Yellow Court Daoist

In the midst of Two Qi Peak,

The Seven Treasures Immortal sat cross-legged on the summit, her vital energy connecting with the entire mountain. Before her lay a sword that resonated with a sonorous clang, an air of martial slaughter about it, and indeed, it was an Eighth Rank Magic Sword.

The Sword Intent awoke.

Sword Qi surged forth.

The Seven Treasures Immortal's eyes were slightly closed, as if she had just effortlessly repelled the assault from the two from Shenxiao. However, this tranquility was but a momentary thing. The intrusion of the two ultimately disrupted her cultivation, forcing her to prematurely unleash an invincible Sword Qi she had been nurturing for months. Although it severely injured Yun Qing and Yun De, the consequence was equally dire for her.

The Seven Treasures Immortal's eyelids trembled slightly, followed by the disappearance of her usual placid expression, now replaced with a serious mien. Her vital energy converged around her, even forming a vortex of Sword Qi.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

This was her unleashing the pinnacle of her mana and Dao ability, striving to stabilize the Daoist Field.

Sadly,

The timing of the intruders' incursion was too perfect.

The collision between one against two in a tumultuous bout had heavily damaged the yet unaccomplished Blessed Land of her Daoist Field.

She tried desperately to maintain it but ultimately couldn't withstand the strain.

Around the Seven Treasures Immortal atop Two Qi Peak were three individuals, their Sword Intents formidable, each bearing a faint breath of Sword Qi, condensed but not released. These were none other than the three True Immortal Disciples she had cultivated over many years, expending countless resources and pouring her heart into.

The Seven Treasures Mountain had few disciples, but five had managed to become True Immortals, thanks to the decisive killing and hard-fought battles of the Seven Treasures Immortal, forging resources to form the situation of today.

Although these three were relatively inexperienced, all dwelling within the Mahayana Sensing realm,

Having received the True Inheritance of the Seven Treasures Immortal, their cultivation hinged on True Sect Level Sword Scripture, and coupled with treasures bestowed by their master, they indeed had commendable strength, earning recognition amidst Da Hao.

The elevation of the Seven Treasures Immortal's Daoist Field was a moment where these three disciples' aid was crucial.

But as the two from Shenxiao broke in and their Teacher unleashed her earth-shattering sword strike, all the disciples on the mountain, including these three, groaned in unison.

They supported themselves as best as they could.

Suddenly, the cultivators led by the three Mahayana True Immortals began to tremble, fresh blood seeping from their eyes, noses, and ears—it was truly terrifying.

In the next moment,

Unable to hold on,

The three True Immortals' eyes split open, blood gushing forth, streaking across their faces in a pitiful display. They then convulsed, opening their mouths to let out a

"Wah!"

"Pugh!"

"Pugh!"

A great spurt of blood erupted, the ambient Sword Qi dissipating. Countless cultivators fell to the ground in disarray. Two Qi Peak's dominant energy immediately dissipated, the dense scent of blood mingling with the air of twilight that spread out.

"Teacher!"

Qi Zhou, Cui Fengnian, and Zhong Lihu, the three great True Immortals, struggled to their feet, calling out as they staggered towards the Two Extremes Palace. They saw that the roof of the palace had already been torn asunder by Sword Qi, and within, a delicate figure slowly stood up.

It was the Seven Treasures Immortal.

With the sword horizontal before her, the Seven Treasures Immortal grasped the hilt, and the world seemed to tremble violently.

Seeing this, a wave of sorrow washed over all three disciples.

"Kanshan Sword."

The Seven Treasures Immortal held the sword, her hand lightly stroking the blade, her eyes showing neither joy nor sorrow, only the passage of endless years. In a trance, it seemed as though she returned to the days of yore, to the first time she received this sword.

...

That day,

The Daoist brought forth three Magic Artifacts.

Pointing at the striking eight-layered palace, he said, "This is Supreme Treasure of the Upper Origin Palace, the Eight Sceneries Tower."

Pointing at a palm-sized moon halo necklace, he continued, "This is the secret treasure of the Upper Origin Palace, the Great You Circle."

Then pointing at the subdued long sword, he declared, "This is the personal sword of the True Man Ling Yun of the Upper Origin Palace, the Kanshan Sword."

...

With a flick, the Daoist sent the Kanshan Sword flying into her hands.

The young girl raised her head to look at her teacher.

"A Sixth Rank Magic Artifact, the Kanshan Sword. With your practice of the Luofu Sword Scripture, you lacked a suitable Magic Sword," the Daoist said with a smile.

...

Years in a flash.

The Sixth Rank sword that her teacher bestowed with her initial nurturing and constant refinement, amidst conquering battles across the lands, had grown into an Eighth Rank. Though not as powerful as another Supreme Treasure also given by her teacher, it stood in a respectable tier among Eighth Ranks.

Wielding the 'Kanshan Sword,' demons and fiends cowered in fear at her notorious might.

But now,

While the sword remained, the old friends were gone.

"Big Brother."

"Fourth Junior Brother."

"Ye'er probably won't be able to wait for your return."

She caressed the sword, and a trace of blood escaped the corner of her mouth, sliding down as if unnoticed as she murmured, "Teacher, your disciple has failed you. I couldn't find Little Junior Brother and have even implicated Third Junior Brother to suffer an inhuman fate."

"Cough, cough,"

The Seven Treasures Immortal coughed gently, her eyes dimming slightly. One hand still on the sword, she lightly waved the other, revealing a fair wrist where the Two Qi Rings glowed with blue and purple, highlighting the delicate paleness of her arm.

With a gentle swirl of the blue ring, a hint of a smile spread across the Seven Treasures Immortal's face, as radiant as sunshine. Qi Zhou and the other two felt a surge of foreboding upon seeing this.

Over the years, they had frequently been by their teacher's side and could not recall ever seeing such sheer and heartfelt joy in her smile.

Such abnormality at a time like this was cause for alarm.

"Teacher—"

Cui Fengnian, the only female disciple and the closest to the Seven Treasures Immortal, stepped forward, her face filled with concern.

The call reached the ears of the Seven Treasures Immortal.

She looked up, seeing the worry on her disciples' faces, and couldn't help but smile, "The path of the Immortal Dao is ethereal, in this life, your teacher has no such destiny. All three of you have exceptional talents. In the future, you must strive in your cultivation, aiming for longevity."

The trio's extraordinary talents were undeniable, for without them, no matter how great the resources, it would be difficult to achieve the stature of a True Immortal.