Chapter 463: Jealousy, 9 Tribulations, and a Failure

Chapter 463: Jealousy, 9 Tribulations, and a Failure

Chapter 463: Jealousy, Nine Tribulations Cauldron, Failure at the Last Moment (10.4k)

Nine Nether Valley·Blood Jade Cave

Master Yin Kui was sitting cross-legged on the blood jade coffin, pinching a wisp of dark red evil spirit with his fingertips. Suddenly, he frowned and looked up abruptly towards the top of the cave.

"coming!"

Master Qiuyue and Master Yun simultaneously sensed the vibration of the communication jade slip, and their faces suddenly changed after a glance of their spiritual sense.

"Fu Changsheng has come out of retreat!" Master Qiuyue said coldly, "But his direction... is not Jiuyou Valley, but Yunxiao Mountain!"

Master Yun frowned, and the Flowing Cloud Talisman in his hand moved without wind. He was obviously confused and wondered, "How strange! Could it be that he has noticed our plan?"

Master Qiuyue sneered, "Not necessarily. Don't forget that Fu Changsheng's daughter, Fu Yongxuan, who was fostered in the Luo family, just condensed her golden elixir a few days ago. He will most likely wait until Fu Yongxuan's realm is consolidated before inviting Fu Fangfang and Luo Haitang to come to Jiuyou Valley together!"

Upon hearing this, Master Yin Kui clenched his dry fingers tightly, his knuckles made a crackling sound, and a trace of anxiety flashed in his eyes: "I don't have much time left, I'm afraid I can't wait."

His voice was hoarse and carried a rotten smell, as if it would run out of energy at any moment.

Master Yun glanced at him, pondered for a moment, and suddenly took out a crystal clear red fruit from his sleeve. The peel of the fruit was wrapped with strands of vitality patterns.

"Brother Yin Kui, this is the 'Red Cloud Longevity Fruit', which can extend your life by ten years." He flicked his finger, and the fruit slowly floated towards Master Yin Kui, "Within ten years, Fu Changsheng will pay for his blood debt with blood!"

Greed flashed across Yin Kui Zhenren's eyes, and he grabbed the fruit with his skinny hands and stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation. The flesh melted in his mouth, and his dry skin actually turned slightly red, and even his breathing became smoother.

"Okay! Ten years... is enough!" He grinned, revealing a few blackened teeth, with a fierce light flashing in his eyes, "If Fu Changsheng doesn't come by then, we will force him to come!"

"Fu Changsheng values ​​friendship and loyalty. If you want to lure him here, you might as well start with the 'children' he cares about the most."

Upon hearing this, Master Yun lightly tapped his fingertips, and the twelve bone banners floated silently. Several blurry figures appeared on the banners - they were the images of Fu Changsheng's dozen children.

"Fu Changsheng has many children, but not all of them are valued by him." Master Yun sneered, "We need to choose one - someone who desires his father's approval, is impulsive and conceited, and has decent cultivation."

Nun Qiuyue's eyes turned cold, her silver hair moved without wind, and with a flick of her fingertips, the figure of a young man in purple appeared in the void.

"Fu Yongpeng - one of the quadruplets born to Fu Changsheng and Liu Meizhen. He is in the late stage of foundation building and has an impatient temperament. Seeing that his youngest brother Fu Yongjing has already reached the Purple Palace and his sister Fu Yongxuan has even condensed the Golden Core, he has always wanted to prove himself. Moreover, Fu Changsheng has already said that he intends to select one of his many sons as the Crown Prince."

Master Yin Kui laughed softly:

"Once he is granted the title of Crown Prince, he will be the next patriarch of the Fu family. Facing such temptation, Fu Yongpeng is not a saint, so how could he not be tempted? I heard that in order to attract Fu Changsheng's attention, he almost lost his life because of hunting a quasi-third-level monster without authorization, just to prove to Fu Changsheng that he is no worse than his other brothers and sisters. If he knew that there was a 'Jiedan Spirit Object' in Jiuyou Valley, he would definitely hide it from his father and come here alone. Fu Changsheng is now short of a Jindan Spirit Object. Once he obtains the Yuanyin Flower, it will be a great military achievement!"

"Wonderful!!"

The three hit it off immediately.

...

In Wuzhou, on the top of Tianpeng Mountain, ten red copper refining platforms were arranged in an array, with flames rising and falling, reflecting the solemn faces of the young refiners from each family.

Fu Yongpeng stood in front of the seventh refining table, pinching his fingers, and a wisp of blue-purple "Xuanxin Flame" surged in his palm, slowly melting a piece of "Star Pattern Cold Iron". His technique was steady, but there was a hint of anxiety between his eyebrows - in this exchange meeting, he represented not only himself, but also the Fu family, which was about to be promoted to a sixth-grade family.

"Mr. Fu's Xuan Xin Yan is indeed extraordinary, but it's a pity that the temperature is still a little lacking." A clear voice came from behind.

Fu Yongpeng knew who it was without looking back—Huang Yucheng, the young master of the Huang family, who had reached the great perfection of foundation building and whose "Liuyun Forging Method" was famous in Wuzhou.

