Danling Qisheng Art, Property of Our Sect

"Young Master Chen Jue, that woman in white just now... was she Dongfang Muxue?"

"What do you mean, 'was she'? Of course she was!"

"Unbelievable. Dongfang Muxue has already reached the sixth layer of the Foundation Establishment Realm, and she killed a whole group of Foundation Establishment Realm Rogue Cultivators led by Liu Yuhe!"

"She went from the Qi Refinement Third Layer to the sixth layer of the Foundation Establishment Realm in so little time. As expected of the Sacred Ice Spirit Body. She must have had a fortuitous encounter. After her!"

"Yes, Young Master. But we should watch out for the two male cultivators with her. One's at the fourth layer of the Foundation Establishment Realm, and the other's at the fifth. Neither looks simple!"

"Hmph! I'm at the eighth layer of the Foundation Establishment Realm. You think I'm afraid of the three of them? Enough talk. Hurry up and follow them!"

"Yes, Young Master!"

Qigu Secret Realm.

A mountain valley.

"Senior Brother, look! There's a black-covered book floating in the air, and it's giving off a faint glow. It must be extraordinary!"

A disciple of the Azure Feather Sect pointed toward the center of the valley, wild with joy.

"Come on, let's take a look!"

Xie Shiwei, the senior brother leading them, broke into a grin too. He channeled his Source Power and flew toward the black-covered book.

"'Danling Qisheng Art'? What's that?"

"No idea. Maybe it has something to do with alchemy?"

Xie Shiwei and his companions stared blankly at the five large characters on the black cover.

"Never mind what kind of Cultivation Art it is. Let's get our hands on it first!"

Xie Shiwei raised an eyebrow and reached for the Danling Qisheng Art.

"Leave it! Our sect has its eye on that!"

To his surprise, a cold shout rang out from beyond the valley.

"Who's there?"

Xie Shiwei and his companions turned to look toward the valley entrance in astonishment.

Whoosh!

A group appeared in the valley, bristling with aggression and looking down on everyone in sight.

It was Feng Quchu and two hundred Foundation Establishment Realm disciples of the Moon-Reflecting Sect!

"Hmm..."

Xie Shiwei fell silent, a dreadful feeling rising in his heart. Two hundred Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators, and their leader is at the eighth layer. Our eighty disciples are no match for them.

What do we do now?

Xie Shiwei was torn. The Danling Qisheng Art was right before his eyes, and he could not bear to give it up. But he was only at the third layer of the Foundation Establishment Realm.

"If you know what's good for you, give up the Danling Qisheng Art and leave!"

As Xie Shiwei wavered, Feng Quchu spoke coldly, leaving no room for argument.

"Why should we? We saw it first, so of course it belongs to our sect!"

But one Azure Feather Sect disciple refused to accept it. Taking advantage of his proximity to the Danling Qisheng Art, he thrust out his hand.

"Yihan, don't!"

Xie Shiwei shouted in alarm.

"You're courting death!"

Feng Quchu flew into a rage. He channeled his Source Power and struck at Tian Yihan with his palm.

Boom!

Tian Yihan exploded into a cloud of blood.

"Yihan, no!"

The Azure Feather Sect disciples were overcome with grief.

"You don't know what's good for you. Kill them!"

Feng Quchu's eyes turned icy as he gave the order.

"Right!"

The Moon-Reflecting Sect disciples nodded and charged at Xie Shiwei and the others from every direction.

"Fight them to the death!"

"That's right! Avenge Yihan!"

With no way out, Xie Shiwei and his companions could only fight to the death!

Boom!

In an instant, streaks of light flashed through the valley, and the collision of Cultivation Arts thundered all around.

Half a quarter of an hour later.

"Ah!"

Another scream rang out as the Azure Feather Sect's tenth disciple died.

Xie Shiwei and the others who remained alive were little better off. Wounds covered their bodies, and cold sweat poured from them.

"Hmph! You wanted to avenge Yihan? You've overestimated yourselves!"

"One last combined attack. Wipe them out!"

"Go on, then. Join your precious Yihan in death!"

