Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

The sound of air being torn apart rang out as one person took off on a sword escape. Zhang Yuanjing had Zhang San lock onto their spiritual aura, following them from the ground.

Ge Yang's escape speed wasn't too fast. After heading northwest for several hundred miles, they landed their sword on a large river.

On the river was a multi-story ship, over ten zhang long, with painted beams and carved pillars, brightly lit, illuminating the somewhat hazy river surface.

Zhang Yuanjing couldn't get too close, and could only follow the large ship along the shore, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

This multi-story ship was a magical treasure. Once it sped up, it wasn't much slower than a Core Formation cultivator's flying speed. However, the ship hadn't activated its formation, so its cruising speed was quite slow.

A day later, three swords flew through the sky, and three people descended from above, entering the ship. All three were Core Formation cultivators.

A few days later, two more people swept over from the shore and jumped into the ship, also Core Formation cultivators.

Zhang Yuanjing was somewhat surprised. Back then, Ge Yang had led the remnants of the Thousand Swords Sect to escape into the southern lands of the Profound Sky Sect. True Person Tong sent Zhao Tiange to clean them up, but this person repeatedly made mistakes, so Lu Tianying replaced him. This Uncle Lu was quite skilled, and soon suppressed the remaining forces of the Thousand Swords Sect, but didn't capture this Ge Yang.

He hadn't expected that after more than twenty years, this person was still here, and had even made contact with the Immortal纹 Sect of the Central Region, secretly plotting great things. It seemed that although the Thousand Swords Sect had sent many people to the Hengduan Mountains, their focus had always been on the Southern Region. The Profound Sky Sect was one, and the other must still be the Profound Yin Mountain.

He was also somewhat puzzled. Logically speaking, after several Nascent Soul cultivators fell in the Heavenly Demon Abyss, the enemies in the west were basically wiped out. The only one left, Hou Nanpeng, was seriously injured and unable to attack Tianque Mountain again. The Profound Sky Sect could completely free up manpower to manage the south and deal specifically with the likes of Ge Yang. Why did they allow this person to stir up trouble everywhere?

The multi-story ship accepted three more Core Formation cultivators before speeding up and sailing away, breaking through the waves.

Zhang Yuanjing relied on the fourth-order Source Stone to closely follow behind the multi-story ship.

More than twenty days later, the multi-story ship traveled nearly a million miles and stopped at a river bend with a wide view.

This area was already sparsely populated, and had previously experienced battles between the Profound Sky Sect, the Heavenly Demon Abyss, and the Thousand Swords Sect. Therefore, after traveling a million miles, they hadn't encountered many cultivators. If these cultivators avoided them from afar, Ge Yang and the others wouldn't bother with them. However, anyone who dared to approach and investigate would be killed.

Zhang Yuanjing saw that those people were just rogue cultivators, so he didn't pay attention to them.

The multi-story ship waited in the river bend for several days. Late one night, a Foundation Establishment cultivator came from the northwest. He had an old face, sunken eye sockets, and a face full of sorrow. His cultivation was in the early stage of Foundation Establishment, and the flying sword under his feet was mottled in color and of poor quality.

He flew to the opposite bank of the river and shouted to the multi-story ship, "Is Fellow Daoist Jin there? I am Tu Feng."

No one on the multi-story ship answered.

This Foundation Establishment cultivator named Tu Feng shouted a few more times, looking anxious, but he didn't dare to cross the river and fly to the multi-story ship to investigate.

"Oh? Hmm, so it's Fellow Daoist Tu. Why are you only here now? I've been waiting for more than ten days, and I'm so sleepy that I've fallen asleep! Hehe!" A lazy and nonchalant voice came from the multi-story ship, "Come aboard and we'll talk!"

Tu Feng hesitated for a moment, and said in a pleading tone, "Fellow Daoist, this ship of yours is clearly not ordinary. I won't go up and disturb you. Please come over here."

"Hehe, since Fellow Daoist Tu is unwilling to set foot on my humble ship, then I'll go to the other side. Did you bring the thing?" The cultivator surnamed Jin in the ship said.

Before he finished speaking, a black figure floated out of the window of the multi-story ship, crossed the river silently like a ghost, and landed twenty zhang behind the cultivator surnamed Tu.

