Tianlan Lingzong is a Qigong sect, founded on the Qigong method "Tianlan Heart Sutra". They have a "Qingyun Sword Technique" that is quite famous in Xuanqin.
It is said that the sect once had a brilliant disciple who practiced the Tianlan Heart Sutra to the Nascent Soul stage, and created the Qingyun Sword Technique in the Nascent Soul stage. This legend is widely circulated in the Tianlan Spiritual Sect, and it is still the pride of the Tianlan Spiritual Sect's disciples.
The sect is located in the northern part of Xuanqin, close to Beichu, and has close ties with the cultivation community of Beichu.
Tianlan Lingzong was a Qi training sect, and it already had quite good alchemy capabilities. Generally speaking, the elixirs refined by the sect itself were almost self-sufficient.
However, when they came across some important elixirs, such as the Foundation Building Pill for building the foundation and the Barrier Breaking Pill for forming the elixir, these kinds of elixirs that tested the level of alchemy, they did not understand them very well and did not dare to make them themselves, so they had to purchase them from some large alchemy sects.
The largest alchemy sect in the immortal ruins is naturally Zhishen Valley.
By chance, Tianlan Lingzong got in touch with Zhisheng Valley and from then on had a stable channel to purchase Foundation Establishment Pills and Barrier Breaking Pills.
Because it was originally an alchemy sect, it had a lot of contact with Zhisheng Valley and learned a lot of alchemy knowledge from Zhisheng Valley.
Therefore, Zhisheng Valley is not only a channel for Tianlan Lingzong to purchase important elixirs, but also a superior sect to a certain extent.
Nowadays, many disciples in Zhisheng Valley were promoted from Tianlan Lingzong to Zhisheng Valley.
After receiving the message for help from Zhishengu, the leader of Tianlan Lingzong decided, after careful consideration, to send an elder of the sect to bring a few disciples to Zhishengu to show his loyalty.
Zhang Zong, the inner sect elder of Tianlan Lingzong, was very disgusting in the sect because of his sinister character and his preference for using living bodies to make elixirs. So the sect leader of Tianlan Lingzong asked him to bring ten foundation-building disciples and two golden elixir disciples, a total of thirteen people, to Zhishen Valley to help.
Zhang Zong didn't want to go out because it would waste his time on alchemy, but considering that he was going to Zhishen Valley, a holy place for alchemy, he decided to take a look.
They received the news on the 17th. Zhang Zong set out on the morning of the 18th. By the evening of the 19th, they barely reached the outside of the Hengduan Mountains.
The reason why their speed was so slow was, firstly, that the sect master did not equip them with a flying magic tool like the cloud boat, and secondly, the foundation-building disciples among them were not the core disciples of the Tianlan Lingzong. Although their cultivation was in the middle and late stages, it only looked good, and in fact, their cultivation was very superficial.
Zhang Zong possesses the basic qualities of an alchemist and is very meticulous in his thinking.
Although Zhisheng Valley is located on the outskirts of the Hengduan Mountains, given the breadth of the Hengduan Mountains, they may not be able to reach Zhisheng Valley in a short time.
How dangerous is it to enter the primeval forest at night?
Therefore, Zhang Zong decided to rest outside the Hengduan Mountains for one night and then go into the forest at dawn the next day.
"Go down!" he ordered, "We will camp here for one night and go to Zhishen Valley tomorrow morning."
"Elder Zhang, Zhisheng Valley is just outside the Hengduan Mountains. Why don't we be patient and rush to Zhisheng Valley overnight?" A Jindan disciple questioned.
"I said take a break, so I take a break!" Zhang Zong didn't want to explain and directly scolded, "Are you questioning my decision?"
Considering the terrifying rumors about Zhang Zong within the sect, the disciple looked at Zhang Zong and did not dare to say anything more, just keeping his resentment in his heart.
The group of thirteen people, all monks, did not think too much and just found a big tree to shelter them. They sat cross-legged under the tree, around the tree, to restore their magic power and take a short rest.
