344: The second life in the mortal world!

Chapter 342: The Second Life of the Red Dust!

In the vast and boundless Tianwu World, the limitless Wujie Sea surged with waves.

Deep within this sea region, on an unnamed island shrouded in mist.

At the center of the island was a ten-thousand-foot-deep rift valley, like the gaping maw of a giant beast.

It was bottomless, permeated with an aura of deathly silence.

In this quiet and oppressive atmosphere, beneath the rift valley, space suddenly rippled.

A void crack, like a phantom, abruptly appeared, tearing through the previously calm space.

Within the crack, brilliant light continuously surged, as if something was about to descend upon the world.

In an instant, a black-golden ray of light shot out from the crack, streaking across the sky.

It plunged directly into the body seated in the void before it.

However, the anomaly did not end there.

Just as the void crack was about to slowly close, a purple-golden lightning bolt followed, shooting out from the crack.

Then, the purple-golden lightning struck the body in the void with destructive force.

Wherever the purple-golden lightning passed, space collapsed inch by inch, and the air was filled with a heart-palpitating destructive power.

At this critical moment, the body, which had been tightly shut and calmly breathing, suddenly opened its eyes.

The starry river illusion swirling in his eyes instantly solidified.

His right palm lifted slowly, yet it precisely grasped the seven-inch vital point of the thunder dragon.

The purple-golden divine lightning, capable of destroying everything, became as docile as a snake between his fingers.

“The thunder tribulation from that world actually followed!” A hint of doubt flashed in Lu Xuan’s eyes as he muttered to himself.

“Interesting!”

Immediately after, the purple-golden lightning, containing endless destructive power,

Twisted wildly and struggled frantically in Lu Xuan’s right palm, as if trying to break free and unleash its full power.

However, Lu Xuan’s palm was like an unshakeable cage, firmly suppressing this terrifying power.

If he were in the previous world, with Lu Xuan’s Martial Dao cultivation at the Celestial Human Realm,

Facing this world-destroying thunder tribulation that sought his Soul, even if he exerted all his strength, he would hardly escape the fate of complete annihilation of both body and spirit.

The destructive power contained within this purple-golden thunder tribulation was enough to completely crush the Soul of a Celestial Human expert, turning it into dust in the heavens and earth.

But at this moment, time and space had long since changed.

The place Lu Xuan was in was the Tianwu World, and he was no longer the so-called Celestial Human Realm Cultivator.

Instead, he was a Red Dust Immortal who had experienced one life.

As a Red Dust Immortal, Lu Xuan could control power that surpassed the rules of the world with a mere flick of his hand.

Therefore, this seemingly formidable thunder tribulation before him was, in reality, nothing more than an ant trying to shake a tree.

Even if Lu Xuan were to swallow this thunder tribulation whole,

To his immortal body, it would be like a gentle breeze, barely causing a ripple.

Lu Xuan’s expression was indifferent, with a hint of disdain for the thunder tribulation in his eyes.

In an instant, he lightly clasped his five fingers, and the void trembled.

The thunder tribulation, containing endless destructive power, disintegrated inch by inch in his palm, transforming into countless brilliant starlight.

Host: Lu Xuan

Realm: First Life Red Dust Immortal

Cultivation Techniques: Burning Heaven Blade Technique 13/9 (can be deduced), Close Distance to the Horizon 13/9 (can be deduced), Undying and Unextinguished 13/9 (can be deduced)

Points: 112.6 million

Please confirm whether to consume 35 million points to deduce Burning Heaven Blade Technique.

Please confirm whether to consume 35 million points to deduce Close Distance to the Horizon.

Please confirm whether to consume 35 million points to deduce Undying and Unextinguished!

Even after experiencing decades in the Mortal World, Lu Xuan could still remember his previous System points.

Now, the points on the System panel had increased by a full hundred million.

In other words, the System points he obtained from refining the world's Origin power when he hastily left that Red Dust world could be brought back to the Tianwu World!

