12dz Chapter 240: The Man Before Me is Unfathomable
Chapter 240: The Man Before Me is Unfathomable
Murong Qingshuang's voice drifted out.
She formally invited Yang Jiuli to accompany her.
No one in the room interfered when he spoke.
Yang Jiuli's sword strike made both the purple-robed man and the black-clad cultivator understand.
The newcomer possessed profound knowledge and experience, far surpassing ordinary Foundation Establishment family scions. He was suspected to be from a third-tier immortal sect or even an immortal race.
With their limited strength, it would be difficult for them to keep it here.
There's no point in saying more now.
"Thank you for your generosity, Fellow Daoist Murong. Now that I have this opportunity, I would also like to explore it further. After all, I would like to admire the demeanor of a sword immortal." Yang Jiuli said humbly, holding his sword and bowing. He was neither arrogant nor complacent, and he did not become arrogant because of his victory.
This made Murong Xi look at her in a different light.
"Give way?" Murong Qing Shuang's eyes flickered slightly as she glanced at Yang Jiu Li meaningfully, thinking to herself, "Could it be that he..." However, after seeing the latter's clear eyes and humble expression, she smiled slightly and dismissed her doubts.
"In that case, please!" Murong Qingshuang extended her jade-like hand, gesturing for them to proceed.
Yang Jiuli did not move, but instead looked behind him.
At this moment, the Azure-Eyed Tiger Sable had already ridden the wind and stood beside Yang Jiuli.
Seeing Yang Jiuli looking behind him, Murong Qingshuang and the others all showed expressions of surprise.
call!
Just then, water splashed up in a river some distance behind the valley.
A white tiger-sable leaped out of the river and flew rapidly toward Yang Jiuli, riding the wind.
"There's another second-tier great demon?" The man in green, Murong Xi, and the man in purple exchanged a glance, both feeling a chill in their hearts.
The black-clad cultivator surnamed Yan also narrowed his eyes, thinking to himself, "One person possesses three second-tier great demons... Even the elders of the Fu family, a family of beast tamers, don't have such a foundation, right? Just who is this person?" He took a deep breath.
His face was solemn.
They dared not hold Yang Jiuli in the slightest contempt.
The white-haired tiger-sable flew to Yang Jiuli's side.
Yang Jiuli patted the white tiger-sable's head, then strolled away towards Murong Qingshuang.
Two tiger ferrets accompanied them.
Murong Qingshuang looked at the two tiger-sables beside Yang Jiuli and couldn't help but take a deep breath.
"Such a foundation is something even my Murong clan cannot match," Murong Qingshuang murmured.
"Hehe, I left one of my spirit pets outside the secret realm to keep watch just now; I hope you fellow cultivators won't find that amusing!"
Yang Jiuli approached Murong Qingshuang and then cupped his hands in greeting.
He openly summoned the tiger and the weasel for two reasons.
Firstly, there is a three-tiered formation ahead that isolates the underground area, making it difficult for even a tiger-sable with its escape techniques to pass through easily.
Secondly, appropriately showcasing one's inner strength can also make the other party wary, saving a lot of trouble.
"Fellow Daoist is indeed learned, with extraordinary attainments in swordsmanship... and even more so in raising spirit pets than those of beast-taming families. It's truly enviable!" Murong Qing Shuang said, her words implying that she wanted to find out Yang Jiu Li's identity.
How could Yang Jiuli not understand?
"Hehe, the elders in the clan usually like to raise spirit beasts. It took me a lot of effort to raise it to the second level..." Yang Jiuli said with a smile, without revealing his origins, but subtly pointing out his 'assets'.
"Elder..." Upon hearing this, Murong Qingshuang smiled and said, "If there's an opportunity, I'd like to learn from your noble family about the methods of raising spirit beasts... My Murong clan is in dire need of such spirit beasts to guard our home!"
"Hehe, my clan only has a superficial understanding of the way to cultivate spirit beasts, so it's not worth your trouble, fellow Daoist," Yang Jiuli said.
Upon hearing this, Murong Qingshuang knew that the latter was politely declining, but she said no more.
"In that case, I have been presumptuous!" Murong Qingshuang gestured, "Please!"
