Yellow Court Daoist

Beneath Five Prisons Peak.

Clang!

Clang!

Two flashes of Sword Qi vanished in an instant.

One struck the mountain peak with a thunderous roar, the vibrations rippling through three hundred miles.

The other, carrying wind and surpassing fire, fell silently and vanished without a trace when returning.

Qin Fan stood proudly in the void, sword in hand.

He looked down.

His gaze fell upon the Du E Immortal Robe, a gift from his Ancestor Master, noticing a scorched patch on the chest where his opponent's sword had just struck.

Though the robe had blocked the Flying Sword, preventing it from piercing through him,

his heart had been shattered by the impact.

"Puh!"

A spray of blood burst forth.

Qin Fan staggered, his complexion pale, but his eyes shone brightly, even a hint of a smile tugging at his lips, seemingly unconcerned by his injury.

And indeed, he was not concerned.

Compared to "Qian Bu'er" opposite him, what was this injury?!

"Puh!"

"Puh!"

"Puh!"

However, there knelt Qian Bu'er of the Great Victory Sect, a True Immortal, disheveled and bloodstained across his face and chest. Yet, the true horror lay in his abdomen.

A Flying Sword had pierced through his Dantian, causing his Mana to surge chaotically. Inside, the contained Sword Qi and Thunder wreaked havoc, tearing his Primordial Spirit apart.

His foundation was utterly destroyed.

His life hung by a thread.

His expression wilted, his demeanor bordering on madness—

"Immortal Robe!"

"Supreme Treasure Immortal Robe!"

"How is it possible?! A mere Three Calamities True Immortal, a Southern Border Wanderer Immortal, how could he possess such a Supreme Treasure?!"

Qian Bu'er was filled with immense hatred.

And disbelief.

Had he known Qin Fan possessed such a treasure, he would never have confronted him. Although a Second Difficulty True Immortal was stronger than a Three Calamities True Immortal, the difference between them was but two thousand years of Dao cultivation.

Within the Little Ruoshui Realm.

Here, the disparity between the various levels, compared to the outer world, were somewhat weakened.

Mana.

The physical body.

Primordial Spirit.

All were in a weakened state.

In such conditions, the gaps between each rank were significantly narrowed, leading to countless instances of 'Qi Cultivation Battles Primordial Spirit' and 'Primordial Spirit Fights True Immortals'.

Cultivation Technique, Divine Skills, and Magic Artifacts, these were crucial factors influencing victory apart from Dao cultivation and prowess.

Amongst them,

when the differences in Cultivation Technique, Divine Skills, and even Daoist cultivation prowess were minimal, Magic Artifacts became the most critical factor!

This was also why, in the Little Ruoshui Realm, whether it was Qi Cultivators or top-level True Immortals, everyone devoted their efforts to mastering Divine Skills and searching far and wide for treasures to refine Magic Artifacts.

Once outside.

The level of divine skills among the cultivators here generally surpasses one or two levels.

Qin Fan's Cultivation Technique was not inferior.

Tianshu Sword!

Du E Immortal Robe!

With these two Supreme Treasures at his side, one offensive and one defensive, he was inherently invincible!

Not to mention their first appearance outside Sea View Peak.

Unprepared, even Four and Five Difficulties True Immortals would suffer a great loss.

As for Qian Bu'er—

Merely a Second Difficulty True Immortal, courting a sure path to death!

Huff, huff!

A figure flitted over, landing in front of Qian Bu'er.

It was none other than the Great Victory Ancestor Master.

"Master!"

The despair in Qian Bu'er's face, his eyes dim and lusterless, filled with regret.

"Say no more, you've needlessly exhausted your Yuan Qi."

The expression on Great Victory Ancestor Master's face was as cold as frost.

He flicked his fingers continuously, sending streams of Mana into Qian Bu'er's body.

But Qian Bu'er, with his physical body and Primordial Spirit damaged by the Tianshu Sword, had also depleted his Mana.

Unless an Immortal Pill was swallowed.

In the mortal realm, no medicine or stone could cure him!

"The disciple is afraid it's hopeless," Qian Bu'er struggled to lift his eyelids to look at the Great Victory Ancestor Master, his expression utterly sorrowful.

The Mana utterly wasted, the Primordial Spirit torn apart.

Unless a Longevity Immortal intervened and bestowed an Immortal Pill, there was absolutely no reason he could survive. While Taoshan might rely on the so-called Ling Kong Immortal Realm, even for a top-level expert like the 'Three Immortals and Three Elders' facing life and death peril, no immortal would be summoned to rescue them.

Let alone Qian Bu'er, a mere Second Difficulty True Immortal.

"Sigh!"

After examining the injuries, Great Victory Ancestor Master also heaved a sigh.

"Upper Master."

Nangong Pojun strode forward like a shooting star, positioning himself beside the master and disciple.

He glanced at Qian Bu'er, feigned a posture, and heaved a long sigh, then addressed the Great Victory Ancestor Master, "Wait a bit longer, Upper Master. After I slay Qin Fan, I'll come stay with Disciple Qian!"

