25: Cultivator (Please collect and read)

Chapter 25: Immortal Cultivator (Seeking favorites, seeking follow-up reads)

"Xu Mujun!"

The second of the Xuanming Elders was scared out of his wits, immediately ignoring that he was in the middle of a battlefield, and turned to flee!

Leaping up and stepping on the heads of the soldiers beside him, within just a few breaths, he had already rushed over a hundred meters away.

However, it was still too late.

Xu Mujun took a single step, and the surrounding space seemed to not exist at all.

With that single step, he crossed behind the second of the Xuanming Elders, reached out with a grab, and grabbed his head.

Then he gave it a gentle twist.

With a " Click" sound, the head of the second of the Xuanming Elders was instantly twisted off!

Landing on the ground, a single man and a saber were like a fierce tiger entering a flock of sheep, slaughtering the rebel army and sending them into complete chaos.

There was simply no enemy in his hands who could withstand a single blow!

Even the two members of the Heavens Mandate Sect who were fighting from afar with Zhao Su Ling and the others were shaken to their core in fright, continuously retreating.

"So this is an Innate Realm Martial Artist..."

Behind Emperor Zhengyong, Zheng Yi also gasped a breath of cold air.

He had once witnessed the combat power of a Grandmaster Realm Martial Artist with his own eyes.

At that time, he thought it was already the strongest in this world.

He never expected that there were still Innate Realm Martial Artists!

A single person forming an army was nothing more than this.

"With Xu Mujun here, the overall situation is set. This so-called Immortal Seed seems redundant?"

Right at this moment, another sudden change occurred on the battlefield.

"Xu Mujun... You really are here!"

Looking at Xu Mujun rampaging across the battlefield, Yang Xuangan's gaze immediately changed.

"Father, we..."

Yang Xuangan reached out to stop Yang Kang, retreated his figure, made way, and came before an old man.

This old man had a crane-like complexion with white hair, wore a strange fiery-red Daoist robe, and had a flame emblem on his chest.

He leaned sideways on the sedan chair, with two dainty little maidservants massaging him beside him.

His eyes were slightly closed, his right hand was toying with a fiery-red walnut, and his left hand paused intermittently, as if recalling something interesting.

"Fire Spirit Master, I will leave this person to you."

Opening his eyes slowly, his gaze immediately locked onto Xu Mujun in the battlefield.

"Just a Martial Artist who has just entered the Innate Realm, this Daoist can capture him with a flip of my hand! However..."

He glanced sideways at Yang Xuangan and said, "This does not match our previous agreement."

"This place is a Spirit-Extinct Land after all, and this old Daoist cannot get any replenishment no matter what Spell I cast. What I am using is my own fundamental magical power..."

"Whatever Fire Spirit Master wants, please speak of it, this prime minister... will definitely accomplish it!"

"Good!"

Fire Spirit Master clapped his hands and said, "This Daoist loves to trade with sensible people like you!"

"After this Daoist kills this person, wealth goes without saying. I want you to mobilize a large army for this Daoist to excavate the imperial tombs of all past generations of the Great Yu Dynasty to search for an item, how about it?"

"Excavate the imperial tombs?"

Yang Xuangan was also slightly stunned, but after pondering for a few minutes, he still nodded and said, "Alright, this prime minister agrees!"

"Hahaha... Good! It's a deal!"

"It's a deal!"

Fire Spirit Master let out a loud laugh, leaped forward, his whole body scattering firelight, and actually floated in mid-air.

"Someone is flying!"

"An immortal!"

"Look quickly! There is an immortal!"

The surrounding people exclaimed endlessly, and even Yang Kang was shocked and said, "F-Father, is there really an immortal cultivator in this world?!"

"Of course there is!"

Yang Xuangan sneered and said, "In order to invite this vice master of Fuyou House, this prime minister has indeed paid a heavy price!"

"After this battle, Great Yu will become this old man's possession, hahaha..."

Fire Spirit Master's appearance immediately drew Xu Mujun's attention.

He stared at Fire Spirit Master drifting toward the battlefield, a trace of caution appearing in his eyes.

"An immortal cultivator?"

"This general has just entered the Innate Realm and happens to need a whetstone!"

"Old Daoist... You are very suitable!"

"Shameless boasting!"

Fire Spirit Master let out a low shout and reached out to touch the fiery-red walnut in his hand.

In an instant, a giant python entirely composed of flames appeared out of thin air, roaring as it charged toward Xu Mujun!