"Please!" Yang Jiuli extended his hand.
Then, Murong Qingshuang summoned the 'Frost White Sword' and, stepping on the spirit sword, flew towards the western region.
Yang Jiuli summoned the "Cold Cry Sword" and followed.
Murong Xi and the man in purple robes accompanied them.
Having made this move, Yang Jiuli had a general understanding of his own strength.
First of all, his Cold Fiend True Qi is of extremely high grade, far exceeding that of those seeking Foundation Establishment.
Furthermore, his ability to open up his Qi Palace and build a third-order immortal foundation is far superior to that of Murong Qingshuang.
Secondly, Yang Jiuli possesses a powerful spiritual sense, capable of drawing upon a wisp of great power to enhance his own abilities, and his control over sword intent far surpasses that of ordinary people.
Therefore, his sword strike easily defeated Murong Qingshuang.
kendo:
Sword skill grade:
True Qi Grade:
Sword cultivator's soul;
All three factors can affect the power of swordsmanship.
Whichever side has the advantage is enough to defeat the enemy.
Moreover, Yang Jiuli possesses all three qualities.
……
"I haven't yet asked for your honorific titles, fellow Daoists..." Yang Jiuli bowed to Murong Xi and the others as they flew.
"My name is Murong Xi..." Murong Xi returned the greeting with a cupped hand.
"Yan Zhenshu!" the man in purple said, bowing.
"Yan Yicheng!" the man in black said.
"How long have you all been here, fellow Daoists? When will the ancient site be opened?" Yang Jiuli inquired.
"We have been here for more than ten days..." Murong Qingshuang answered for her.
……
On the way, the purple-robed man, Yan Zhenshu, opened his mouth several times, wanting to ask Yang Jiuli for the 'Golden Tiger Tendon Net' that had been taken away by the little fox. However, thinking of the latter's methods, he realized that it was not advisable to antagonize him at this time, so he swallowed his words.
His little action was naturally noticed by Yang Jiuli.
Yang Jiuli pretended not to know.
Having obtained a second-tier spiritual artifact for nothing, he naturally wouldn't return it to someone else.
A quarter of an hour later, Yang Jiuli, Murong Qingshuang, and the others arrived at the training ground by the ancient bridge.
Upon seeing that Murong Qingshuang had brought a stranger, the woman in colorful clothes and the other three cultivators in the training ground were all filled with surprise.
In response, Murong Qingshuang and the man in black surnamed Yan each transmitted their thoughts to their respective people, informing them of what had happened.
Upon hearing the telepathic message, the woman in colorful clothes first glanced at Yang Jiuli in surprise, then her face became solemn and filled with apprehension.
At the same time, she sighed inwardly and sent a telepathic message to Murong Qingshuang.
Having such a powerful cultivator out of nowhere is like attracting a wolf.
Murong Qingshuang remained calm, seemingly unconcerned.
Seeing this, the woman in colorful clothes had no choice but to remain silent.
After all, there really is no better way than to introduce it to the industry.
Otherwise, if this person leaves and summons other cultivators from the clan, it might cause unforeseen complications.
As for the female cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining, she didn't show much expression.
As a Qi Refining cultivator, they obviously had no right to speak.
The array master surnamed Yan, who was wearing a half-mask, was still focused on inscribing array patterns and ignored Yang Jiuli's arrival.
After bowing to the three waiting cultivators in the arena, Yang Jiuli looked at the old man breaking the formation in the distance.
Everyone stood six zhang away.
It seems to be intentional, so as not to let anyone disturb their efforts to break the formation.
In this way, seven days passed in the blink of an eye.
Suddenly, the old man in green robes who had been engraving the array patterns withdrew his bronze carving knife.
The intricate set of forbidden patterns in front of him was finally completed.
The intricate runes of the restrictions were carved into the grey-gold rocks in front of the bridge.
The moment his bronze carving knife left the ground, the restrictive runes emitted a faint light, containing a mysterious power.
"Finally finished!" The old man in the green robe breathed a sigh of relief, but a glint of light shone in his tired old eyes.
After glancing at the restrictive runes on the ground, the old man in green robes stood up.
The man at the ninth level of Qi Refining, who had been standing ten feet away, had already stepped forward and was helping the old man up before he could even get up.