Time passed slowly, and soon it was late at night. Many of the meditating disciples fell into deep practice.
The night is dark and the silence is eerie.
At a certain moment, on the huge rock next to the big tree, Zhang Zong suddenly opened his eyes, and at the same time a talisman instantly slipped from his sleeve into his palm.
He looked into the darkness ahead, and on the grass over there, he suddenly saw a figure standing there with his back to him, carrying a sword.
It was so dark at night that he couldn't even tell whether it was a man or a woman. He could only vaguely see the figure's hair blowing in the night wind.
After all, he was a Jindan of the first generation. He stood up from the boulder calmly and asked cautiously, "Who are you? Why are you playing tricks here?!"
He didn't know when that person appeared; when he used his spiritual sense to sense the past, he only felt a cold wind and could not sense any specific person.
His strength is far above his.
The sword-carrying man did not speak, only a light breeze blew from that direction. But this breeze seemed to have blown from the ice, freezing cold.
Perhaps it was the dark wind blowing from the underworld.
Zhang Zong quietly took out his own magical weapon with his other hand and put it behind his back.
"You have come here for no reason and you haven't said a word. What do you want to do?" He spoke again and warned, "If you don't say anything, I will take action."
He had to give a reminder before taking action. It was not because Zhang Zong was a gentleman, but because he knew that the opponent was stronger than him, so he did not dare to act rashly.
He was stalling for time, waiting for the disciples under the tree behind to wake up, especially the two Jindan disciples. If they attacked together, there might be a chance.
The figure with the sword on his back remained silent.
However, at some point, Zhang Zong suddenly found that he could see the figure clearly from behind. The figure was wearing black clothes, had long hair, and had thin shoulders. It was the back of a woman!
wrong……
not good!
Zhang Zong was shocked. It was not that he could see clearly, but that the figure with the sword on his back was getting closer to him!
The figure was getting closer to him, but she was carrying him on her back, not moving, and moving so slowly that he didn't notice it.
"Here!" Without saying a word, he activated the talisman in his palm, and a palm thunder hit the figure's back.
The figure did not dodge or evade, and was struck by the palm lightning.
"What?" Zhang Zong was shocked. He had no reaction to the palm thunder. "What kind of monster is that?"
He didn't have the chance to think any more, because the monster was stimulated by his palm lightning and its speed towards him suddenly increased.
"Wake up!" He quickly turned around and called out to the disciple over there.
But when he glanced back, he saw that none of the disciples over there stood up. He realized in an instant that these idiots wanted to use this monster that appeared out of nowhere to kill him.
No one in the Tianlan Lingzong was close to him.
"Idiot!" He roared, turned back and bit the tip of his tongue, sprayed the blood under his tongue onto his own life-saving magic weapon, and then used all his strength to sacrifice his own life-saving magic weapon.
In the darkness, his innate magical weapon cut through the air, made a "po" sound, and went towards the figure.
Just as his magic weapon was about to hit the figure from behind, Zhang Zong's eyes suddenly blurred and the figure approaching him disappeared.
"Huh?" He was stunned, and the first thought that came to his mind was, "Could it be an illusion?"
But before this thought could be squeezed out by other thoughts, he heard the sound of a sword being drawn.
That sound is so clear...
"Chiying~"
Like the last moan of a young virgin dying in his alchemy furnace.
While the sound was still echoing in his ears, he felt something passing through his body.
He lowered his head, and in the darkness, he clearly saw blood gushing out of his body.
It makes a "sizzling..." sound.
But he felt no pain.
"I heard someone say that if the sword is fast enough, the blood spurting out of the wound will sound like the wind, which is very pleasant to hear."
Suddenly, in the darkness, a man's voice was brought by the wind.
Zhang Zong looked up and saw four people walking towards him in the darkness, stepping on the tips of dense weeds.
The one who spoke was a relatively slim man walking in the middle. "Master, who said that?" a woman next to the man asked him.