"If Mr. Huang has the leisure to comment, why not check whether his 'Frost Sword' has been properly tempered?" Fu Yongpeng responded coldly, but his eyes involuntarily glanced at Huang Yucheng's refining table - there, a third-level flying sword with a completely azure blue body had already taken shape, and the spiritual light flowing from the sword body made his eyes hurt.

Huang Yucheng chuckled, flicked his fingertips, and the sword tip hummed, actually drawing a frosty track in the air.

"Third-rank low-grade, barely good enough." His tone was casual, but every word was heart-piercing. "Mr. Fu, don't be envious. I heard that your brother Fu Yongjing is a master of refining. At a young age, he is already a quasi-fourth-rank refiner. If he can teach you a thing or two, by this time next year, your refining level may surpass Huang's."

Fu Yongpeng's face changed.

"It's like this again..."

From childhood to adulthood, he has always lived in the shadow of others - the eldest sister Fu Yongxuan, born to quadruplets, is extremely talented, and the youngest brother Fu Yongjing is deeply loved by his father. Even outsiders like Huang Yucheng can easily suppress him.

At the end of the exchange meeting, Fu Yongpeng's Green Scale Shield barely reached the second-grade upper grade. Although it was not bad, it was eclipsed by Huang Yucheng's third-grade flying sword.

"Don't mind it, young master." The old servant Zhang An handed over the spiritual tea, "You are still young, practice more, and your weapon-refining skills will naturally improve."

Fu Yongpeng did not take the tea, but just stared at the tiny crack on the shield - this was a flaw left by the fluctuation of his emotions during the final quenching.

"If I can go one step further... maybe my father will look at me more?"

On the return journey, Fu Yongpeng drove the Qingfeng Boat, which was not fast but stable enough.

When they reached a desolate mountain, they suddenly heard intense fluctuations of spiritual power coming from the front, accompanied by a woman's angry shouts.

"Go away!"

Fu Yongpeng swept his mind and saw three black-clothed robbers besieging a white-clothed female cultivator. The woman was about twenty years old, with a very beautiful face and picturesque features, but at this moment her face was pale, blood was oozing from the corners of her mouth, and her white robes were mostly stained red with blood.

She held a red talisman in her hand and barely forced back a robbery cultivator, but her steps were unsteady and it was obvious that she was at the end of her strength.

"Young lady, hand over the map and I will spare your life!" The scarred monk who was in the lead grinned fiercely, with the nine-ring knife in his hand shining coldly.

Fu Yongpeng didn't want to meddle in other people's business.

But just as he was about to take a detour, the female cultivator suddenly looked up and her eyes met his.

At that moment, Fu Yongpeng's heart was shocked——

The peach blossom birthmark between the female cultivator's eyebrows and her appearance were surprisingly 70% similar to the wet nurse in her memory!

"Sir, I have a daughter who was separated from me in war when she was young. If you travel the world in the future and meet a girl who has a peach blossom birthmark on her forehead and looks like me..."

The wet nurse's last words suddenly rang in my ears.

Fu Yongpeng gritted his teeth.

The wet nurse treated him very well, and even secretly gave him spiritual fruits to heal his wounds when he was punished by his father. After her death, Fu Yongpeng secretly investigated the whereabouts of her daughter, but to no avail.

And this female cultivator in front of me...

"Could it be..."

Without having time to think, he waved his sleeves and three "red fire needles" shot out, heading straight for the scar-faced Jie Xiu's throat!
"Who?!" Jie Xiu shouted, blocking with the Nine-Ring Knife. With two ding-ding sounds, the red fire needles were bounced away, but the third needle made a strange arc and pierced into his shoulder with a puff.

"Fu family, Fu Yongpeng." Fu Yongpeng said coldly, the mysterious flames surging in his palm, "You three killed people and robbed goods in my Fu family's territory. Don't you think too much of the sixth-rank family?"

Scarface Jie Xiu's expression changed: "Someone from the Fu family?"

Another robbery cultivator whispered, "Boss, the Fu family is about to be promoted to the sixth rank, we..."

"What are you afraid of!" Scarface Jie Xiu grinned, "He's just a kid in the late stage of foundation building. No one will know if I kill him!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly threw out the Nine-Ring Knife. The blade rotated like a wheel, and the nine copper rings jingled, which was breathtaking!

Fu Yongpeng's eyes went dark, his ears buzzed, and his movements suddenly slowed down. Swish! The blade slashed across his left arm, and blood splattered!

"Young Master!" the old servant Zhang An exclaimed from a distance.

Fu Yongpeng gritted his teeth, and the Xuan Xinyan turned into a fire python and pounced out, but was entangled by the black rope shot out from the sleeve of the scarred robber! The black rope was like a poisonous snake, winding up along his arm, corroding the flesh wherever it passed, causing severe pain!
"not good!"

After all, he was only in the late stage of foundation building. Facing the siege of three foundation building cultivators, he instantly fell into a disadvantage.

Seeing that the black rope was about to wrap around his neck, Fu Yongpeng suddenly crushed the jade pendant on his waist.

"boom"

A bright sword light burst out from the jade pendant, falling like a river of stars, sweeping across the four directions!

