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Watching Xiao Yefeng sitting on the ground with a blank expression, the shadow turned and walked towards the last stone chamber. This Immortal Cave had truly disappointed the shadow; the entire cave was filled with methods for opening the Spirit and basic cultivation techniques. However, these were precisely the things that someone with a perfect ability to open the Spirit would think about. After all, if the contents of this cave were discovered by the Metaphysics Society or other forces first, it would be like sending coal in winter.
It was not unusual for various cultivation methods to be left behind in an immortal's cave, but these were high-level techniques. From the perspective of the current cultivators, what mattered most were the methods for opening the Spirit found within this cave. Yet, these precious items were wiped away by the shadow wielding a sword, leaving Xiao Yefeng at a loss. But did Xiao Yefeng truly have no chance left?
Just as the shadow was about to enter the last stone chamber, Xiao Yefeng, who had been slumped on the ground for an unknown amount of time, suddenly sat cross-legged and entered a meditative state with his five hearts directed upward. At that moment, just as the shadow was about to leave, a burst of Golden Cyan Light erupted from Xiao Yefeng's body, shining even more brilliantly than when he had previously knocked Yang Xing away to seize his body. Two figures, one golden and one azure, appeared beside Xiao Yefeng out of thin air.
At that instant, a beam of light suddenly shot out from the last stone door, piercing through the shadow's body and entering Xiao Yefeng's brow. The shadow was at the pinnacle of True Spiritual Power for opening the Spirit, akin to Jiang Xing's half-step ahead status. Caught off guard by this beam of light, he was startled and dropped his Zitong sword.
However, even if he fled, it didn't matter much to the shadow; he was merely a ghost fluctuating between Earthbound Spirit and Demon General. What truly worried him was that strange spiritual force that had just penetrated Xiao Yefeng's brow. Why had it entered him? After contemplating for a moment, the shadow steeled himself; better to kill wrongly than to let go. If this child obtained the method for opening the Spirit under the special constitution of the Xiao Family, he would likely become another Xiao Wen.
Not daring to take any risks, the shadow decided to eliminate any potential threats and drew his long sword once more. He swept his sword toward Xiao Yefeng's throat; his strike came like thunder, a golden light slicing through True Qi aimed directly at Xiao Yefeng.
At that moment, two figures that had just appeared beside Xiao Yefeng materialized out of thin air. The azure figure resembled an ethereal immortal while the golden figure stood like a towering giant. The immortal wielded a sword while the giant held a hammer; their weapons crossed and directly intercepted the shadow's blade and golden light.
The appearance of these two figures blocking his attack left the shadow stunned. Then he exclaimed in astonishment, "Taoist Qingfeng Sword Immortal? Confucian Righteousness Divine General? How is this possible?"
The two figures exchanged glances with him before rolling their eyes in unison and vanishing again, leaving only Xiao Yefeng sitting cross-legged on the ground and the trembling shadow holding his sword. In that moment, the shadow understood how terrifying this child was. Since ancient times in Huaxia, Taoism had flourished first before Confucianism emerged and Buddhism entered Huaxia later on; together they dominated the East in a tripartite stance.
Throughout history, there have been many who studied multiple schools of thought but often ended up overwhelmed by their ambitions. However, during Transcendence two generations ago in Huaxia, some talented individuals comprehended their studies well enough to possess protective Divine Generals; no demon or monster could approach them. Yet as orthodox cultivators from these three teachings declined over time, these legends became mere tales until twenty years ago when the shadow had a rare opportunity to witness a protective Divine General firsthand.
Twenty years ago, when Xiao Wen was on his deathbed, a seven-foot tall Golden Body Divine General appeared behind him. With a sweep of its golden hammer, it severely injured Master and killed over ten Peak Level experts in one blow. That strike delayed Perfect World's resurgence plan by twenty years and it still hadn't recovered fully until now. To see once again that Righteousness Divine General from back then left the shadow in shock; after all, he could only keep watch from afar back then to avoid disaster!
Moreover, this time not only was it that Righteousness Divine General blocking his attack but also Taoist Qingfeng Sword Immortal. The child possessed knowledge from both schools; he had known this long ago but never expected he would have divine protection from both sects.
At that moment, the Shadow was frightened, but it also ignited a fierce determination. With such an enemy around, Perfect World would never see a bright future. Could the Young Master defeat someone recognized by both celestial families? No, he must be stopped from growing!
With a resolute heart, the Shadow disregarded the order not to kill Xiao Yefeng. With a swift motion of his left hand, the Soul-Severing Black Sword was drawn from behind and fell into his grasp. Twin Swords in hand, the Shadow made a shocking move: he turned the Twin Swords against himself, slicing through his own wrist. Blood flowed over the blades, and at that moment, the Shadow's True Spiritual Power emerged, enveloping the sword's body.
The sharp golden light flickered continuously; this indicated that the Shadow's True Spiritual Power had a metallic quality, which excelled in offensive strength. At that moment, both swords were infused with all of the Shadow's power as they slashed towards Xiao Yefeng's neck from either side. Just as the Shadow had anticipated, the Sword Immortal and Divine General appeared once more, blocking the attack of both blades. This time, they glared fiercely at the Shadow.
