Ling Pengxing Seeks the Dao

With his thoughts returning to normal, Ling Pengyun spoke to the three people beside him, including Ling Pengshan.

"Everyone, now that my Golden Core Ceremony is complete, I should head to the Boundless Sea Region Cultivation World to purchase Water Spirit Iron."

"Of the 100,000 Spirit Stone stored in the Clan Repository, I will take 89,000 Spirit Stone Spirit Stone and leave the rest in the clan in case of any other changes."

"The 80,000 Spirit Stone I took were used to purchase Water Spirit Iron, which I split 50/50 with my Lineage. As for the remaining 9,000 Spirit Stone, I will use them to purchase nine Second Rank Low Grade Longevity Shell in the Boundless Sea Region Cultivation World. This way, you can all add nine years to your lifespan."

"In addition, the 40,000 Spirit Stone I consumed can be deducted from my Contribution Points."

Ling Pengshan and the others felt a warmth in their hearts upon hearing this.

As for Ling Pengyun using Spirit Stone to buy Water Spirit Iron, no one had any objections.

Seeing that everyone agreed, Ling Pengyun's expression gradually became serious, and he gave them a word of advice.

"My departure from the Lineage must not be revealed to outsiders. You and I both know the consequences of the chaos caused by the Small Demon Uprising."

"Understood, Eighth Brother." Ling Pengshan and the others expressed their agreement one after another.

Seeing this, Ling Pengyun nodded slightly and then entered the Clan Repository on the mountaintop.

When he came out of the Clan Repository, he had 70,000 Spirit Stone on him.

After bidding farewell to Ling Pengshan and the others, he sent his Daoist companions, parents, and others who were still in the Clan Mountain back to Falling Dusk Mountain.

After spending another day with his Daoist partner Yan Siyi, he then rode the Wind Shadow Peng, which had reached the peak of the Foundation Establishment Sixth Layer, and left Falling Dusk Mountain.

Wind Shadow Peng has been at the Foundation Establishment Sixth Layer for some time, but unfortunately, this bottleneck is the most solid one in the Foundation Establishment realm.

Even Wind Shadow Peng with good aptitude needs to rely on the accumulation of time and use spiritual power to hone this bottleneck.

However, in Ling Pengyun's eyes, this Peng has never been a tool for fighting, but rather a means of transportation.

As for the strength of this roc, Ling Pengyun didn't pay much attention to it.

This Peng bird is now capable of traveling 100,000 li a day, which is more than enough for Ling Pengyun, who has entered the Golden Core realm.

After all, although Ling Pengyun's Flowing Light Escape Technique Divine Ability can travel 300,000 miles a day, it consumes a great deal of spiritual energy and is far less enduring than Wind Shadow Peng's.

This roc's greatest strength has always been its flight speed, which is 30% to 40% faster than other rocs of the same level.

A typical Foundation Establishment Sixth Layer Flying Demonic Beast can only travel about 60,000 miles a day at most.

Only those Flying Demonic Beast that have reached the Late-Stage Foundation Establishment can achieve a flight speed of up to 100,000 miles per day.

This is also why Ling Pengyun values Wind Shadow Peng.

About half a month later.

That night.

On a main road in the Hundred Spirits Sect territory, Jing Province, and Cloudwater County, dozens of men in black riding fine horses were chasing a middle-aged man who was riding Black Steed. He was dressed in seemingly ordinary clothes, but his demeanor exuded nobility.

As the middle-aged man rode away on his Black Steed, he would occasionally look back to check on the pursuers' movements.

As he saw the pursuers getting closer and closer, fear gradually crept onto his face.

He understood that if he fell into the hands of those people, he would have no chance of survival.

After running for a while, the elegant middle-aged man spotted a light in a grove of trees on the left side of the road, and his eyes lit up.

"I hope there are more people from that place who can hold off my pursuers for a while."

He quickly mounted his Black Steed, left the main road, and entered the uneven wilderness.

Before long, he entered the grove of trees where a flickering firelight had appeared.

As he approached the fire, he also saw the scene there.

To his disappointment, there was only a frail, hunched old man at the firelight.

"Am I truly destined to die here today?"

The wealthy middle-aged man listened to the approaching sound of dozens of horses' hooves behind him, his face filled with despair.

at the same time.

An elderly man, who was processing the pelt of a wild rabbit by the campfire, also noticed the wealthy middle-aged man being chased.

He glanced at the dozens of pursuers on horseback behind the wealthy middle-aged man, and his brow twitched slightly.

"They are all Acquired Realm martial artists, and there is even a martial artist at the third level of the innate realm."

"It seems that the middle-aged man being chased is no ordinary person."

"However, this mortal's attempt to bring disaster eastward is truly worthy of death."

If the middle-aged man in fine clothes did not intend to do so, why would he have come specifically to his location?

The old man's eyes turned cold. He reached behind him, took down the iron sword, and slowly stood up.