"Purple Mansion Sword Qi?!" Scarface Jie Xiu's face changed color with horror. Queen Cang retreated, but was still hit by the sword light on his left arm, and his entire arm was instantly covered in blood!
"Go!" He roared, and the three of them turned into black smoke and escaped.

Fu Yongpeng did not chase after her.

He staggered and knelt beside the female cultivator, trembling as he transferred spiritual energy into her body: "Girl, you..."

The female cultivator was barely breathing, her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but only a mouthful of blood gushed out. Her fingers weakly grasped Fu Yongpeng's sleeve, and her eyes gradually became blurred...

The rain was pouring down at this moment.

Fu Yongpeng was soaked through, but he was unaware of it. He just stared at the animal skin map in his hand that he found in the female cultivator's treasure bag.

What was marked on the map was the Jiuyou Valley!

And in the deepest part of the valley, there is a small flower pattern outlined with dark red cinnabar, and a line of small words is written next to it:
"When the primordial Yin is about to mature, the flower will bloom and bleed."

Fu Yongpeng's breathing became rapid.

Yuanyin Flower - a rare treasure from heaven and earth that is said to be able to help the peak Purple Mansion monks break through to the Golden Elixir realm!
His father has been trapped at the peak of Purple Mansion for many years. If he could obtain this item... and present it to his father, not only would he have a chance to advance to Purple Mansion, but from now on, he would definitely have a place in his father's heart!
"This is my chance!"

He clenched the map tightly, a look of determination flashing in his eyes.

The rain dripped down Fu Yongpeng's hair, soaking the bluestone steps. The wound on his left arm was still aching, and the poisonous gas of the black evil rope was slowly corroding his meridians, but he suppressed it with his spiritual power.

The old servant Zhang An hesitated and said in a low voice: "Sir, the wound on your body..."

"That's fine." Fu Yongpeng raised his hand to interrupt, his voice as cold as iron, "Don't mention what happened today to anyone, including my mother."

Zhang An hesitated: "But the black evil spirit poison of that robbery cultivator..."

"I said, no need to say more!" Fu Yongpeng turned around suddenly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and the pressure of the late foundation building stage suddenly burst out, shocking Zhang An to take a half step back.

The old servant fell silent and nodded in agreement.

Fu Yongpeng took a deep breath and suppressed the evil poison surging in his body.

...

...

Return to Huizhou Prefecture.

His injuries were almost healed, and after returning to Yuyao City, he immediately turned around and walked towards Duobao Pavilion and headed towards Jiuyou Valley. He had to exchange one or two life-saving trump cards just in case.

Arrived at the door.

But he was stopped by the elder guarding the pavilion: "Sir Yongpeng, I am so sorry. These few days are the time when we are counting the collections. Please come back in a few days."

Fu Yongpeng frowned slightly. If that was the case, he would have to wait a few more days. Although he was the legitimate son, he had no special privileges.

Just as I was about to turn around and leave, a familiar voice came from behind me -

"Fourth brother?"

Fu Yongpeng looked up and saw Fu Yongjing coming out of the Treasure Pavilion, holding a jade slip in his hand. Behind him were two attendants holding ancient boxes of different colors.

He glanced at the elder guarding the pavilion.

The old fellow just said that it was inconvenient, but his youngest brother Fu Yongjing could come in and out at any time and even use third-level spiritual materials.

This is clearly a distinction.

He clenched his fists.

"If I can bring back the Yuan Yin Flower..."

Fu Yongjing stepped forward quickly and smiled slightly: "Fourth brother is here to get spiritual materials too?"

Fu Yongpeng's expression remained unchanged and he shook his head: "I was just passing by."

Fu Yongjing nodded, then remembered something and reminded him, "By the way, mother just came to look for you, it seems like she has something important to tell you."

Fu Yongpeng's heart tightened, but his expression remained calm: "I know."

After Fu Yongjing left, his eyes darkened slightly.

——Why did mother summon me suddenly?
——Could it be...that she noticed something?
When he arrived at the patriarch's residence, he had kept all his worries to himself without revealing a single thought. Fu Yongpeng straightened his clothes and stepped into the reception room.

Liu Meizhen sat in the main seat, wearing a simple long dress, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes. She tapped the teacup with her fingertips, with a hint of harmony that she didn't have in front of outsiders: "Peng Ge'er, is the weapon refining exchange meeting going well?"

Fu Yongpeng's heart tightened, but his expression remained calm: "Well, my son refined a green scale shield, barely a second-level upper grade."

Liu Meizhen nodded slightly, but did not ask more about the results. She turned and asked, "Do you know about the Wu family's affairs?"

Fu Yongpeng was startled: "Wu family?"

Liu Meizhen raised her eyes and smiled warmly: "The eldest daughter of the Wu clan leader, this girl is very good. I mentioned it to your father and he had no objection. What do you think?"

Wu Qingyue.

Originally, he was discussing marriage with Yongjing, but Yongjing once mentioned to him that he had no romantic feelings for Wu Qingyue.

Fu Yongpeng's breathing stagnated.

--really.

——It was Yongjing who didn’t want it, so it was his turn.