However, at that moment, the Shadow surprisingly released his grip. His bloodied hands withdrew the Copper Coin Sword that had just defended against Xiao Yefeng's attack. The blood stained the Copper Coin Sword, transforming it into a piercing golden blade aimed directly at Xiao Yefeng's throat. The Sword Immortal and Divine General attempted to block this blood-soaked Copper Coin Sword with their phantom forms, but it pierced through their weapons effortlessly.
"Haha! Even if you are a Divine General or a Sword Immortal, what does it matter? The blood-gilded Copper Coin Sword is designed to break spiritual bodies. You are doomed! It was worth my lifespan to unleash this strike!" The phantom of Golden Cyan turned to look at Xiao Yefeng with eyes full of regret.
Yet just as the Copper Coin Sword shot towards Xiao Yefeng's throat with an unstoppable momentum, everything came to a halt—just like when Xiao Yefeng had thrust his sword at the Shadow moments ago. The Shadow found itself pinched between Xiao Yefeng's fingers as he caught the Soul-Severing Black Sword with ease. This time was no different; Xiao Yefeng’s right hand deftly clamped down on this lethal strike.
"How is this possible?" The Shadow stood frozen in place upon seeing Xiao Yefeng catch the Copper Coin Sword.
As Golden Cyan’s two phantoms dissipated into thin air after witnessing Xiao Yefeng’s safety, he sat cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by a faint glow akin to phosphorescent powder—dim yet undeniably real. After swallowing hard, the Shadow spoke: "Spirit? You actually awakened Spirit? Without specialized training methods, how could you possibly achieve this?"
"He cannot, but I can!" Xiao Yefeng remained with his eyes tightly shut when suddenly a figure dressed in ancient swordsman attire appeared behind him, holding a white paper fan. As he opened the fan and gently waved it, a soft breeze stirred his flowing hair, presenting an ethereal demeanor.
"Who are you?" The Shadow raised both fallen swords defensively across his chest.
"You destroyed my cave dwelling and ruined my most prized calligraphy works—who do you think I am?" The man fanned himself calmly.
"This is impossible! No one can live this long; immortality is a myth!" The Shadow exclaimed in astonishment.
"How can you all be so fragile? Am I even alive?" The man looked at the shadow with a face full of disdain.
"Not a living person, is it? Spirit Sealed? You, you are Ancient Power?" At this point, the shadow turned and ran. This information was too important; the shadow needed to report to the Master immediately. Moreover, if this man truly was Ancient Power, one of the original Immortals and Deities, then destroying his lair would certainly not end well for him. With that thought, the shadow fled.
Meanwhile, the man was momentarily stunned, unable to comprehend why the shadow was running away. Just then, Xiao Yefeng, who had been sitting cross-legged, suddenly moved. Just like how the shadow had wielded its sword earlier, Xiao Yefeng raised his right hand, pointing a finger in the direction of the fleeing shadow. In an instant, the Seven Star Needle flew out from his embrace with a whoosh!
The Seven Silver Needles pierced through the air like seven deadly swords, directly embedding themselves into the back of the shadow's neck. From top to bottom, the Seven Silver Needles sank deep into the shadow's neck, and as the needles entered its body, the shadow let out no sound and collapsed straight to the ground.
At this moment, the man waved his paper fan in surprise as he glanced at Xiao Yefeng. Then he smiled and said, "Not bad, not bad. Decisive in killing—truly a descendant of my Xiao Family. But what kind of broken cultivation method is this? With such training, even if you had another thousand years, you wouldn't complete your divine body refinement."
"Ah~ never mind, never mind. Who told you to be a descendant of my Xiao Family? I'll give you a hand. I didn't expect that fleeting thought from back then would turn out to be true. The future now depends on you!" After saying this, the man closed his folding fan and lightly stroked it. Finally, the fan transformed into a stream of Qi that gradually entered Xiao Yefeng's body.
At that moment, Xiao Yefeng swayed and collapsed to the ground, losing consciousness entirely. Just ten minutes after Xiao Yefeng fainted, Jiang Xing's figure rushed in from the entrance. The underground passage was filled with twists and turns; if it weren't for Jiang Xing having left a trace of his own primal energy on Xiao Yefeng, he would not have found this place so quickly.
The fire pit ignited by the shadow was still burning in the stone chamber, making it the only source of light where Xiao Yefeng and the shadow lay. Upon arriving here, Jiang Xing ignored the shadow lying on the ground and rushed directly to Xiao Yefeng, relieved to find that he had merely fainted from exhaustion. Only then did Jiang Xing take a moment to examine the figure sprawled on the ground.
He pushed against the shadow with his hand, flipping it over instantly. Upon seeing its face, Jiang Xing froze for a moment before saying, "Xianhe Daoist Yuan Chunfeng?" He then reached out to check for breath and exclaimed in shock, "Dead?"
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