"Great-grandfather..." the man began. He was none other than the great-grandson of the old man in green robes, named Yan Haolin.
The old man in green robes nodded slightly. After standing up, he turned to look at Yang Jiuli, who was ten feet away.
Yan Haolin whispered in his ear.
The old man in green robes remained calm, causing little ripple, and even smiled slightly when he looked at Yang Jiuli.
At this moment, Yan Zhenshu, the man in purple, also came up.
"Ninth Uncle..." Yan Zhenshu stepped forward and bowed.
The old man in green robes was surnamed Yan, named Yan Zekun. He was a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator and a quasi-third-tier array master.
The old man nodded slightly to Yan Zhenshu, still appearing quite calm.
"That fellow Daoist Li..." Yan Zhenshu transmitted his voice.
"It's alright..." Yan Zekun gestured slightly.
"There is no spiritual root or magical power aura in Han Yuanzhong, so he is suspected to be an unorthodox sword cultivator..." He narrowed his eyes, glanced at Yang Jiuli, and thought to himself, "If he really comes from a third-tier immortal sect, why would he follow the path of body cultivation? It seems that this person has also obtained an ancient inheritance."
"In that case, there's nothing to worry about!" He made this judgment after a quick thought.
As a veteran Foundation Establishment cultivator, Yan Zekun naturally knew that some body cultivators could refine their blood and qi through special techniques.
Refine true essence.
There are also records of body cultivators who have cultivated the Cold Dao True Essence.
Therefore, he believed that Yang Jiuli was most likely an unconventional sword cultivator who based his swordsmanship on physical cultivation.
Without cultivating magical powers, one's future is ultimately limited.
If one comes from a third-tier immortal sect, one would naturally not make such a choice.
Unless this person has extremely low spiritual root aptitude, almost like an inferior spiritual root.
Most third-tier immortal sects possess various "cold-attribute spiritual techniques," which allow people to cultivate magical power imbued with icy attributes.
Using this method to cultivate swordsmanship will unlock even greater potential.
Therefore, the old man in green robes was more inclined to believe that Yang Jiuli had obtained the ancient inheritance.
……
At this moment, Murong Qingshuang arrived with Murong Xi and the woman in colorful clothes.
Yang Jiuli also followed.
"Elder Yan... This is Fellow Daoist Li. I intend to take him along to explore the secret realm, which will give us a better chance of success."
"Murong Qingshuang said."
"Hehe, since it was Miss Murong who invited me, I naturally have no objection," Yan Zekun said with a slight smile.
"Elder Yan... I hope you will take good care of me on this trip!" Yang Jiuli stepped forward and bowed to the old man in green robes.
At the same time, he looked at the old man in green robes.
The old man in front of me was wearing a half-mask.
Most of her left cheek was covered.
The mask was clearly a second-tier spiritual artifact, preventing prying eyes and making it impossible to see the true face beneath it.
"Only covering half of his face? And deliberately concealing his aura?" Yang Jiuli wondered upon seeing this.
But he didn't say much.
"Fellow Daoist Li, you're too kind. Opening the ancient sword immortal's inheritance requires the help of sword cultivators. I might have to rely on you later!"
"That's what the old man in the green robe said."
"If there is any task assigned to me, I will do my best!" Yang Jiuli said.
"Hehe, very good, very good!" the old man in green robes laughed.
"Elder Yan, is it possible to try to break the restriction?" Murong Qingshuang asked.
Everyone looked at the old man in the green robe, Yan Zekun.
"The restriction runes have been inscribed. I am 70% confident that I can break the restriction this time," Yan Zekun said as he turned around.
He looked at the ancient bridge ahead, his eyes gleaming.
"Seventy percent certain!" Upon hearing this, the woman in colorful clothes next to him lit up.
Murong Qingshuang bowed and said, "In that case, I, Old Yan, am getting old!"
Yan Zekun nodded slightly. He did not rush to activate the restriction runes, but first took a pill to regulate his breathing.
He suffered considerable losses during this inscription of the array patterns.
The crowd waited silently on one side.
Two full hours passed.
Yan Zekun stood up, the murky light in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a sharp glint.