Liu Meizhen continued, "Although the Wu family is currently only a seventh-grade family, the Wu ancestor is a false elixir cultivator. If there is an opportunity, he can go one step further and become a sixth-grade family. This marriage will be quite helpful to you and the family."

She paused, and said in a slow tone, "Of course, all of this requires your approval. Your father has always insisted on mutual consent."

Fu Yongpeng lowered his eyes to hide the sarcasm in them.

——Did his father ever ask him about his wishes?
——It’s just a notification.

He raised his head slowly and said calmly, "My son will follow my mother's instructions."

Liu Meizhen stared at him for a moment, then suddenly sighed, "Peng'er, are you unwilling to give up?"

Fu Yongpeng's eyes trembled slightly, but he still lowered his head: "My son doesn't dare."

——Wu Qingyue?

——It’s just an alternative.

——And he, Fu Yongpeng, will never be willing to be just a substitute for others!

Liu Meizhen stood up, walked in front of him, stroked his shoulder with her bare hands, and whispered, "Your father... is busy with the Dan-forming matters, so it's inevitable that he has neglected you. But you're not a three-year-old child, and you have to rely on yourself on the path of cultivation."

...

...

On the top of Xuanxiao Mountain, clouds and mist are like gauze, wrapping around the lush green forest.

Fu Changsheng stood on the edge of the cliff, his robes fluttering in the wind. He narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the rolling mist in front of him - there was the forbidden area that was not marked on the sect map.

"Xiaobai, are you sure it's here?" he asked in a low voice.

At his feet, a snow-white fox lightly leaped and landed on his shoulder. The vertical green pupil on its forehead flickered slightly, as if there was a divine light flowing.

"Ying——" Xiaobai chirped softly, his voice was no longer childish, but carried a hint of ancient and majestic rhythm.

Fu Changsheng raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and reached out to stroke its head: "Let's go."

This is Xiaobai’s first hunt after breaking through to level three.

Hope for a good result!
hum!
The moment you step into the fog, the surrounding scenery suddenly distorts.

The originally clear mountain road disappeared, replaced by a chaotic gray and white, as if there were only this man and this fox left in the world.

Fu Changsheng paused and frowned slightly.

"Sure enough, there is an illusion array..."

He pinched his fingertips and let the spiritual energy flow in his body. He tried to explore the way with his spiritual sense, but the spiritual sense he just extended was like a drop in the ocean and was instantly swallowed up by the fog.

"Can even spiritual consciousness be blocked?" He felt a chill in his heart.

——No wonder even the Jindan Zhenren couldn’t break in.

——If I don’t have any special means, I’m afraid I’ll be trapped here and die.

While he was thinking, Xiaobai on his shoulder suddenly moved.

The vertical pupil on its forehead suddenly opened, and a ray of green divine light pierced into the fog like a sharp sword!
"Om-"

The void trembled, and the fog retreated like a tide, revealing a winding path.

Fu Changsheng's eyes lit up: "The Delusion-Breaking Divine Pupil... is indeed powerful!"

Xiaobai wagged his tail proudly, but his vertical pupils were not closed and he still looked around vigilantly.

As we walked along the path, the fog gradually thinned and the scene before us became clearer.

Ancient trees are towering, vines are hanging down, and the air is filled with a moist spiritual energy that is refreshing.

Fu Changsheng took a deep breath and felt the spiritual energy in his body become more active.

"The breath of the spiritual spring..." he whispered.

Xiaobai jumped down from his shoulder and landed lightly on the ground, his pupils flashing slightly, as if he was investigating something.

Suddenly, its ears moved and it turned its head sharply to look to the right!

"Hey!"

Fu Changsheng reacted extremely quickly. He flashed and stood in front of Xiaobai, concentrating his spiritual power in his palms, ready to attack at any time.

"rustle--"

The bushes moved slightly, and a pitch-black demon snake slowly swam out, its scarlet tongue moving in and out, and its vertical pupils staring at them coldly.

"A third-rank demon beast, the black-scaled python?" Fu Changsheng's eyes darkened.

——This kind of monster usually only builds its nest in places with rich spiritual energy. ——It seems that the spiritual spring is nearby.

The black-scaled python slowly arched its body, and its scales rubbed against each other, making a teeth-grinding sound.

Fu Changsheng's fingertips moved slightly, and a long green sword quietly emerged.

"Xiaobai, stand back."

Xiaobai did not move, but took a step forward, and the vertical pupil on his forehead suddenly glowed blue!

"Om-"

As the divine light swept past, the black-scaled python's body suddenly stiffened, as if it was imprisoned by some force and could not move!
Fu Changsheng seized the opportunity, and with the sword flashing like lightning, he fixed it three inches from the snake's head:
"Submit or die!"

The black-scaled python's vertical pupils shrank slightly, as if it was weighing something.

Green light flashed in the vertical pupils between Xiaobai's forehead, and an ancient and majestic aura was slowly released.

"hiss--"

The black-scaled python's body trembled, and it slowly lowered itself down, with its head slightly drooping, as if to show submission.

Fu Changsheng put away his sword and turned to look at Xiaobai, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "Your Delusion-Breaking Divine Pupil... can also freeze monsters?"