The middle-aged man, who was riding Black Steed and approaching gradually, was puzzled when he saw the old man holding a sword.

But at that moment, the old man suddenly unleashed a burst of Sword Qi that spread out in all directions, even stirring up the surrounding dust.

In an instant, dust billowed everywhere.

The old man's figure vanished like a ghost, and when he reappeared, he had already traversed dozens of feet and arrived beside the middle-aged man.

The old man withered and died, and with a flick of his long sword, a dark light flashed, severing the four hooves of the Black Steed that the middle-aged man was riding.

The middle-aged man on horseback was thrown to the ground and rolled several times.

Just as the old man was about to Sword Slash at the middle-aged man again...

He saw that the middle-aged man was surrounded by a faint white light that transformed into a light barrier, blocking the long sword.

"Cultivator techniques?"

"First Rank Low Grade protective magic Law Artifact?"

When the old man, nearing the end of his life, saw that the source of the white light was a jade pendant in the middle-aged man's hand, his expression shifted slightly.

"Master of Swordsmanship, I was unaware that you were among the fires in this forest. Please spare my life. I am Bai Xuanhe, the Mighty King of Bailing Kingdom. If you spare me, I will repay you with a generous gift."

Upon seeing that the elderly man he had underestimated was actually a Sword Dao master capable of unleashing Sword Qi, Bai Xuanhe's face was filled with terror, and he repeatedly begged for mercy.

"The Kingdom of Baiyun?" the elderly man muttered to himself in confusion.

After careful recollection, he realized that the Hundred Clouds Mountain Range, where the Hundred Spirits Sect's mountain gate was located, was a vast area of tens of thousands of miles, and that all the wild beasts and Demon Beast in it had been slaughtered by the Hundred Spirits Sect.

This vast territory was also where the Hundred Spirits Sect settled millions of mortals, serving as a candidate place for their disciples.

After all, the more mortals there are, the greater the probability of someone being born with Spirit Root.

To better manage these mortals, the Hundred Spirits Sect also supported a puppet among them and established a mortal kingdom in that region.

And the mortal kingdom, with its numerical advantage, can produce many people with Spirit Root every year.

Those with better Spirit Root will be recruited by the Hundred Spirits Sect, while those with poor Spirit Root will be given a basic Cultivation Method by the Hundred Spirits Sect and then sent away.

Such cultivators usually end up as Rogue Cultivator.

Today, nearly half of the Rogue Cultivator in the Hundred Spirits Sect's territory come from that area.

"No wonder a mere mortal could possess a First Rank Low Grade protective magic Law Artifact."

"How interesting, though. I never imagined that a king of a nation would fall to such a state."

The old man, looking at the Martial Might King protected by the protective barrier activated by the magical Law Artifact, noticed a rare glint of light in his usually indifferent eyes and thought to himself.

Subsequently, he ceased attacking the Martial Might King "Bai Xuanyun" and instead transformed into a ghostly figure, swiftly attacking the mortal martial artists who were chasing the Martial Might King.

Although those ordinary martial artists were top-notch experts among mortals, they were no match for the old man in his twilight years.

In just a dozen breaths, the dozens of black-clad warriors were defeated by the old man.

The old man, like a Killing God, held the iron sword that had beheaded dozens of black-clad warriors without shedding a drop of blood, and slowly walked towards the Martial Might King "Bai Xuanhe," who was protected by a protective magic Law Artifact.

Upon witnessing this scene, King Bai Xuanhe was so frightened that his legs trembled uncontrollably, and he kept begging for mercy.

However, to the surprise of King Bai Xuanhe, the old man who looked like a god of death did not make a move to attack the light barrier erected by the protective magic artifact.

Instead, the old man said calmly.

"I see that your situation, Martial Might King, seems rather precarious. Why don't you tell me about it? Perhaps I'll let you go."

Upon hearing this, King Bai Xuanhe was overjoyed and quickly explained in detail.

"I am the Martial Might King of the Hundred Spirits Kingdom, and I am a blood relative of the previous emperor of our country Bai Xuanzhong."

"My elder brother Bai Xuanzhong died of illness a few months ago, leaving his only son Bai Yanzhong to ascend the throne. But unexpectedly, my nephew Bai Yanzhong listened to the slander of others and felt that I, a leisurely prince with whom he had a very close blood relationship, was a threat to his still unstable throne."

"Subsequently, my nephew Bai Yanzhong dispatched the imperial guards from the Imperial Palace to hunt me down."

"If I hadn't befriended some Immortal Elder in my early years and acquired some immortal artifacts, and if I hadn't been someone who wasn't just a freeloader, I probably wouldn't be alive today."

In the end, the mighty King Bai Xuanhe forgot the crisis at hand, and only endless hatred remained in his heart.

The old man, seeing the expression on King Bai Xuanhe's face and hearing what he was saying, noticed the aging King Bai Xuanhe's expression.

"That's more interesting."

