Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

The next day, Lingxiao Peak, Xuan Tian Sect Outer Sect.

As one of the seventy-two peaks of the outer sect, Lingxiao Peak was probably the highest, exceeding three thousand zhang. Even with the nourishment of the rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth, a small section of the summit remained covered in snow all year round, a stark contrast to the lush greenery and blooming flowers below.

Many outer sect disciples with flying magical instruments liked to come here to play, so there were also pavilions of various sizes, with red walls and green tiles, adding a unique charm to the snowy landscape.

Early in the morning, facing the rising red sun, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, carrying a pair of large buckets, dashed out from a cluster of houses at the mountainside and quickly climbed towards the summit. The buckets were empty, swaying with the boy's steps up the mountain.

The boy walked course after course, passing many courtyards, pavilions, buildings, platforms, and caves, without stopping. The mountain road was sometimes rugged, sometimes smooth, sometimes steep, and sometimes dangerous, but he walked as if on flat ground, moving swiftly. It was hard to imagine that a young boy could have such ability.

Climbing to more than two thousand five hundred zhang, the trees gradually thinned out, and the sunlight shone on the boy, driving back the invasion of the cold air. Soon, he crossed the snow line and entered a pure white world.

"Junior Brother Huo, you're here early today!" A young man of twenty-one or twenty-two, sitting cross-legged on a roadside rock, saw the boy approaching like the wind.

"Oh, it's Senior Brother Yuan, you're early too!" The boy didn't stop, quickly walking past the young man, "On this Lingxiao Peak, I'm afraid there's no one more hardworking than you!"

"Where, I just like to cultivate in the snowy air. The water spiritual energy here is purer. The other senior brothers, senior sisters, junior brothers, and junior sisters are probably already practicing in their houses."

The young man revealed a smug smile, "Junior Brother Huo, this isn't a long-term solution. You won't be able to cultivate for most of the day, and your cultivation will definitely fall behind. Why don't you talk to the peak master about it?"

"It's useless. I'm young and under the jurisdiction of Senior Brother Li. Last time the peak master came to Gengjin Courtyard to test us, Senior Brother Li reported this matter to the peak master as a way to temper me. The peak master praised it and thought it was a good idea." The boy had already walked dozens of steps away, saying without turning his head.

"Hmph, a good idea, why is it only used on you!" Watching the boy's receding figure, the young man shook his head, not knowing what to say.

In the snow, climbing became more strenuous, and the boy's pace slowed down. He didn't take "Senior Brother Yuan's" words to heart. For five years, he had become accustomed to the daily routine of fetching snow from the peak every morning.

Eight years ago, seven-year-old Huo Xiaokai passed the opening of meridians, strengthening the body, and sensing qi, finally mastering the first level of the Xuan Tian Qi Cultivation Technique, becoming a Qi Refinement cultivator. His spiritual root was a metal-water spiritual root, with metal as the main and water as the auxiliary, so he was assigned to Gengjin Courtyard.

Because there were many disciples on each outer sect peak, younger disciples were usually mentored by older disciples. An adult disciple with Qi Refinement level five or higher would manage about five underage disciples.

Huo Xiaokai's mentoring senior brother was named Li Chongshan, with a Qi Refinement level six cultivation and a small background in the outer sect. Although this person had many shortcomings, he was still considered responsible and taught Huo Xiaokai and the others with care.

Five years ago, he fell in love with a female cultivator named Wu Qian, who liked to brew tea with fresh snow from the top of Lingxiao Peak, so he sent a junior disciple to fetch snow from the mountain every day.

At first, the five junior disciples took turns, but later the other four didn't know what methods they used. In short, Li Chongshan no longer let them fetch snow from the summit. Only Huo Xiaokai, without any support, had been used by him to do this.

During this period, Huo Xiaokai also thought about finding Zhou Yuming. However, after returning from Zhangxuan Hall ten years ago, Zhou Yuming hurriedly settled him down, entrusted him to a familiar Qi Refinement level twelve disciple, and then disappeared. And the entrusted level twelve disciple fell during an outing to find opportunities.

Huo Xiaokai had no choice but to endure. Over the years, he had become accustomed to it and truly regarded climbing the mountain as a tempering of himself. His cultivation had not fallen behind, and he had entered the third level of Qi Refinement two years ago.

That Wu Qian was very particular about cleanliness, only wanting the snow from the giant rock on the summit. Therefore, Huo Xiaokai had to get up early and be good at preserving the snow, otherwise, if the snow melted when it reached her tea house, it would no longer be as pure and sweet as it was originally. To this end, Huo Xiaokai had to spend a lot of time practicing the water attribute Cold Ice Force while practicing metal attribute techniques.

That Senior Brother Li, in order to please the beauty, also exceptionally found some low-level water attribute pills for him to help him improve the level of Cold Ice Force. Over the years, he had practiced this technique in a decent manner and was very skilled.

Finally, before approaching Si time (9-11am), Huo Xiaokai climbed onto the giant rock. The rock was very flat, and a layer of foot-thick snow that fell at night reflected dazzling light under the sunlight. Today, he was lucky that no birds came to make trouble in the morning, and there was a lot of clean snow to collect.