Xiaobai raised his head, his pupils slightly narrowed, as if he was very proud.

Fu Changsheng waved his sleeves, and a beast-controlling ring turned into a ray of spiritual light and was put on the neck of the black-scaled python. The black-scaled python whined in discomfort, and its huge body kept tumbling. Fu Changsheng flipped his hand and took out a red pill. He flicked his finger, and the pill fell steadily in front of the black-scaled python.

The black-scaled python sniffed it, let out an excited roar, opened its mouth and swallowed it, and its originally restless mood suddenly calmed down:
"Xiaobai, let Xiaohei take us to find the Nine Revolutions Spiritual Spring."

The huge body of the black-scaled python meandered forward, and its scales rubbed against the wet moss, making a rustling sound.

Fu Changsheng stood at the head of the python with his hands behind his back, his robe fluttering in the mountain breeze, and his eyes swept around calmly. Xiaobai squatted on his shoulder, his pupils flashing slightly, and he observed every shadow vigilantly.

——This black-scaled python is obviously very familiar with this place.

——Its nest may be near the spiritual spring.

The mountain road became steeper and the black-scaled python coiled up with its sturdy body, carrying them over a steep slope.

Suddenly, it stopped, raised its head slightly, and let out a low hiss.

"Are we there yet?" Fu Changsheng raised his eyebrows slightly.

Xiaobai jumped lightly and landed on a protruding rock, and his vertical pupils suddenly contracted!

"Hey——!"

Fu Changsheng followed Xiaobai's gaze and his pupils suddenly shrank!
——In front, a huge formation stretches across the center of the valley!
The formation covered an area of ​​100 meters in radius, and the ground was engraved with complex runes. Each pattern flowed with a faint spiritual light, as if it was alive and slowly wriggling. At the center of the formation, nine huge bronze pillars stood tall, with chains wrapped around the pillars. At the end of the chains, there was a giant stone beast bound!
The giant beast looked like a Qilin, but had dragon horns and its eyes were closed, as if it had been sleeping for a thousand years.

"Is this... the Soul Sealing Array?!" Fu Changsheng was shocked.

——This formation is definitely not the work of Xuanxiao Sect!

——I’m afraid it’s a relic from ancient times!

The black-scaled python crouched low on the ground, with a hint of fear in its pupils, and it was obvious that it was extremely afraid of this formation.

Xiaobai jumped back onto Fu Changsheng's shoulder, his pupils glowing green as if he was analyzing the formation.

Fu Changsheng took a deep breath, pinched his fingers, and a wisp of spiritual consciousness carefully probed towards the edge of the formation.

"Om-"

As soon as the spiritual consciousness touched the formation, the runes suddenly lit up, and a terrifying repulsive force burst out!
"Puff!" Fu Changsheng groaned, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"What a strong restriction..." He wiped off the blood, his eyes solemn.

After searching in vain, Fu Changsheng's mind fell on the panel of his sea of ​​consciousness, intending to exchange information to see if he could find the entrance. If that didn't work, he would ask Qingru to come and break the formation:
"Exchange Information"

hum!
The panel vibrates.

A large amount of yellow light surged.

Then, pictures appeared before his eyes one after another. As his mind landed on the first picture, the scene in front of him suddenly became vivid. Then, when the [Nine-turn Spiritual Spring] appeared before his eyes, Fu Changsheng's body trembled:
“Hey, it’s actually the scene in the ancient formation!”

The information on this exchange was timely, so I read it carefully immediately.

In the ancient formation, spiritual mist surged, and the golden patterns of the Nine Revolutions Spiritual Spring flickered, reflecting the Great Elder's gaunt face.

"Once I have finished refining this Nine Tribulations Cauldron, I can start to truly form the elixir!"

He took a deep breath, and the magic power in his body surged like a tide. He pinched his fingers and chanted an ancient and obscure spell:

"Heavenly fire forges bones, dark yin condenses veins, thunder patterns become meridians, and soul nourishment becomes god!"

"Nine tribulations return to one, the cauldron controls the universe!"

"Use my blood and essence to refine the true spirit!"

As soon as the words fell, the elder suddenly bit his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood. The blood mist turned into countless fine runes, entwined around the Nine Tribulations Cauldron like a living thing. The lightning pattern on the cauldron suddenly lit up, purple lightning flashed, and the dark blue ice pattern and cyan soul light intertwined inside the cauldron, and the whole valley trembled.

He formed seals with his hands, and the fire in his palms surged, turning into nine fire dragons, circling the body of the cauldron and refining the impurities. Then his ten fingers were like swords, attracting the Yin Qi of the earth veins, turning it into black Yin cold marrow, injecting it into the cauldron to balance the fierceness of the sky fire, and then outlining the thunder rune, attracting the free thunder power between heaven and earth, branding the body of the cauldron, forming nine thunder chains.

Several months passed.

But a ray of spiritual consciousness shot out from between his eyebrows and merged into the green soul light transformed by the soul-nourishing tree, giving the cauldron spirit its new life and the ability to protect its master.

hum!
This is the end.

The ritual of refining this fourth-level magic weapon was finally completed.

The great elder's eyes lit up and he said in a low voice:
"Nine Tribulations Cauldron, appear!"

