The ground shook slightly, shook the tea in the teacup on the table, and wet the tabletop.
Su Xiangxue, who was embroidering, put away an unfinished picture of a mandarin duck and some other embroidering tools, then covered her face with a veil, and then walked out of the room.
Outside the room, at the west of the ancient city, a huge cloud of smoke was faintly visible. Su Xiangxue looked at it and turned to ask the Kamasutra Sect disciples around her:
“What happened?”
“Master.”
A disciple of the Kamasutra Sect bowed her head and replied politely:
“Just now, a figure fell out of the mountain peak in the sky and hit outside the city. The elders of the other sects have all gone to check the situation.”
“Oh, I see.”
Hearing that this figure was “smashing” instead of “landing”, Su Xiangxue’s heart suddenly became clear. She ordered the disciples of the Kamasutra Sect to stay in place, then flying towards that direction by herself.
When she came outside the city, a few elders from the other sects except Mystery Academy had already come sparsely. The crowd gathered around a big pit, and Bai Qiuran, with a skull tied around his waist, was standing at the center of the pit.
Seeing him like this, Su Xiangxue couldn’t help but say disdainfully:
“What is your fashion style?”
“What do you mean?”
Bai Qiuran walked out and said to the crowd:
“Hello everyone, I am back safely.”
Several elders looked at each other, and then Jue Yunzi suddenly shouted.
“Excuse me, Uncle Ancestor!”
Behind him, a flying sword was unsheathed, weaving countless mysterious and incomparable sword beams, which contained countless changes. It was his famous skill, Sharp Golden Sword, but Jue Yunzi’s move was in a much higher level than Lin Fan’s.
After he took the shot, Fu Yunzi and Li Pengfei also used their move at the same time. A large pen appeared in the hand of the former, drawing black sword energy, forming a sentence in mid-air “a sharp sword to vanquish the world, a white horse to conquer the land”, which approached Bai Qiuran murderously. The latter swiftly drew eight black dragons, which breathed clouds from their mouths, flying towards Bai Qiuran.
Jue Yunzi was acknowledged as the strongest sect leader of the current generation, the other two elders were also the top experts, therefore the energy they released changed the color of the world, and even the surrounding elders had to avoid the shockwave.
But Bai Qiuran just waved his hand casually and slapped all these attacks to the side. The space in front of him became clean all at once.
The sword beams, the words, and the painting dragons dissipated, turning dozens of miles of the plain behind him into pits.
A cultivator in the Physique Integration stage could be compared to a natural disaster when he took action.
The next moment, Bai Qiuran grabbed Jue Yunzi’s sword, Fu Yunzi’s pen sword, and Li Pengfei’s brush in his hands. He pulled these three guys over and threw them on the ground, then gave each of them a kick which sent them flying out.
Fu Yunzi was planted on a gate of the ancient city, the upper half of his body was sunk into the wall. Li Pengfei stuck to the wall and made a big silhouette. Jue Yunzi was the one who flew highest. In his miserable howling, he fell into a river not far from the ancient city.
When the surrounding elders saw this, they hurriedly gathered around. Weichen Master Monk was relieved and gave a Buddhist ceremony, saying:
“Amitabha, it seems to be the real Sword Patriarch.”
“Oh, you smelly monk, why don’t you charge along with them at this time?”
Mu Huan said ironically:
“Didn’t you monks always say that ‘I shall be the one who goes to hell to save people’?”
“Amitabha, the three brothers of Jueyunzi sacrifice themselves, and the little monk can’t steal their limelight.”
Weichen Master Monk touched his head and glanced at Bai Qiuran.
“Moreover, this is not hell.”
Mu Huan wanted to say something, but Su Xiangxue stopped them.
“Okay, okay, I already knew this is the real thing for a long time. Who else in this world can have such style?”
The leader of the Kamasutra Sect sighed:
“Let’s talk about important business.”
Zhang Ruifei of the Heavenly Army touched his head, and then stunned:
“Wait a minute, Sect Master Su! If you can recognize Sword Patriarch, then why don’t you tell us sooner? In that way, brother Jue Yunzi and the others have don’t have to do this kind of death-seeking thing.”
Su Xiangxue looked to the side and said:
“Commander Zhang, don’t forget that Xiangxue was originally a demonic cultivator.”
Zhang Ruifei was speechless.
“Okay, don’t talk about it.”
At this moment, Huangfu Feng pushed him away, stepped forward, looked at the skull on Bai Qiuran’s waist and asked:
“Sword Patriarch, how is the situation inside?”
Bai Qiuran then briefly talked about his own experience and the situation of the disciples inside, then he took off the skull from his waist and said:
“This is the original owner of the Wise Immortal Mansion, a Land Immortal from the last era, Wise Immortal.”
“Kids, nice to meet you.”
Wise Immortal, who was held in Bai Qiuran’s hand, greeting people:
“I’m Wise Immortal.”
“It’s amazing, he doesn’t have a soul anymore, how did he survive?”
The elder Devil Cry of the Nether Ghost Sect stretched out his hand but was slapped by Bai Qiuran.
“Don’t touch it.”
Bai Qiuran winked, and then said:
“I asked him to teach you how to shut down that Thunder Tribulation Formation. You go to shut the formation down, then go in and deal with the mansion first.”
Elder Devil Cry retracted his hand, thought for a moment, and then nodded.
“Fair enough.”
Under the guidance of Wise Immortal, the group of elders succeeded in dispelling the Thunder Tribulation Formation that was shrouded the entrance of Wise Immortal Mansion, then they entered one after another.
After confirming that they had entered safely, Bai Qiuran searched for a remote place, then activated the ghost summoning spell.
After a while, a burst of negative energy filled the air, and Xue Ling emerged from the void, followed by Ming Ying.
“Why did you summon me this time?”
When it came to Bai Qiuran, Xue Ling went straight to the topic as always.
“There are a few fresh souls of Land Immortals here.”
Bai Qiuran took out the souls of several Land Immortals that he had defeated in the Wise Immortal Mansion, and handed them to Xue Ling together with the souls of the crowned prince of the Sacred Dynasty sealed in the black spikes.
After Xue Ling put these souls into his paper lantern, Bai Qiuran handed out Wise Immortal’s skull and asked:
“Do you accept this?”
“Haha, you are testing me!”
Wise Immortal laughed and said:
“Never mind, little friend, I’ll let you see my sincerity.”
Bai Qiuran ignored him but looked at Xue Ling. Since seeing the green soul fire in the skull’s eye sockets, Xue Ling has fallen into a thoughtful state.
After a moment, he shook his head and said:
“This one has the Blessing of Heaven, the Underworld can’t collect his soul. Only the Heaven itself can take him.”