Sword Defeats Huanglong, Yunxiao Leaves the Island

A calm voice slowly echoed above the clouds and mist.

Huanglong Zhenren froze entirely, a trace of shock coloring his pale face.

Then, he couldn't help but let out a scornful laugh, the sound dripping with mockery.

He was genuinely angered into laughter.

"So what if you can withstand a few of my Jade Purity Divine Thunders?"

Huanglong Zhenren hadn't noticed that Lu Changsheng was using the Lightning Power to temper his physical body.

He only assumed that his own injuries were too severe, weakening the Jade Purity Divine Thunder so it failed to kill Lu Changsheng.

"Don't think I can't see it—you're severely injured too."

"With you, a mere Heavenly Immortal in this state, what can you do to me?"

Huanglong Zhenren didn't take Lu Changsheng seriously at all.

Even if he couldn't directly slay Lu Changsheng right now, Lu Changsheng had no way to deal with him either.

If this stalemate dragged on, a Heavenly Immortal like Lu Changsheng would surely be outlasted by a Golden Immortal like him.

In the end, the Xuanling Fruit would still be his.

It was just a matter of wasting a bit more time.

Hearing Huanglong Zhenren's challenge, Lu Changsheng raised his right hand and looked at his palm.

It had been charred black by the earlier Jade Purity Divine Thunder.

Beneath the gruesome flesh, faint, barely perceptible arcs of lightning danced.

Huanglong Zhenren was right.

An ordinary Heavenly Immortal could never survive an assault like that.

He, Lu Changsheng, had taken the chance to cultivate the Indestructible Thunder God Body, which saved his life but left him heavily wounded.

Lightning Body Tempering always came at a cost.

But those costs were within what Lu Changsheng could bear.

"Huanglong Zhenren, you're too arrogant."

"What makes you think I can't defeat you?"

This retort was the funniest joke Huanglong Zhenren had heard in all his years of cultivation.

"Arrogant?"

"Then I'd like to see how a Heavenly Immortal like you can possibly beat me!"

No sooner had he spoken than a Sword Cry rang out.

A longsword appeared in Lu Changsheng's right hand.

The blade was over three feet long and about two inches wide, with faint cloud patterns shimmering across its surface, exuding an air of mystery.

It was the Ling Yun Jian!

The smile on Huanglong Zhenren's face instantly froze. His eyes locked onto the Ling Yun Jian, trembling with shock.

"Th-this, this is impossible!"

Huanglong Zhenren muttered to himself, his voice quivering.

Though he had never seen the Ling Yun Jian before, as a Saint Disciple, he still had some discernment.

He clearly recognized that the fluctuation emanating from the Ling Yun Jian was at the Xiantian Lingbao level!

But how could that be?

Even he, a Golden Immortal and a Saint Disciple, didn't possess a single Xiantian Lingbao.

Why should this Heavenly Immortal have one?!

The initial shock swiftly turned into Jealousy and Hatred.

"Nothing is impossible."

"I'm rather curious—how many of my strikes can you withstand now?"

As he spoke, Lu Changsheng's gaze suddenly turned cold and sharp.

His right hand moved, gripping the Ling Yun Jian. A Sword Cry resounded as a razor-sharp sword beam slashed toward Huanglong Zhenren.

That burst of Innate Might instantly made Huanglong Zhenren tremble in fear.

Even uninjured, he would have to tread carefully against a Xiantian Lingbao, let alone in his current severely wounded state.

At this critical moment, Huanglong Zhenren cast aside all restraint.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, activating a Secret Technique to condense a barrier before him.

The sword beam struck, and the defense shattered.

A hideous, blood-soaked wound stretched from Huanglong Zhenren's left shoulder down to his waist, nearly cleaving him in two.

Under the searing pain, Huanglong Zhenren's face twitched uncontrollably.

But compared to the agony, what gripped him more was the lingering terror.

He had a feeling—if not for Lu Changsheng's pitifully low cultivation and abysmal condition, this sword strike might have directly claimed his life.

"You clearly possessed such a magic treasure—why didn't you use it when facing the Xuan Sha Mang earlier?!"

Huanglong Zhenren demanded.

"Ridiculous."

Lu Changsheng couldn't be bothered with Huanglong Zhenren.

"Let me see—what will you use to block my Second Sword?"

Ling Yun Jian rose once more.

"Hold on!"

Huanglong Zhenren's eyes were filled with fear.

"I admit your Xiantian Lingbao is formidable."

At this point, he had no choice but to concede that in a direct confrontation, he couldn't overcome this Heavenly Immortal before him.