In an instant, the treasure tripod flew into the air, and the mouth of the tripod gushed out three colors of light: red sky fire, dark blue dark yin, and purple thunder, which intertwined into a protective light shield that enveloped the great elder. The lightning chains on the tripod moved like a living thing, and there was a faint sound of dragon roaring, which was amazing!

The Great Elder nodded with satisfaction and said hoarsely to himself:

"With this tripod protecting me, I won't have to worry about the golden elixir thunder tribulation!"

hum!
The picture is broken.

Then, a line of text appeared:

[1: The old man in the ancient formation is the great elder of Xuanxiao Sect of the previous generation. Thirty-seven years ago, in order to compete for the [Nine-turn Spiritual Spring], he killed the Sixth Elder who discovered the spiritual spring to silence him. After faking his death, he lived in seclusion here to heal his wounds and refined the Nine Tribulations Cauldron needed to overcome the tribulation. He has already gathered all the spiritual objects for forming the golden elixir and is preparing to come out of the secret room and enter the [Nine-turn Spiritual Spring] to break through the golden elixir.]

"The previous great elder of Xuanxiao Sect?"

Fu Changsheng's pupils shrank, and in a flash, he immediately waved his sleeves, and the bottle containing the essence and blood of the Xuanxiao Sect's leader flashed into view. He cast a spell, and with a bang, the essence and blood turned into a ball of blood mist that enveloped his body. He clasped his hands together, and the spiritual power in his body flowed. His face twisted and changed like water waves.

Thousand Faces Technique·Shapeshifting!
In an instant, his figure rose three points taller, and there was an aura of majesty between his brows, exactly the appearance of the leader of the Xuanxiao Sect!

"Xiaobai, hide well." he whispered.

The little white pupil flickered slightly, and turned into a white light that went into his sleeve. The black-scaled python quietly disappeared into the shadows, its snake pupils watching ahead vigilantly.

Inside the ancient formation, the Great Elder’s skinny fingers slowly stroked the lightning patterns on the Nine Tribulations Cauldron, and a hint of fanaticism flashed in his eyes.

“Finally…finally this moment has arrived.”

He took a deep breath and was about to activate the formation, when suddenly, his cloudy eyes shrank abruptly!
——There is someone outside the formation!
When his spiritual sense swept over, his whole body trembled, and his dry lips trembled slightly: "Master...Master Brother?!"

--impossible!

——Thirty-seven years ago, he personally watched the headmaster build a tomb for him, so why did he suddenly appear here now? !
The elder's face was uncertain, and he was thinking rapidly:

"Could it be that... the master noticed something back then?"

"Or did Sixth Junior Brother leave any clues before he died?"

"No... that's not right. If the master had known about this earlier, why would he wait until today?"

There was a gleam of ruthlessness in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

——No matter what, he must figure it out. Otherwise, if he is interrupted at the critical moment of forming the pill, it will be a mistake that he will regret for the rest of his life!
——If only the leader knows about this place, then... there will be no more trouble forever!
Outside the ancient formation, Fu Changsheng stood with his hands behind his back, staring calmly at the surging fog in front of him.

Suddenly, the fog dispersed slightly, and a skinny figure walked out slowly.

“Master Brother?!” The Great Elder’s voice was hoarse with surprise, and he stepped forward quickly, “I didn’t expect… I didn’t expect to see you again!”

Fu Changsheng's pupils shrank slightly, and a look of shock appeared on his face: "Junior brother?! You...you haven't already..."

The elder sighed, his eyes revealing sadness, "Back then, I was ambushed and nearly killed, so I had to fake my death to escape..." He paused, his eyes flickering, "How did Senior Brother find this place?"

——Temptation!
Fu Changsheng had a complicated expression, as if he was digesting this shocking news, and then he said in a deep voice: "I followed the clues left by Sixth Junior Brother, but I didn't expect..." He glanced at the ancient formation, and said meaningfully, "Junior Brother, you have found a good place over the years."

The elder smiled even more deeply, but his skinny hands were quietly behind his back, his knuckles slightly white. "This place is remote, and I discovered it by accident." He suddenly lowered his voice, "Brother, did you tell others when you came here?"

Fu Changsheng shook his head: "This is a serious matter, why would I make it public?"

The elder's eyes flashed with satisfaction, and his tone became more cordial: "Brother, you are indeed cautious." He took a step forward, and the spiritual power surged under his gray robe. "In this case, why don't we go in and talk? There are abundant spiritual springs here, and it's just right for me to talk to you about what happened in the past..."

——Hidden murder intent!
Fu Changsheng showed hesitation, but he walked forward: "Okay. But Junior Brother, this formation..."

"No problem." The elder waved his sleeves, and the light curtain of the formation opened up. "Brother, please."

The moment Fu Changsheng stepped into the formation——

"Buzz!"

The Nine Tribulations Cauldron suddenly appeared in the air, and red heavenly fire gushed out of the mouth of the cauldron, attacking Fu Changsheng's back!
"puff!"

Blood splatters!

The smile on the elder's face suddenly turned ferocious: "Master, since you are here--"

Before he finished speaking, his pupils suddenly contracted!