Huo Xiaokai took a deep breath of the cold air and then exhaled vigorously, forming a cloud of white air in the air. He faced the northeast, overlooking the inner sect peaks. Although his cultivation was still shallow, the place where he stood was extremely high, and the weather was clear and cloudless, so the magnificent scenery of the thirty-six peaks of the inner sect was vaguely visible.

"Uncle Zhang, take care, Xiaokai will definitely come to see you!"

He rubbed his frozen red face vigorously with his somewhat stiff hands, and then took out a jade shovel from his pocket, shoveling the snow from the rock into the large bucket one shovel at a time. He was very careful not to let the jade shovel touch the rock, only choosing the snow about three inches above.

Soon, both large buckets were filled. Huo Xiaokai circulated his magic power, patted the buckets with both hands, and then stuck to them without letting go. After a while, a half-inch thick layer of ice formed on the surface of the large buckets. Then, he took out two pieces of black cloth and covered the buckets.

After doing all this, Huo Xiaokai picked up the pair of large buckets and jumped down, landing steadily under the zhang-high giant rock. Without resting, he started on his way.

After descending below the snow line, the green gradually increased, as if spring had returned. After passing the practice field and Xiaoyue Tower, the scenery returned to green trees and blooming flowers, with birds flying through the forest and spirit beasts roaring from time to time.

Huo Xiaokai was, after all, a young boy, with no distracting thoughts and simple ideas. As he walked, he felt happy and began to sing. These songs were sung by fishermen on the river when he was very young. Because he heard them so many times, they were deeply imprinted in his mind and have been preserved until now.

The song was full of longing. Without understanding his background, it was difficult to imagine what kind of emotions this child had in his heart.

"Who is it? Huo Xiaokai, it's really you, you bumpkin, singing here!" A sharp voice came from the woods on the side, full of disgust.

Huo Xiaokai stopped singing and retorted sharply, "What's it to you, Lao Shenzi!"

The child speaking in the forest was named Lao Shengzi, and he was also under Li Chongshan's tutelage. He was from Lingxiao City at the foot of Lingxiao Peak, so he always considered himself superior, believing that he was stronger than children like Huo Xiaokai who came from outside. As a result, Huo Xiaokai, who was assigned the task of fetching snow every day, had a faster cultivation progress than him. Li Chongshan criticized him for not working hard every quarterly assessment.

Lao Shengzi was criticized and lost face because of Huo Xiaokai, so he often targeted Huo Xiaokai, either mocking him, colluding with other junior disciples to scold him, or secretly playing tricks, relying on his family's wealth to bribe the handymen in Gengjin Courtyard to make things difficult for him. Huo Xiaokai did not show weakness, retaliating when he should. "Lao Shenzi" was the nickname he gave him based on the homonym of Lao Shengzi's name.

Three cultivators, two tall and one short, walked out of the forest. The short one was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, Lao Shengzi. The other two cultivators were in their twenties or thirties, with handsome appearances and extraordinary temperaments.

Lao Shengzi looked at Huo Xiaokai with a sneer: "Let me see if you dare to clamor again, Cousin Qi, it's this guy who always makes me lose face in front of Senior Brother Li. Help me teach him a lesson."

The cultivator on the left, wearing a blue shirt and a square scarf, nodded: "Sure enough, he has a Qi Refinement level three cultivation, so he is worthy of my action."

This person didn't waste words with Huo Xiaokai, raising his hand and releasing a Flame Dragon Arrow. A tongue of fire窜了出来, approaching Huo Xiaokai's chest. He was quite restrained when attacking a fellow disciple. This move was just to burn Huo Xiaokai's clothes and make him roll around on the ground in embarrassment.

However, Huo Xiaokai, carrying snow from the peak, dared not let the tongue of fire approach. He quickly took a step back, retreated five feet, and then waved his hand, releasing a Cold Ice Force, blocking the tongue of fire.

The blue-shirted youth raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw this, quite surprised. He changed the magic formula in his hand and released the Flame Dragon Arrow again. This time, he used twice the spiritual power, and a flame arrow as thick as a bowl was condensed in mid-air, shooting towards Huo Xiaokai as his arm waved.

Huo Xiaokai's heart sank slightly, knowing that he could practice the Flame Dragon Arrow to this effect, and his cultivation must be above Qi Refinement level five. However, he was not afraid. Years of tempering had given him a state of mind far beyond his age, and he did not give up easily.

"Ha!" Huo Xiaokai gave a soft shout, his whole body wrapped in spiritual energy, both as cold as ice and as sharp as a short knife. It was his own genius creation, combining the main metal attribute technique with the Cold Ice Force, and practicing this move called "Cold Ice Blade."

He pointed at the incoming Flame Dragon Arrow, and countless vaporized white short blades, like moths to a flame, slashed towards the Flame Dragon Arrow that was already approaching from all directions.

The Flame Dragon Arrow was like being eaten by ants, shrinking by seventy or eighty percent in an instant, leaving only the size of a normal flying arrow, still shooting towards Huo Xiaokai, but the force was no longer sufficient, and Huo Xiaokai slapped it away.