"Since I have encountered such an interesting event today, my first stop on my journey to travel the world, observe all aspects of life, and temper my sword heart will be the Hundred Spirits Imperial Palace."

This frail old man was none other than Ling Pengxing, who had left Lingxiao Mountain half a month ago.

In the past half month, Ling Pengxing has traveled thousands of miles on foot, heading north from Huai River County to Cloudwater County.

His original idea was to observe the myriad aspects of the world, temper his sword heart, and comprehend the mysteries of the Sword Dao through other senses.

Five years ago, during the Small Demon Uprising, when he had finally managed to comprehend the first move of the "Star Metal Sword Dao Secret Technique," "Radiant Moon," he realized that creating Sword Dao secret technique had little to do with actual combat.

It is largely related to one's State of Mind.

State of Mind is hard to explain and can only be triggered by various things.

As his thoughts returned, the aging Ling Pengxing spoke calmly to the majestic King Bai Xuanhe.

"How about I protect you back to the Hundred Spirits Kingdom and help you ascend the Hundred Spirits Kingdom?"

Upon hearing this, King Bai Xuanhe was taken aback.

He hadn't expected that Ling Pengxing, who had just tried to kill him, would suddenly want to help him seize the throne.

"Master, my Hundred Spirits Kingdom has a vast territory, and the Hundred Spirits Imperial Palace is home to countless powerful individuals. There are many Sword Dao masters who can unleash Sword Qi energy, and there is even a Sword Saint saint who has comprehended Sword Intent. With your strength alone, Master, I'm afraid you are not able to help me."

Although King Bai Xuanhe was afraid of Ling Pengxing, he looked completely disbelieving.

Ling Pengxing's expression shifted, and a chilling, thin aura of killing intent surged from his body.

The iron sword in his hand, like a long black serpent, transformed into a streak of cold black light and pierced fiercely into the protective light barrier.

After three consecutive strikes, a huge crack appeared on the protective light barrier.

"Am I stronger than that Sword Saint from your Hundred Spirits Kingdom who comprehended that bullshit Sword Intent?" Ling Pengxing sneered.

King Bai Xuanhe was greatly shocked to see that Ling Pengxing had broken through the light barrier erected by the low-grade first-tier protective magic artifact with only three strikes.

Although he had not Dao Path, he knew a thing or two about the affairs of the Cultivation World.

Even Hundred Spirits Fruit, the Sword Dao Sword Saint aims to reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship, would probably need ten or so moves to shatter this protective Law Artifact that is strong enough to withstand three full-force attacks from a Qi Refining Early-Stage Qi Training cultivator.

The quality of that protective Law Artifact was beyond doubt; he had previously sought the help of many fellow cultivators to appraise it.

Under such circumstances, it can only mean that the Sword Dao master in front of us, who is like a Killing God, is strong enough to rival those immortals in the Early-Stage Qi Training, or even stronger than ordinary immortals in the Early-Stage Qi Training.

This level of strength is several times greater than that of the Sword Saint from the Hundred Spirits Kingdom.

Lost in thought, King Bai Xuanhe's eyes trembled.

"Master, are you Immortal Elder? If you are Immortal Elder, even you would find it difficult to help with this matter. The Hundred Spirits Immortal Sect, a powerful force in our country, has long established a rule that Immortal Elder in the Hundred Spirits Kingdom are not allowed to harm mortals."

Ling Pengxing was slightly taken aback by the question, and after a moment, he said in a deep voice, "I am not a cultivator; I am merely a swordsman."

Upon seeing this, King Bai Xuanhe felt somewhat relieved.

After all, no cultivator in the entire Hundred Spirits Sect territory dared to defy the rules set by the Hundred Spirits Immortal Sect.

Subsequently, he regarded Ling Pengxing as a "Sword God" level expert comparable to the legendary swordsman who had reached a transcendent level in swordsmanship.

In an instant, his eyes also became burning with desire.

"If what you just said is true, after I become emperor, I will definitely appoint you as the Grand Tutor of our country."

Ling Pengxing didn't seem to care when he heard this, and simply nodded slightly.

He offered to help this person ascend the throne, simply because he wanted to experience the intrigue and deceit surrounding the throne.

Upon seeing Ling Pengxing's appearance, King Bai Xuanhe's face immediately lit up with joy. He then slowly stood up and approached Ling Pengxing.

Seeing that Ling Pengxing had indeed not made a move, he felt relieved.

Then, he and Ling Pengxing went to the nearest village and bought two fast horses, heading straight for the Hundred Spirits Imperial Palace, which was hundreds of thousands of miles away.

Previously, the swift horse ridden by the Martial Might King, as well as the swift horses ridden by the pursuers, were all cut down by Ling Pengxing.

The horse was too tall for Ling Pengxing to reach with his sword. Only by killing the horse could he possibly kill the person on it.

Along the way, the two encountered many pursuers.

However, thanks to Ling Pengxing, a killer star, Martial Might King was completely safe throughout the journey.