"Not good, this beast's wild nature is impossible to tame!"
When White Plum saw the crimson mist spraying toward him, a warning from Sect Master True Person Qi Miaoyi flashed through his mind like lightning:
"Though you'll be handling this matter near the sect gates, Junior Brother, you must not let down your guard..."
"Achieving the Golden Core is a matter of personal cultivation. We cannot accompany you, much like crossing a tribulation—once the heavenly tribulation senses other cultivators taking part, its power will increase a thousandfold, even ten thousandfold... There is another trial awaiting you before you achieve the Golden Core, and we cannot interfere with it either... But once you pass it, the road ahead will be smooth."
"Rest assured, Junior Brother. I have calculated your fate. In this life, you have hope of attaining the Golden Core. No matter what, you will not perish here!"
In an instant, a streak of pure white sword light flew from White Plum's body, stabbing once in each direction around him.
The flying sword he carried was called White Spirit. He had painstakingly gathered several hundred catties of western platinum, expended tremendous effort, and enlisted his fellow brothers and sisters to help forge it. It was not among Emei Sect's renowned flying swords.
Even so, it brimmed with spirituality. Moreover, his Lesser Cosmic Cycle Sword Art was polished and seasoned; in an instant, he had defended himself so tightly that not even water could seep through.
Emei Sect's cultivation arts were peerless, and its swordsmanship even more so!
Though this old Daoist White Plum was merely at the Mysterious Light realm, he might well be able to kill some shoddy Golden Core cultivators against the odds!
The poisonous mist of a mere thousand-year Vermilion Toad naturally could not invade him