"A little skill, Qi Refinement level three has such combat power, not bad, not bad." Another young cultivator standing aside actually applauded, making the blue-shirted cultivator blush.

"Senior Brother Niu, I asked you to come over to help, not to applaud the other party."

Lao Shengzi originally thought that the blue-shirted cultivator could easily defeat Huo Xiaokai and humiliate him severely, but he did not expect that his two attacks would be unsuccessful. Hearing another person gloating and applauding, he was immediately furious and opened his mouth to blame.

"Little brat, what are you shouting about? How I, Niu Weixiong, do things is none of your business! Stay aside."

This young cultivator slapped Lao Shengzi on the head, pushed him aside, ignored him, and said to the blue-shirted cultivator, "Junior Brother Yuan, this little doll is less than fifteen years old, and he has such cultivation and combat power. I'm afraid he is a disciple valued by Lingxiao Peak. Let's stop here. If we provoke the peak master, we won't be able to bear it."

The blue-shirted cultivator's name was Yuan Guanglian, and he was the eldest son of Lao Shengzi's aunt's family. The two were proper cousins. He and Niu Weixiong practiced on Dengji Peak, due south of Tianque Mountain. This time, he came over to play at Lao Shengzi's invitation, and by the way, help him teach Huo Xiaokai a lesson.

Previously, he had already guaranteed Lao Shengzi, so how could he give up? Besides, he had already found out that the Lingxiao Peak Master, Long Yuanshou, was out and had not returned during this period, so it was impossible for him to appear here.

"Senior Brother Niu, I'll make another move. If it doesn't work, I'll stop caring about this matter."

Niu Weixiong and Yuan Guanglian were fellow brothers in the same courtyard, and they usually walked close, but they were not considered to have a deep friendship. Seeing that Yuan Guanglian was determined to take action, he just smiled contemptuously and ignored him.

Yuan Guanglian stroked his storage bag and sacrificed a blue short sword. The sword flashed with a faint light and was very sharp. This was a magic weapon, specially used by Qi Refinement stage cultivators. It was made by simplifying the process of refining a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator's spiritual weapon. Its power was less than one-tenth of that of a spiritual weapon, but it could be used as a powerful weapon in battles in the Qi Refinement realm.

All cultivators' weapons are collectively called spiritual weapons. The Qi Refinement stage is a magic weapon, the Foundation Establishment stage is a spiritual weapon, the Core Formation stage is a magic treasure, and above the Nascent Soul stage is a spiritual treasure.

"Boy, this is a magic weapon, I think you know it too. If you ask yourself that you can't resist, then kneel down and admit defeat, I just…"

Before Yuan Guanglian finished speaking, Lao Shengzi hurriedly interjected: "Just spill the snow in those two buckets, so that he always uses this to cling to Senior Brother Li Chongshan and Senior Sister Wu Qian, and suppress the rest of us junior disciples through their hands."

Niu Weixiong listened to this from the side, with a heavy mockery on his face, but he did not speak.

"Did you hear that, that's what Junior Brother Lao said!" Yuan Guanglian said with a sneer.

Huo Xiaokai stared at the blue short sword, knowing that he could not resist, but he really did not want to let Lao Shengzi, a villain, succeed. Moreover, asking him to kneel down and beg for mercy, how was that possible!

Although Huo Xiaokai had no sword in his hand, he who practiced the metal attribute technique as the main was like a sword in his heart, unyielding. He stared at Yuan Guanglian without fear, neither begging for mercy nor running away.

"Since you are obsessed, then don't blame me for being ruthless," Yuan Guanglian said angrily.

Once the magic weapon was released, if the opponent could not resist, they would either die or be injured. Although Yuan Guanglian was confident that he was very skilled in controlling the flying sword, he was not sure that he could only hurt people without killing them. He hesitated, hoping that Huo Xiaokai would say something soft, hand over the two buckets of snow, and end the matter.

However, Huo Xiaokai's rock-solid gaze made him very disgusted. He couldn't understand why he was clearly a strong man who decided life and death, but he had to fear the gaze in the eyes of the weak.

At this time, the sun in the sky was approaching noon. Although the place where they stood was far above the mountain temples and the location was remote, it was difficult to guarantee that no one would pass by.

Knowing that he could not wait any longer, Yuan Guanglian waved his right hand, throwing the flying sword into the air, and then silently recited the magic formula, issuing instructions. The blue flying sword was like a ray of light, flashing lightly in Huo Xiaokai's eyes, and had already reached his right rib.

Huo Xiaokai did not expect the flying sword to attack so quickly. His hair stood on end, and his mind went blank.

"What will this attack be like? Will it hurt a lot? Or will I just die?"

In a trance, he did not feel any pain, but the three people on the opposite side exclaimed.

"What's going on, where's the flying sword?"

"It flew to the woods over there, did it lose control?"

"Damn, which senior took action!"

At this time, a strong force came from outside the sky, knocking all three people to the ground. A vigorous and powerful voice rang in their ears: "Get out!"