"Well-timed!"

Xu Mujun let out a loud shout, his figure quickly stepped forward, and his whole body was instantly enveloped by a crimson-red aura.

Hundred Battles Blood Fiend Saber!

"Die!"

"Boom!"

Evil Qi swept out, and the soldiers blocking between the two were all killed.

"Chih...!"

Finally, the Evil Qi and the fire snake collided.

The Evil Qi swept forward, strangling the fire snake, and slashed at Fire Spirit Master with undiminished momentum.

But what was strange was that a golden-yellow giant bell light actually appeared in front of Fire Spirit Master, blocking this attack from Xu Mujun.

"Innate Martial Artist... nothing more than the Early Stage of Qi Refining, die for this old Daoist!"

Fire Spirit Master let out a weird cry, and the fiery-red walnut in his hand emitted a brilliant light.

In a split second, three fire snakes appeared once again, shaking their heads and wagging their tails as they charged toward Xu Mujun.

At the same time, he formed hand incantations with one hand, chanting words in his mouth, and then slammed his foot heavily onto the ground.

"Screech~!"

A sharp and piercing sound of breaking through the air suddenly rang out, only to see a fiery-red sword light suddenly shoot out from behind Fire Spirit Master, instantly slashing toward Xu Mujun.

Flying Sword!

Amidst the shroud of firelight, that was impressively a pocket-sized Flying Sword about three inches long!

Xu Mujun also let out an angry roar, wildly dancing the Yanling saber in his hand.

Evil Qi and Saber Qi exploded out from his body, blocking the incoming fire snakes and Flying Sword one after another.

For a time, the sounds of explosions, jumping flames, and splashing Sword Qi were endless.

"Cultivator!"

Zheng Yi stared dumbfounded at the slaughter on the battlefield, not expecting that Yang Xuangan's ultimate move turned out to be a cultivator!

"I never expected that there are cultivators in this world... That's wonderful!"

"Doesn't that mean he has a chance to cultivate?"

"With this cultivator making a move, Yang Xuangan's chance of winning will greatly increase, indeed!"

He looked around, and everyone's eyes were focused on Xu Mujun fighting the cultivator; no one paid attention to him.

He thought about it and quietly retreated.

Since cultivators existed, then he would definitely cultivate.

As long as there were women, he could possess infinite lifespan.

He simply didn't believe that after spending several hundred or a thousand years, he wouldn't be able to find the traces of cultivators.

In this life, he must step onto the path of immortal cultivation!

"Cultivator, cultivator..."

Before he had retreated a few steps, Emperor Zhengyong suddenly spoke, and Zheng Yi also subconsciously stopped.

"The remnants of the Fu You Sect are indeed still here!"

"Eastern Cloud Wind, it's up to you, annihilate this fiend!"

"Understood, Your Majesty!"

Eastern Cloud Wind said respectfully, and then Wang Zhongyi stepped forward, pulling out a rusted short sword.

After all, Zheng Yi was a first-rank powerhouse at this moment. Even though the lighting here was dim, he still saw that this short sword was no more than three chi long, bronze-colored as a whole, with patterns like fish scales on it.

The strangest thing was that at the hilt of this short sword, an extremely hideous and strange insect was engraved.

Eastern Cloud Wind held the short sword with both hands, hurried to the front of the Jiaotai Hall square, and chanted words in his mouth.

"Eastern Cloud ancestor, I, the seventy-first generation descendant of the Eastern Cloud clan, kowtow. Today our clan faces a great disaster, and this unworthy descendant invites out the ancestor's personal sword, sacrificing it with my essence blood. May the ancestor's spirit in heaven help your descendants defeat the formidable enemy!"

Then he flipped the short sword, holding the hilt upside down, and without hesitation stabbed it straight into his own heart!

"Puff!"

Eastern Cloud Wind's whole body trembled, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

However, the blood at his heart became more and more, all soaking onto the short sword.

The strange thing was that nothing happened at all.

Emperor Zhengyong's expression turned extremely ugly, and Wang Zhongyi hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, perhaps the Legacy has been passed down for too long, and Eastern Cloud Wind's essence blood is insufficient..."

"Doesn't he still have two daughters? Bring them over quickly..."

"Hum hum hum..."

Before the words finished, the short sword suddenly emitted a buzzing sound, and then violently shot up into the air, trembling continuously.

"It took effect!"

"Quick! Fall back to Jiaotai Hall!"

"Everyone... fall back to Jiaotai Hall!"