The figure of the "master" in front of him twisted like water ripples, and turned into a shadow and disappeared. The real Fu Changsheng appeared behind him like a ghost, and the cold light of the Thunder Sword was chilling.

"laugh!"

The sword pierced through the chest!

"You..." The Great Elder looked down at the tip of the sword that pierced through his chest and turned his head in disbelief.

Fu Changsheng's eyes were cold, and his Thousand Faces Technique faded away, revealing his true face: "Great Elder, I've been waiting for a long time."

——The hunter and the prey switched places in an instant!
A strange smile appeared on the Great Elder's skinny face.

"Young man, is this all you have?"

His dry palm suddenly glowed with a dark blue light, and he grasped the sword blade that pierced his chest. The Nine Tribulations Cauldron made a deafening hum, and three-color lightning gushed out from the mouth of the cauldron!

Fu Changsheng's pupils suddenly shrank, and he retreated violently. But he saw that the wound on the elder's chest healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, his gray robe moved without wind, and his spiritual power surged!

"Nine Tribulations Thunder and Fire!"

The red sky fire and the green lightning that spewed out of the cauldron intertwined, turning into a huge net of destruction that enveloped them. Fu Changsheng waved his sleeves, and three pitch-black soul-eating insects flapped their wings and flew out. Strange purple patterns appeared on their bodies, and they actually devoured the lightning and fire alive!

"A quasi-fourth-level soul-eating insect?!" The great elder's cloudy eyes shrank violently, "Where did you get this vicious creature?!"

Fu Changsheng said nothing, and with his backhandedly sacrificed a white bone insect flute. A shrill flute sounded, and the soul-devouring insect's eyes turned red, its body swelled rapidly, and a highly corrosive poison mist spewed out of its mouth. The great elder hurriedly made a hand gesture, and the Nine Tribulations Cauldron was suspended upside down above his head, with lightning rays dropping down to protect his body.

The elder's grey robe fluttered, and the Nine Tribulations Cauldron suddenly split into nine shadows, surrounding Fu Changsheng in a nine-palace formation. The lightning patterns on the cauldron lit up with a dazzling green light, and the entire valley was instantly illuminated as bright as day.

"Nine Tribulations Thunder Realm!"

The nine cauldrons rang in unison, and countless blue lightning snakes gushed out from the mouths of the cauldrons, interweaving into a web of destruction in the air. The rocks on the ground exploded in the lightning, and the area of ​​100 meters in radius instantly turned into a pool of lightning!
Fu Changsheng's pupils suddenly shrank, and the three soul-eating insects immediately flapped their wings to form a formation. The purple patterns on the wings of the insects lit up, and a purple light curtain was erected in front of them. The lightning struck the light curtain, making a teeth-grinding "sizzling" sound.

"So what if it's a quasi-fourth-level?" The great elder laughed wildly, "Under my Nine Tribulations Thunder..."

Before he finished speaking, a blood-colored banner suddenly swept over! Qiu Chan held the Ten Thousand Souls Blood Banner, and thousands of wronged souls were screaming on the banner. Wherever the blood light passed, the lightning snakes melted away.

"The Blood Banner of Ten Thousand Souls?!" The Great Elder's face changed drastically, "Why is the Blood Shadow Demon's life-saving magic weapon here?"

Just as he was distracted, the ground suddenly exploded! Dozens of white bone demon vines broke out of the ground, and the sharp bone spurs went straight to the vital points. The elder snorted coldly, and a string of bronze bells flew out of his sleeves.

"Xuanyin Bell!"

Amid the crisp sound of the bell, the demon vines suddenly slowed down. The Great Elder took the opportunity to make a hand gesture, and the Nine Tribulations Cauldron suddenly expanded, and a stream of red-gold lightning and fire spurted out of the cauldron, burning all the demon vines.

Seeing this, Fu Changsheng immediately changed his finger gestures. The three soul-eating insects suddenly merged into one, transforming into a giant purple-striped insect about ten feet long, spewing out highly corrosive poisonous mist from its mouth. The elder hurriedly recalled a tripod shadow to protect his body, but saw that wherever the poisonous mist passed, the lightning patterns on the tripod were corroded and dimmed!
"How brave!"

The great elder shouted angrily, and suddenly bit his tongue, spraying a mouthful of blood on the Nine Tribulations Cauldron. The body of the cauldron suddenly glowed with blood, and the nine phantoms solidified again, forming a mysterious formation in the air.

"Nine Heavens Thunder Strike!"

Suddenly, the sky and the earth darkened, and nine purple thunderbolts as thick as buckets fell from the sky! Fu Changsheng hurriedly summoned the insect flute, which sounded shrilly. The giant soul-devouring insect flapped its wings and dodged the purple thunderbolts!

Qiu Chan saw this and the Blood Banner of Ten Thousand Souls fluttered in the wind, with countless bloody ghosts forming a barrier. However, when the sixth purple lightning fell, a crack appeared on the Blood Banner!
“Hahaha!” The elder’s hair and beard stood up, “I’ll let you guys see it today.”

