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第四章 仙人拼一剑

Two cultivation practitioners in the sky were caught off guard by a sudden attack. There was no scene of flying blood and flesh; instead, ripples formed around them as an invisible force blocked the tide of bullets.

"Hey, what's this magical weapon?" Two cultivation practitioners faced the sudden ambush from over a thousand ordinary people with calm expressions on their faces. Cao Hong extended his right hand虚虚一抓,snatched an soldier up into the sky, examining the gun in his hand while casually tossing the soldier aside.

"It’s interesting. Using intricate mechanical structures instead of magical formations, and relying on the explosive force of mundane objects to replace spiritual energy... it actually manages to unleash the power of a Spirit Nurturing stage cultivator..." Cao Hong understood the principle behind the guns with just one glance.

He shook his head: "I never expected that after thousands of years, ordinary people exiled to the Immortal Desolate Realm could develop such ingenious devices. Unfortunately, this only works in this realm where the Great Way is incomplete. Outside the Immortal Desolate Realm, they’re nothing but useless scraps of metal."

With a flick of his wrist, the gun vanished as if he casually put it away.

"Ordinary people daring to attack us cultivators! I felt some guilt before, but now... you’ve brought this upon yourselves!"

Cao Hong looked down at the countless ordinary soldiers in the darkness with disdain. He quickly drew an arcane pattern in mid-air with his right hand.

Countless sparks suddenly appeared from the darkness, rapidly expanding into massive fireballs like a prairie fire.

"Technique: Fire Dragon Roar!"

With Cao Hong’s cold shout, the red flames spread outwards from these giant fireballs. In just moments, this crimson flame connected all the fireballs together, forming a fiery dragon in the sky above Xuanjing City.

The dragon roared loudly as it circled around the city before crashing down towards the ground.

"Boom!"

Explosions echoed continuously.

The houses of Xuanjing City crumbled like simple toys, unable to withstand even the slightest resistance.

The crimson flames seemed to have their own thoughts and consumed everything they touched upon landing.

In an instant, this city turned into a blazing inferno!

However, Cao Hong frowned as he observed. He noticed that most of the soldiers in Xuanjing City had survived his attack despite its ferocity.

A full-fledged Spirit Nurturing stage cultivator’s power was not something ordinary people could easily resist!

Even with their training and quick reflexes to take cover, these soldiers should have suffered more casualties than they did!

What is going on?

Cao Hong was both shocked and suspicious. He suddenly realized something as he picked up the small metal objects that had been scattered everywhere.

"What...?" Cao Hong’s expression changed dramatically as his gaze shifted around with caution. His disdain turned into fear.

"These secret weapons are soaked in human blood, they’re Immortal-Demon Mist..." Dao Xuanzi’s voice echoed, his face pale.

"We were ambushed upon our arrival and the enemy used Immortal-Demon Mist... They must have been prepared for this. Could these ordinary people be guided by a cultivator?" The two exchanged glances as their minds raced with possibilities. "Regardless, this place is too strange; we shouldn’t stay here."

Though Cao Hong and Dao Xuanzi had fought over a White-Blade Technique, it was just between them.

Now that the unexpected situation arose, facing thousands of ordinary people, these two who shared a century-long默契 chose to retreat first out of caution.

Perhaps sensing their intention, the gunfire resumed with the sound of Cao Hong’s fire dragon technique.

This only deepened Cao Hong and Dao Xuanzi’s suspicions. These ordinary people clearly had ulterior motives!

"Let's go!" Just as they were about to escape, a voice rang out from below.

"Dao Xuanzi! Cao Hong! If you flee now, news of your acquisition of a Spirit Nurturing technique will spread throughout the cultivation world tomorrow!"

The voice echoed from all directions in Xuanjing City, lingering in the night air.

It sounded old but was spoken with utmost certainty and coldness.

Cao Hong and Dao Xuanzi froze mid-air. Their faces showed shock and disbelief.

"How is this possible? Only you and I knew about the Spirit Nurturing technique... How could it have leaked out?" The two were overwhelmed by fear as they recalled their journey together, Cao Hong’s desperate escape with his stolen technique, and Dao Xuanzi’s relentless pursuit...

One by one, these events flashed through their minds.

Who was behind this?

Suddenly, dozens of cannonballs streaked from unexpected directions, trailing long trails of flame towards the two cultivators.

"Die!" Cao Hong recovered from shock, then grew even more furious.

"Technique: Fiery Ash Explosion!"

A massive fire ring appeared in mid-air.

"Not good, Cao Hong, get out of the way!" Dao Xuanzi shouted urgently.

"Hmm?" Cao Hong paused as he scanned with his divine sense. His expression changed to shock.

Just as he tried to dodge, it was too late.

Dozens of cannonballs exploded around them.

There were no deafening explosions; instead, dark red liquids burst out, forming a small-scale blood rain that drenched the area.

Only then did people realize that what looked like a tea-colored branch had grown inside the dragon and consumed it entirely!

Even mundane wood could devour dragons!

The magnificent scene illuminated thousands of miles of sky like a dazzling fireworks display.

All living beings who witnessed this scene naturally thought of these words:

"Basement Stage cultivator Cao Hong, an ordinary person for 205 years, used the rare object [Qilong Branch] to establish his Dao Foundation. In the Immortal Desolate Realm, he was attacked by thousands of ordinary people and accidentally injured by Immortal-Demon Mist."

"His cultivation power diminished, his lifespan nearing its end."

"Now, his life ends with his Dao!"

Compassion for one’s own kind, a sense of loss... all living beings in Xuanjing City fell into these emotions as the scene persisted for nearly half an hour before gradually fading.

The soldiers finally regained their senses and silently watched the old cultivator.

"Dao Xuanzi Immortal Sage, our master has no intention to fight you to the death. If you give up resistance, we guarantee your safety..." The soldiers continued shouting according to Li Fan’s instructions.

Li Fan, hidden in the shadows, sighed; he knew this world’s attempt at capturing immortals had failed.

He never expected Immortal-Demon Mist to be so deadly to cultivators.

Indeed, Dao Xuanzi ignored their calls and looked up at the fading sky with a wistful expression.

"Qilong Branch..."

After some time, he straightened his hunched back and scanned the area for the mastermind behind this.

"I don’t know who you are," he said to Li Fan. "And I have no idea what your purpose is."

"You might be after this Spirit Nurturing technique or something else." Dao Xuanzi looked at his storage ring, speaking calmly. "Now that we’ve been set up and both of us have lost our lives, there’s nothing left to say."

"But I won’t accept it," Dao Xuanzi said coldly.

"Someone who can follow us closely without being discovered must be quite powerful."

"It makes sense for you not to face us head-on. But why hide behind ordinary people? Even using Immortal-Demon Mist, a technique that all cultivators despise..."

Dao Xuanzi took a deep breath.

"My brother Cao Hong died at your hands; I feel sorry for him."

Rising into the sky once more, Dao Xuanzi looked down with no expression on his face.

"Your brother has already seen my unique treasure. Now, would you like to see mine?"

"With the wonders of nature, I build my Dao Foundation." Dao Xuanzi chanted loudly.

"My Dao Foundation is called: Dao Xuan."

A massive broken iron sword appeared above Xuanjing City.

All living beings under its shadow felt their thoughts slow down as if rusted machinery.

"I have a sword; please take a look!"

The world suddenly brightened, and everyone in Xuanjing City seemed to freeze in place.

Then, like cracks appearing on glass, the entire city shattered into pieces!

"Truly."

Li Fan’s energy plummeted. In his last moments of consciousness, he silently repeated: "Truly."

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