Qian Bu'er, still on the verge of death, trembled at those words.

He wanted to say something but could no longer speak.

"Go!"

Nangong Pojun didn't wait for a response from the Great Victory Ancestor Master, seething, he rapidly drew his sword aiming directly at Qin Fan.

"Great Success Sword."

"Nangong Pojun!"

Although Qin Fan was formidable.

And protected by the Du E Immortal Robe, he was, after all, only a Three Calamities True Immortal who had already been injured by a strike from Qian Bu'er. How could he withstand Nangong Pojun, a notorious figure who had long entered the 'Ten Tribulations' tier?!

"Ancestor, be careful!"

Zhang Shu and the other nine elders of Sea View Peak, watching over their ancestor Qin Fan clad in the Immortal Robe, wielding a sword, all tightened their expressions.

"Humph."

Yet Qin Fan appeared unflustered, hardly paying Nangong Pojun any mind.

"Hmm?"

Nangong Pojun spotted the anomaly, his heart stirred.

A booming laugh echoed from all around —

"For the renowned leader of the 'Twelve Swordsmen' of Taoshan to bully an injured junior. Spreading this out would truly tarnish the prestige of the Great Success Sword!"

The voice reverberated.

Boom, boom, boom!

A gust of Wind and Fire swept in, flashing cold light, protecting Qin Fan.

"Who could it be? It turns out to be the 'Wind and Fire Daoist' of Southern Border Flying Thunder Ridge!"

Grasping his Magic Sword, Nangong Pojun looked at the two Daoists emerging to the left and right behind Qin Fan and sneered, "The famed 'Wind and Fire Daoist' of the Southern Border, since when did they become lapdogs under Zhang Yang's command?!"

The arrivals were none other than the renowned Southern Border Flying Thunder Ridge 'Wind and Fire Daoist'.

This 'Wind and Fire Daoist' wasn't one person, but two brothers. 'Feng Daoist,' named Wu Far, excelled in Wind Control Skill. 'Huo Daoist,' named Li Nan, specialized in Fire Technique.

These two were always seen together, thus the true immortals of the world referred to them jointly as 'Wind and Fire Daoist'.

"Qin Fan thanks the two seniors!"

Seeing them, Qin Fan felt greatly relieved and bowed deeply to the two.

"Ha ha!"

"My brother and I share a life-and-death bond with your master, how could we watch you be bullied?"

'Huo Daoist' Li Nan laughed loudly, utterly mocking Nangong Pojun from across.

Nangong Pojun, undaunted, simply stared at Qin Fan, particularly at the Immortal Robe on him, feeling a pang of regret. Now that the Wind and Fire Daoist had arrived, both the Immortal Robe and the Immortal Sword in Qin Fan's hands were out of reach for him.

"Enough!"

He didn't insist.

"Since you two have come, why not show yourselves?"

As the words fell, a beautiful woman emerged from the southwest, standing gracefully.

"From the Wushan Gorge of the Southern Border, 'Seven Star Hand' Zhao Yan'er."

From the northwest came a handsome young man with white hair, holding a Golden Ring, and riding the clouds.

"From the Sea View Peak of the Southern Border, 'White-haired Thunder God' Zhang Yang."

Seeing these two, Nangong Pojun chuckled, "The four of you certainly come with a grand entrance."

It was evident.

He and the Great Victory Ancestor Master planned to ambush Zhang Yang, seeking to eliminate this threat.

But the planners themselves were outsmarted!

Zhang Yang had anticipated this, even inviting 'Wind and Fire Daoist' and 'Seven Star Hand'. All three were famous among the Loose Immortals, their reputations and Dao abilities were not inferior to his own status as 'Great Success Sword.'

Together with the so-called 'White-haired Thunder God' Zhang Yang.

Even if he joined forces with the Great Victory Ancestor Master, they were likely no match, plus being in the Southern Border, it was unknown whether more Southern Border experts were lying in ambush beyond these four.

Nangong Pojun looked toward Great Victory Ancestor Master.

"Zhang Yang."

"This day's grudge will surely be returned in the future."

The Great Victory Ancestor Master stood up, his disciple Qian Bu'er already lifeless beside him.

His face filled with grief, he looked at Zhang Yang and spoke with hatred.

Whoosh!

With a sweep of his sleeve, he gathered up the corpses of Qian Bu'er, along with numerous elders and disciples of the Great Victory Sect.

With a shift of his feet.

Thunder exploded, charging towards the northeast where Huo Daoist was.

Seeing the bad situation, he planned to escape.

He even dared not return to Five Prisons Peak—

Although there were Great Arrays in the mountains, the Great Victory Ancestor Master also worried about being trapped, unable to call to heaven or earth.

Be very careful!

"Where do you think you're going?!"

Seeing the Great Victory Ancestor Master breaking through in his direction, Huo Daoist's eyes widened in anger. With a grab in the void, a flaming Mountain Opening Axe fell into his hands.