The cultivator surnamed Tu quickly turned around, looking at this person vigilantly, clutching something tightly in his hand, and said in a trembling voice, "Fellow, Fellow Daoist Jin?"

The black shadow giggled, "It's me! Why do you need to be so nervous, Fellow Daoist? Could it be that Jin can still forcibly snatch the thing in your hand?"

The cultivator surnamed Tu snorted softly, "Fellow Daoist Jin's origins are unknown, and you're doing such sinister things. Naturally, I don't trust you!"

"Hahaha, Fellow Daoist Tu is really humorous. You don't trust Jin, so why did you come here? You are a guard, but you betrayed your master. Could it be that you are still a trustworthy good person?" The black shadow laughed loudly, stepping forward. A hideous scarred face gradually emerged from the darkness.

The cultivator surnamed Tu wasn't seeing this face for the first time, but seeing it at this time, he still felt terrified, and it seemed even more ferocious under the contrast of the dark night.

"Fellow Daoist, stop!" The cultivator surnamed Tu took two steps back, revealing a corner of the thing he was holding tightly in his hand, "This is what you want. What about what I want?"

The scarred face stretched out his right hand, his rough hand holding a porcelain bottle, "It's here."

"Open it and let me see!"

The scarred face pulled out the stopper of the bottle, held the porcelain bottle in one hand, and tilted the mouth of the bottle towards the cultivator surnamed Tu, "See clearly, six Gathering Spirit Pills, three high-grade pills, three medium-grade pills, enough for you to break through to the middle stage of Foundation Establishment."

The cultivator surnamed Tu cast spiritual power on his eyes, flashing a strange brilliance, stared at the mouth of the bottle for a few breaths, and a few traces of joy appeared on his old face, and he asked, "How to trade?"

"It's simple, I'll throw the porcelain bottle to you, you check it and make sure it's correct, and throw the talisman to me." The scarred face said casually.

"So simple?" The cultivator surnamed Tu couldn't believe it.

"Of course. It's just exchanging an item, why make it so complicated!" The scarred face yawned, "Hurry up, I still want to go back to sleep!"

After saying that, he plugged the porcelain bottle, flicked his hand, and threw the porcelain bottle in front of the cultivator surnamed Tu.

The cultivator surnamed Tu subconsciously stretched out a hand and caught the porcelain bottle. He was somewhat surprised, staring at the porcelain bottle in his hand, and didn't find anything unusual, but he always felt uneasy in his heart.

"Open it and take a look!" The scarred face urged.

The cultivator surnamed Tu hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, pulled off the stopper of the bottle, and his gaze fell into the bottle, only to see six round and full pills stacked together, exactly the medium-grade and high-grade Gathering Spirit Pills.

He looked at it repeatedly, confirmed that he had not seen wrongly, and quickly plugged the bottle and put it into the storage bag.

"Leave the talisman, you can leave, from now on the sky is high and the earth is wide, let you be carefree!" The scarred face's tone was full of sarcasm.

A look of disdain flashed in the eyes of the cultivator surnamed Tu, and he threw the talisman in his hand towards the back of the scarred face, and then he raised his mana and was about to escape downstream of the river.

However, to his horror, he couldn't mobilize a trace of mana when he raised it.

He tried again, but it was still the same.

And on the opposite side, the scarred face was about to catch the talisman, but he didn't expect this thing to suddenly explode, releasing a huge cloud of fire that flew straight into the sky.

And the scarred face was blown over by the force of this explosion, covered in blood, and passed out.

Five Foundation Establishment cultivators flew out on their swords from the multi-story ship. Behind them, there was also a Core Formation early stage cultivator, slowly rising into the air, hovering above the river, but not crossing the river.

Five Foundation Establishment cultivators landed on the river bank, one captured the cultivator surnamed Tu who was running away, one helped up the scarred face, and the other three stared at the forest shrouded in darkness ahead with gloomy faces.

More than a dozen cultivators walked out of it. The leader was a middle-aged Taoist with a delicate face. He had a mellow temperament and a steady pace. He slowly approached the river bank and said to those people, "This poor Taoist is Liu Yuanjin from Moyu Mountain Villa. May I ask where you all come from? What is your intention in plotting to seize the talisman of my villa?"