The Moon-Reflecting Sect had suffered no casualties, and their killing intent soared.

Together, they channeled their Source Power into a massive sphere of light and sent it crashing down upon Xie Shiwei and his companions.

Boom!

The sphere lit the entire valley as bright as day. Its might tore the valley floor into pieces!

"Ah!"

Xie Shiwei and the others' pupils contracted violently. Just feeling the sphere's power brought them unbearable pain, as though their bodies were about to split apart.

Such terrifying power. We're all going to die!

Despair seized them. They could not summon even a shred of courage to resist!

Boom!

Just then, a sword beam and a bolt of lightning struck the sphere, snuffing out its power in an instant!

"Huh?!"

The Moon-Reflecting Sect disciples looked toward the valley entrance in surprise.

"Interesting!"

Feng Quchu, who had stood aside watching the battle with no inclination to act, raised an eyebrow.

Having escaped death by a hair, Xie Shiwei and the others also looked toward the valley entrance, still shaken.

Wait. Aren't those the three who stood beside the Patriarch back then?

Astonishment stirred in their hearts.

Whoosh!

Three streaks of light swept past. They were Zhang Xingfeng, Dongfang Muxue, and Chen Guyu!

"You broke through my sect's combined attack. I take it those weapons in your hands are Spirit Weapons?" Feng Quchu smiled at Zhang Xingfeng and the other two. "But they'll be ours soon!"

His expression darkened. "Attack together and seize their Spirit Weapons!"

"Right!"

The Moon-Reflecting Sect disciples poured Source Power into their attacks and charged toward Zhang Xingfeng's group and Xie Shiwei's.

"These three fellow cultivators risked their lives to save us. We can't let them down. Fight these people to the death!"

"Senior Brother is right. Kill them!"

Xie Shiwei and the others found their fighting spirit again and clashed with the Moon-Reflecting Sect disciples.

Boom!

Strange phenomena filled the valley. Dust billowed, and the storm of battle surged anew!

"Sword's Initial Ultimate Intent!" Zhang Xingfeng's long hair streamed behind him as Source Power surged into Ink Edge. "Question the Heart with the Sword!"

Boom!

He swung his sword. A vast sword force swept across fifty li, snapping trees and sending rocks flying!

"Snowfall Through the Ages!" Dongfang Muxue gripped Ice Soul, her white robes snapping in the wind as cold poured from her body. "Ten Thousand Plains, Desolate and Still!"

Creak!

For seventy li around her, the world turned white. The wind stilled, the trees ceased to sway, and all things froze!

"Thunder Shatters Eternity!" Chen Guyu clenched his fists and let out a ringing cry. "Command Thunder Across the Nine Heavens!"

Boom!

Chen Guyu drove both fists forward. Divine Thunder spilled from the Leishuo gauntlets, and across sixty li, lightning flashed and thunder roared!

At last, Zhang Xingfeng and the other two grew serious and unleashed their respective Cultivation Arts for the first time!

"What? How is this possible?"

"Their Cultivation Arts are terrifying! Can Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators really wield power like that?"

"No, something's wrong with the grade of their Cultivation Arts!"

"Retreat! We've only trained in Mystic Grade Inferior Cultivation Arts. We can't withstand this. Fall back!"

The Moon-Reflecting Sect disciples' eyes went wide with terror, and they scrambled backward.

Boom!

They wanted to retreat, but it was too late. One after another, they exploded into clouds of blood!

In the blink of an eye, Feng Quchu was the only one left from the Moon-Reflecting Sect!

"Damn it!"

Feng Quchu drove his Source Power to its limit, forming a shield around himself as he retreated at full speed.

Boom!

Even so, the force of Zhang Xingfeng and the other two's attacks hurled him ten li away.

"Pfft!"

Feng Quchu steadied himself. A metallic sweetness rose in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Good thing I'm at the eighth layer of the Foundation Establishment Realm and didn't rush into the fight. That's the only reason I survived!

Who are those three? How can their Cultivation Arts be so terrifying?

Feng Quchu stared at the rain of blood filling the sky. Fear flickered in his eyes!

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... How pitiful!"

A mocking voice sounded behind him.