Boom!

With the axe in hand, he swung it mightily, intending to block the Great Victory Ancestor Master.

"How dare you try to stop me?!"

The Great Victory Ancestor Master sneered coldly, his finger forming a sword, and with a thunderous roar echoing, a flash of lightning struck precisely on Huo Daoist's Mountain Opening Axe.

Sparks flew in all directions.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Tremendous force transmitted, Huo Daoist felt his palms numbing, his whole body being forced three steps back.

After all, he was one of the 'Taoshan Three Immortals'!

The Great Victory Ancestor Master succeeded with one strike and did not linger, swiftly bypassing Huo Daoist. Nangong Pojun followed closely, raising his sword and striking down at Huo Daoist.

"Open!"

Huo Daoist struck back fiercely with his axe.

Blocking the sword.

"Ha ha!"

"Let's go, let's go!"

But while Nangong Pojun laughed, he also took the chance to leap, following the Great Victory Ancestor Master tearing through the sky.

All around.

Wind Daoist Wu Far, Seven Star Hand Zhao Yan'er, including Zhang Yang himself, made their arrangements, unwilling to let the two escape so suavely—

"Pursue!"

Zhao Yan'er, gentle in appearance but with a cold voice.

With a sharp shout, she took the lead and threw a whip-like stroke, chasing after the Great Victory Ancestor Master and Nangong Pojun.

Zhang Yang and the Wind and Fire Daoist didn't hesitate either, unleashing Wind, Fire, and Thunder together.

Relentlessly pursuing.

"Today is indeed a setback!"

Seeing the four relentlessly chasing behind, Nangong Pojun was not panicked but thinking that today was supposed to be about eliminating Zhang Yang, only to end up fleeing ignominiously, was truly frustrating.

Moreover, missing out on Qin Fan's two Supreme Treasures that stirred his heart made him feel particularly regretful.

His mood became increasingly aggrieved.

The Great Victory Ancestor Master with a cold face, "Sooner or later I'll cut down Zhang Yang and his disciples!"

As the two spoke boldly.

But from the front side, space rippled like water waves, and a Daoist with a scruffy beard and wine gourd tied at his waist abruptly appeared.

Staggering, somewhat flustered.

"…"

"…"

"…"

As the three faced each other, the atmosphere became somewhat weird for a moment.

"Brother Gongsun?"

"Uncle Gongsun?"

Great Victory Ancestor Master and Nangong Pojun were the first to react upon seeing the newcomer, bursting with joy.

The man before them was none other than 'Wine Sword Immortal' Gongsun Xun, one of the 'Taoshan Three Immortals,' whose Dao ability was not inferior to Yu Zhenzi and Great Victory Ancestor Master.

With him here.

There might be no need to flee!

"Junior brother Great Victory, nephew Nangong, what is this—"

Gongsun Xun encountering the two, was also puzzled.

Just about to inquire, he suddenly looked southward, his expression changing, shouting in panic, "Run!"

In his panic.

The voice was sonorous and even slightly broken.

Anyone could feel the fear in it.

"…"

Great Victory Ancestor Master and Nangong Pojun looked at each other, then toward the south, only to see Zhang Yang and his group approaching like a torrential wave, their momentum formidable.

"Uncle Gongsun—"

Nangong Pojun's face twitched, he wanted to say something but stopped himself.

The Great Victory Ancestor Master also felt annoyed.

After all, being one of the illustrious Three Immortals and yet to be scared by four Loose Immortals, if this gets out, not just their Three Immortals but the entire Taoshan might be ridiculed by all the True Immortals in the world!

But there was no helping it.

Gongsun Xun did not want to fight, and just the two of them were no match for Zhang Yang's group.

"Let's go!"

They had to continue running.

But just then.

Swoosh!

The two clearly saw Gongsun Xun first flying north, disappearing without a trace, leaving them quite a distance behind. While they struggled to catch up, they suddenly saw a sword light flying rapidly back—

With a gourd tied at the waist, hair streaming chaotically.

If not 'Wine Sword Immortal' Gongsun Xun, then who?!

"…"

"…"

"…"

The three once again faced one another, looking at each other in silence.

Gongsun Xun, flustered and not choosing his paths wisely, had flown back and only then did he see his junior brother and nephew's rear, four potent True Immortals advancing in unison, completely sealing off the southern retreat.

"It's tough indeed!"

A gloom overcame Gongsun Xun's heart.

While the Great Victory Ancestor Master and Nangong Pojun saw that behind their senior brother and uncle, a young Daoist walked leisurely forward.

His sleeves clear of any weapons, his aura condensed and unfaltering.

Even the Great Victory Ancestor Master was deeply shaken—

"A Nine Tribulations True Immortal?!"

He suddenly understood why Gongsun Xun was so frantic, a mix of shock and anger surged in his heart, cursing deeply: "Damn it, Gongsun Xun, how dare you betray me?!!!"

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