Thinking of this, Lu Xuan seemed to see a grand path to the heavens laid out before his feet.

Originally, Lu Xuan was worried about where to find so many System points to quickly Cultivate the First Life Red Dust Immortal to the perfect Realm.

Going to Ten Thousand Beast Mountain to slaughter Demon Beasts was also not feasible.

Because ever since Lu Xuan broke through to the Red Dust Immortal Realm, the will of the Tianwu World had already set its eyes on him.

This was the top-tier treatment every Red Dust Immortal enjoyed.

Therefore, a Red Dust Immortal generally would not easily make a move to avoid attracting excessive attention from the world's will.

Even in the battle a thousand years ago, after the five Human Celestial Venerables hastily taught Ten Thousand Beast Mountain a lesson, there was no follow-up.

Moreover, there was still power suspected to be left by a Ninth Life Red Dust Immortal in Ten Thousand Beast Mountain.

Lu Xuan dared not put himself in danger!

“Deduce!”

…...

He didn't know how much time had passed outside, but Lu Xuan woke up again.

Host: Lu Xuan

Realm: First Life Red Dust Immortal (Perfected)

Cultivation Techniques: Burning Heaven Blade Technique 14/9, Close Distance to the Horizon 14/9, Undying and Unextinguished 14/9

Points: 7.6 million

“The First Life Red Dust Immortal is complete; I can re-enter the world!”

Lu Xuan had no intention of going out for a stroll.

If possible, he wanted to undergo the baptism of the last eight mortal Red Dusts here.

In an instant, a black-golden light emanated from Lu Xuan’s body, and his Divine Soul once again entered the void crack.

………

The Xuan Iron curtains hanging from the majestic dome swayed without wind, and wisps of green smoke curled upwards from the gilded patterns.

In this ancient hall, permeated with Heavenly Spiritual Objects, two snow-white figures stood bowed before the steps.

The dark embroidered water patterns on their wide sleeves shimmered with faint blue light as they moved.

“Deacon Lu, the once-a-decade Disciple recruitment ceremony has begun. Elder Chen has ordered you to immediately go to Huaqing City to oversee it.”

When the young man on the left looked up, a subtle, almost imperceptible, unusual glint flashed in his eyes.

After delivering the task, the two white-robed Disciples bowed and stood before the hall.

The green cloud-patterned token on their jade waistbands swayed slightly with their movements.

This was the “Rain-Covering Token” only inner Disciples possessed.

The middle-aged man sitting on the green jade chair nodded slightly, his eyes as deep as an abyss.

A crimson jade talisman floated in the air, and the middle-aged man raised his hand to grasp it from the void.

Amidst flashing emerald-green light, the middle-aged man had already taken the crimson jade talisman.

His fingertips unconsciously caressed the spiritual power talisman in his palm, and a ripple formed in Lu Xuan’s heart.

In fact, three days ago, this wisp of his Divine Soul had descended into this unfamiliar Red Dust world.

Unlike the previous Red Dust world,

The air in this world was filled with incredibly rich Heavenly Spiritual Qi.

The spiritual light occasionally streaking across the sky in the distant mountains further confirmed to Lu Xuan that he was in a world where Cultivators roamed freely.

And the Canglan Heavenly Mansion Sect, where he currently was, was one of the ten most prestigious Sects within the Sun-Swallowing Dynasty.

The Sect Master was an even more renowned Nascent Soul mighty figure, and even the Emperor of the Sun-Swallowing Dynasty had to show him some respect.

Outside the gilded hall doors, nine layers of cloud steps led directly to the mountain gate.

As Lu Xuan rose, the dark embroidered Canglang pattern on his green cloud robe swayed without wind, shimmering with rippling light in the morning sun.

This was the “Myriad Waves Brocade” that only core deacons could wear, each stitch imbued with the spiritual power of the Azure Sea Billow Art.