"But so what?!"

"This Honghuang is not as simple as you think."

"I am a disciple of the Yuqing Saint. Offend a saint, and I'll make you wish you were dead but couldn't die!"

Huanglong Zhenren invoked Yuanshi.

"Ah, I almost forgot you're a Saint Disciple."

Lu Changsheng's face lit up with a look of sudden realization.

"Scared now, are you?"

"Hand over the Xuanling Fruit and the sword in your hand, and I might consider letting you go!"

Huanglong Zhenren laid out his terms.

So what if he couldn't defeat Lu Changsheng?

Behind him stood the Chan Sect, a saint!

"Huanglong, oh Huanglong—your strength might not rank among the Jade Void Twelve Immortals, but your shamelessness surely tops them all."

Lu Changsheng's face was full of mockery.

"A Golden Immortal who can't even beat a Heavenly Immortal—where do you get the face to call yourself a Saint Disciple?"

"Clearly trapped in a losing game, yet you delude yourself into thinking one sentence will make me hand over the Xuanling Fruit and Ling Yun Jian. How laughable."

A few words dealt true damage to Huanglong Zhenren's face.

"You..."

"Don't be ungrateful!"

"Do you really think one Xiantian Lingbao is enough to have me cornered?"

"I'll tell you this—the methods of the Jade Void Twelve Immortals are beyond your imagination."

"See this Talisman? It was bestowed by the saint. The moment I activate it, I'll make sure you die without a burial place!"

A Talisman had already appeared in Huanglong Zhenren's hand.

Yet even so, there was not a trace of panic on Lu Changsheng's face.

If it had been anyone else, they might have been intimidated by Huanglong Zhenren's bluff.

But he, Lu Changsheng, was a transmigrator.

He knew exactly what magic treasures and trump cards Huanglong Zhenren possessed.

He raised Ling Yun Jian once more, and a terrifying Sword Edge gleamed along its blade.

"Then I'd like to see—whether your Talisman is stronger, or my Ling Yun Jian."

Seeing the Sword Edge reappear, Huanglong Zhenren's face turned ashen, utterly grim.

So he couldn't bluff him after all?

He had no choice but to activate the Talisman, and his figure was instantly shrouded in a flash of Golden Light.

Yet that Golden Light carried no threat whatsoever.

"What, is this your final move?"

Lu Changsheng taunted.

"I, Huanglong Zhenren, will remember this day. Next time we meet, I'll make you pay back a hundredfold!"

Huanglong Zhenren's harsh words rang out from within the Golden Light.

He was already this badly wounded by Lu Changsheng—if he truly had any means to take down Lu Changsheng, he would have used them long ago, rather than resorting to verbal threats.

That talisman had no killing power at all; it was meant for escape.

Since he hadn't fooled Lu Changsheng, he had no choice but to flee.

And after confirming Huanglong Zhenren had left, Lu Changsheng's taut nerves gradually relaxed.

He let out a long breath.

He had finally made it through.

From Lingganhu to now, and then the Lightning Body Tempering just moments ago, his Heavenly Immortal physical body had long since reached its limit.

He could barely manage one sword strike, utterly incapable of a second.

In truth, Huanglong Zhenren had been completely scared away.

But no matter what, the outcome was good—the Xuanling Fruit was in hand, and the Lightning Body Tempering was mostly complete.

As for offending Huanglong Zhenren, that was hardly a problem.

As long as Huanglong Zhenren had any sense, he would never dare to report this matter to Yuanshi.

After all, the loss of face would be too great.

And the next time they met, the situation would be entirely different.

Lu Changsheng swallowed two Yuling Pills to stabilize his injuries, then set off back to his dojo.

Three Immortal Island.

Inside the cave mansion, Yunxiao, who had been cultivating, slowly opened her eyes.

On her exquisitely beautiful face was a trace of helplessness.

Originally, with the support of this formation, all the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy near Three Immortal Island had converged here.

Cultivating in such an environment should have yielded twice the results with half the effort.

She had planned to use this formation to reach Primordial Unity Golden Immortal Peak in the shortest time possible, then break through to Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.

But after decades of secluded cultivation, her progress had stalled completely.

The reason was simple: Lu Changsheng!

Her becoming his dao companion had been an accident from the start.

Later, what Qiongxiao and Bixiao said about the matter of dao companions only left her more confused.

So during this time, she simply couldn't calm her mind to cultivate.

This couldn't go on.

Yunxiao made her decision on the spot, rose, and left the cave mansion.

She was going to find Lu Changsheng.