“Wong Kar-wai said so,” he replied.
"Who is Wong Kar-wai? Is he a swordsman with a very high level of swordsmanship?" she asked.
"He doesn't know swordsmanship."
"Then how did he know that blood would sound as nice as the sound of the wind?"
"No?" the man asked back.
"No." The woman shook her head, "I haven't seen it."
"Maybe your sword is not fast enough." said the man.
"Have you seen Senior Brother Lu?" the woman asked.
Another tall man shook his head and said, "I haven't seen it either."
"Where's Senior Brother Liu?"
The man suddenly slapped the woman on the head and scolded, "How many times have I told you not to call her by her name? Don't call her by her name! We are the East Evil, West Poison, South Emperor, North Beggar, and Central Divine Power. Can't you remember this?!"
The woman rubbed her head and said innocently: "I forgot..."
"Remember, you are the East Evil Sword Immortal!"
As they were talking, they walked in front of Zhang Zong. Zhang Zong could see clearly that there were three men and one woman.
"Do you know why your disciples didn't come to help you?" The handsome man in the middle asked him with a smile. That smile was so warm, like the warm spring breeze.
Zhang Zong originally thought that they wanted to use the enemy to eliminate him, but now he realized that they had already died before him.
He nodded.
For some reason, he suddenly felt relieved. He was not abandoned... they were just dead.
Then he split apart. The two halves of his body were evenly spaced, and the wounds were neat. The sword of the middle-level swordsman was obviously fast enough.
The man with the warm smile he heard at the last moment of his life said softly:
"Remember, I am the West Poison Sword Immortal of the Infinite Sword Sect. The one who killed you was the Divine Sword Immortal of the Infinite Sword Sect. Revenge is needed when revenge is needed, and grievances are needed when grievances are needed. My Infinite Sword Sect will never kill anyone without a reason. We will kill all the cultivators who dare to help Zhisheng Valley..."
Zhang Zong remembered it very clearly and would never forget it even after his death.
When the monks from Zhishengu found this place, several days had passed.
They saw the elder of Tianlan Lingzong being cut in half by a sharp sword; under a big tree, they found twelve disciples of Tianlan Lingzong whose dantians had been pierced through the chest by sword energy. Their dantians and qi seas were damaged, and they all died while meditating.
On the front of the tree, they saw someone writing with a bloodstained sword: "Anyone who dares to rush to help Zhishen Valley will be killed without mercy!"
On the back of the tree is written: "First kill Zhishen Valley, then destroy Daojianmen!"
"The Infinite Sword Sect!" Someone was furious and raised his hand to hit the tree through with his palm.
As soon as he cursed, an extremely unpleasant voice suddenly responded from the boulder: "Boundless Sword Sect, Boundless Sword Sect! Sword Immortal, West Poison! Boundless Sword Sect..."
It was a ghost's cry! The people in Zhishen Valley were instantly overjoyed that there was actually a soul left.
They hurried over and cast a spell to collect the souls.
"Who killed you?" someone asked anxiously.
“Boundless Sword Sect…Boundless Sword Sect…” the remnant soul murmured, “West Poison, South Emperor, Sword Immortal…Boundless Sword Sect…kill all of Zhishen Valley…”
"Is it really the Wuyin Sword Sect?" A cultivator from Zhisheng Valley who knew the inside story didn't believe it and frowned and asked, "Who are the people from the Wuyin Sword Sect?"
"Southern Emperor, Central Divine Power, Central Divine Power, Sword Immortal, Sword Immortal...Boundless Sword Sect...Kill everyone in Zhisheng Valley..." Then the remnant soul would only recite this sentence.
"Can the residual soul be repaired?" someone asked.
Someone answered: "No, the time interval is too long. He should have disappeared long ago. He is only able to survive because of his resentment and his golden elixir cultivation..."
"Why did the Wuyin Sword Sect go back on its word?" someone puzzled.
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