Lu Xuan’s gaze swept over the layers of cloud sea outside the hall.

Seventy-two suspended immortal islands encircled the main peak, with spiritual cranes carrying Jade Slips flying between them.

On the Sword-Discussing Platform at the mountainside, hundreds of green lights were forming a small array.

As for the farthest “Clearwater Azure Capital Peak” shrouded in misty azure water, it was the Sect Master’s usual place of secluded cultivation.

After Lu Xuan stepped out of the hall, the law enforcement token, cast from High Grade blue spiritual crystals, glowed with dazzling colorful light in the sunlight.

Lu Xuan caressed the intricately patterned token at his waist, the cool touch on his fingertips giving him a clearer understanding of his original identity.

As the chief deacon of the Canglan Heavenly Mansion Sect’s Law Enforcement Hall, with a perfected Foundation Establishment cultivation, he could be considered a mid-to-high-level Cultivator within the Sect.

Coupled with his original self's usual role in enforcing punishments and purifying Sect rules, every move he made exuded a stern aura.

Normally, a routine Sect Disciple recruitment ceremony held every ten years,

Would only be casually assigned to a few deacons by the outer Elders to handle, setting up assessment points in various places to select some promising candidates with Spiritual Roots.

Such trivial matters should not have disturbed him, the chief deacon of the Law Enforcement Hall.

The main reason was the earth-shattering Demon Beast frenzy fifty years ago.

It remains an indelible wound for the Canglan Heavenly Mansion Sect.

At that time, hundreds of cities in the southern border of the Sun-Swallowing Dynasty were breached by tens of thousands of Demon Beasts from the Million Mountains.

Countless Demon Beasts swept in like a black tide.

The ten major Sects, along with all the cultivation Sects of the Sun-Swallowing Dynasty and millions of troops from the Sun-Swallowing Dynasty, jointly repelled the hundred million beast tide.

After the great Demon Beast war, the Disciples of all cultivation Sects suffered heavy casualties.

The brutal slaughter lasted for a full three years.

Even after fifty years, the number of Disciples in the Canglan Heavenly Mansion Sect had only barely recovered to two-thirds of its peak period.

The former prosperity of the cultivation Sects was, after all, gone forever.

It was precisely for this reason that, starting forty years ago, the original body had always been assigned to carry out the once-a-decade Disciple recruitment ceremony.

Because each annual recruitment ceremony could find dozens, or even hundreds, of highly talented prospects for the Canglan Heavenly Mansion Sect.

They could inject fresh blood into the Sect.

“It’s a pity these Spirit Stones cannot be refined by the System!”

Lu Xuan glanced at the System panel in his mind.

Host: Red Dust Immortal Lu Xuan (Second Life)

Realm: Foundation Establishment (Perfected)

Cultivation Technique: Azure Sea Billow Art 3/9

Points: 0

Within three days, Lu Xuan had practically rummaged through the original body’s storage bag.

From priceless High-Grade Spirit Stones to inferior stone embryos with sparse spiritual energy.

Every Spirit Stone turned to dust in his hand, yet it could not move the System panel in the slightest.

He even brought out the Yellow-grade spiritual treasure, “Clear Water Sword”—the personal sword that had accompanied the original body.

Before the System, it was like a clay ox entering the sea, failing to stir even a ripple.

Lu Xuan looked at the empty System points, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

“Since Spirit Stones are useless… perhaps I need to find something special to try.”

“For example, extremely rare Heavenly Spiritual Objects.”

“Spiritual herbs, spiritual flowers, spiritual wood……….”

“There is one more method I can try.”

“That is Demon Beasts!”

Lu Xuan’s eyes suddenly burst forth with captivating brilliance, his Divine Sense sweeping over the seventy-two immortal peaks ahead.

As his fingers formed a hand seal, the Clear Water Sword emitted a clear, watery hum, and the undulating patterns on its blade lit up one by one, spreading layers of watery light in the morning sun.