Suddenly, his body froze. He looked down and saw that a wisp of black air had wrapped around his ankle. It turned out that the burned demon vines had revived in the ashes!
"What kind of demonic vine is this?!" The Great Elder's face finally changed.

Fu Changsheng seized the opportunity and took out an ancient jade seal - the seal was blue-gray in color, and the seal knob was carved with a black turtle roaring towards the sky. The tortoise shell was covered with ancient runes. It was the treasure of the Xuanxiao Sect - the Black Turtle Sea-Suppressing Seal!

He bit his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the seal. The jade seal suddenly glowed with green light, and the tortoise shell runes lit up one by one. A vast pressure like the ocean swept in all directions!

"Black Turtle Sea-Suppressing Seal?!" The Great Elder was shocked and angry, "How can you have my sect's seal?"

"Grand Elder, you know that the entire Xuanxiao Sect was exterminated sixteen years ago."

"No no impossible!"

The Great Elder was trembling all over, his face full of disbelief, his mind lost, the power of the Black Turtle Sea-Suppressing Seal made him retreat step by step. He was born and raised in the sect, for the sake of the Nine-Turn Spirit Spring, he could disregard the feelings of his master and kill people to silence them.

But Xuanxiao Sect is like his roots.

Suddenly heard the bad news.

How could he accept it? If Fu Changsheng was lying, how could he enter the core forbidden area of ​​Xuanxiao Sect as an outsider and even sacrifice the sect's treasure!
"noob!"

This is exactly the effect Fu Changsheng wanted.

A thought.

A beam of white light suddenly shot out from Fu Changsheng's sleeve. The little white fox revealed its true form, with its nine snow-white tails spread out like a folding screen, and nine golden points lit up at the tips of its tails.

The Great Elder, who had not yet reacted, was hit by the illusion and suddenly a childlike innocent smile appeared on his face.

at the same time.

Dozens of white-bone ghost hands suddenly stretched out from the ground, tightly wrapping around his legs. The true form of the Skeleton Demon Vine finally appeared, with countless blood-red barbs on the vine, frantically devouring the blood of the Great Elder.

Fu Changsheng seized the opportunity, and the Thunder Sword turned into a silver light that flashed past the Great Elder's neck as fast as lightning.

Gudong.

A big head rolled to the ground.

To death.

The Great Elder was still in the illusion of the green-faced white fox.

I don’t know if he doesn’t want to wake up, or if Xiaobai’s illusion is really that powerful!

Fu Changsheng watched coldly as the head of the Great Elder rolled down, blood splattered, and dyed the ground red. However, even though the cultivator died, his soul remained. Especially for a strong man like the Great Elder who was about to form a pill, his soul was much more solid than that of an ordinary person. A gray shadow struggled out from the broken neck, with a hideous face and a resentful roar:

“Youngsters! Even if I become a ghost, I will drag you down with me to be buried with me!”

The soul was surrounded by evil spirits, and it was faintly showing the tendency to turn into a fierce ghost. Fu Changsheng frowned slightly, looked sideways at Qiu Chan, and said in a low and decisive voice:
"Qiu Chan, take him in."

Hearing this, Qiu Chan raised her blood-red long sleeves, and the Ten Thousand Souls Blood Banner spread out in the wind. The banner was as red as blood, and countless twisted ghost faces were wailing and struggling on the banner, like desperate faces of prisoners. She pinched her fingers, opened her red lips slightly, and spoke in a cold and murderous voice:

"Ten thousand souls devour the heart, blood banner locks the soul - collect!"

"Wow--"

The banner suddenly surged, like a boiling sea of ​​blood, and a scarlet chain shot out from the banner, instantly entangled the soul of the great elder. The soul struggled frantically, the gray mist swirled, and it seemed to be trying to break free. Qiu Chan snorted coldly, a flash of blood appeared in his eyes, and his five fingers suddenly clenched!
"what--!"

Amid the shrill screams, the chains suddenly tightened, dragging the soul towards the blood banner. The elder's face twisted and deformed, and fear finally emerged in his eyes. He screamed:

"No! You can't... I haven't yet..."

Before he finished speaking, the bloody banner rolled up, like the mouth of a giant beast, completely swallowing him. On the banner, a new ghost face slowly emerged, ferocious and resentful, but unable to break free.

Qiu Chan put away the banner and stood up, her lips slightly raised, but there was no smile in her eyes, only cold indifference. She stroked the banner with her fingertips and whispered:

"At least it's not so empty."

Fu Changsheng watched this scene quietly, his expression unchanged, and he just said calmly:

"His memory may be useful."

Qiu Chan raised her eyes, a hint of amusement flashed in her bloodshot pupils: "Master, rest assured, I will search all his memories."

Fu Changsheng did not comment, but turned and walked towards the direction of the Nine Revolutions Spiritual Spring, his voice calm but unquestionable:
"Let's go, it's time to get our things."

Qiu Chan looked at his back, her red lips slightly raised, as if she was smiling. She lightly touched the blood flag with her fingertips and whispered:
"Did you hear that? Your value has not been exhausted yet..."

In the banner, the Great Elder’s face was distorted violently, but he could no longer make any sound.

——Inside the blood banner, thousands of souls are wailing, and will never be reborn.

(End of this chapter)