“Rise!”

The green cloud-colored robe stirred up fierce winds, and the moment Lu Xuan stepped onto his sword, the spiritual energy vortex of the entire Deacon Hall momentarily stagnated.

As the sword light swept past the Sword-Discussing Platform, the hundreds of Disciples practicing there all looked up.

The blue trajectory that pierced through the sea of clouds actually left lingering spiritual energy ripples in the air.

Before the Sect’s Mission Hall, the bronze ancient bell chimed without wind.

Lu Xuan stood with his hands behind his back on the floating Clear Water Sword, his gaze sweeping over the hundreds of figures in the hall, some anxious, some expectant.

After all, every time a mission was completed, they would receive a large amount of Spirit Stones as a reward from the Sect.

The hall was silent, save for the rising and falling breaths of the Disciples.

Lu Xuan’s gaze suddenly paused, and his index finger casually pointed into the crowd: “You, you, and you.”

Three figures instantly froze in place.

On the left was a burly, honest man with a broad back and strong shoulders, a Xuan Iron chain covered in teeth marks wrapped around his waist.

The young man in the middle wore a simple blue robe, his cuffs still stained with scorch marks from an alchemy furnace.

The woman on the right wore a moon-white silk dress, with an exquisite spiritual hairpin in her hair.

After doing all this, the Clear Water Sword beneath Lu Xuan’s feet suddenly emitted a dazzling blue light.

Before the three of them could react, Lu Xuan’s figure had already vanished: “Gather at the mountain gate in half an incense stick’s time.”

The blue sword light streaked across the sky like a meteor, disappearing in an instant into the surging depths of the cloud sea.

Only the lingering echo still reverberated in the Mission Hall, startling the bronze bells on the eaves into a tinkling sound.

The three chosen individuals exchanged glances, the hall was as still as dead water, with only the lingering hum of the bronze ancient bell trembling in the rafters.

The honest, burly man who had been selected scratched his hedgehog-like short hair, his knuckles turning white as he clenched his fists.

The young Cultivator’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, his fingers, stained with alchemy ash, unconsciously rubbing the folds of his Daoist robe.

The woman was calmer, but she also stared intently at the lingering blue light in the air, her well-proportioned body swaying slightly.

It wasn’t until a Disciple from the Mission Hall hurried over, holding a scroll with gilded patterns, that the three of them seemed to awaken from a dream.

The scent of ink, mixed with spiritual energy fluctuations, exploded at their nostrils as the scroll unfolded.

When the burly man took the scroll, his rough palm almost crushed its edge.

The young Cultivator’s pupils sharply contracted the moment he unfolded it for a closer look—the scroll’s heading clearly bore the two large characters, Lu Xuan.

The woman’s fingertips brushed over the Sect emblem hot-stamped at the bottom of the scroll, and she suddenly chuckled: “So it’s a mission from the Chief Deacon of the Law Enforcement Hall.”

“It seems our luck is good, and we can easily earn a sum of Spirit Stones again.”

Yes, this decade-long Disciple recruitment ceremony,

Was both a grand celebration for the Sect and an important opportunity for inner Disciples like them to earn generous Spirit Stones.

Moreover, it was the kind with no risks.

They only needed to waste a little time safely bringing the selected cultivation prospects back to the Sect!

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly grew heated.

Envy began to burn in the eyes of the inner Disciples who had not been chosen.

“Senior Sister Han, Senior Brother Yan, and Junior Brother Zhou, they’re really lucky.”

A hushed discussion came from a corner, deliberately dragging out the words, causing the surrounding Disciples to turn their heads.

“A graceful man like me actually didn’t catch Deacon Lu’s attention.”

A handsome man in a brocade robe “swished” open his folding fan, saying sourly: “Senior Sister Han, Senior Brother Zhou.”

“I didn’t expect you two to get ahead this time.”