I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

Yan Xiu withdrew his gaze and waited quietly for the survival reward to come.

Now, the fourth level of the Purple Mansion Immortal Scripture is almost reaching perfection, and the fifth level is also approaching.

Once you reach the fifth level, suppressing the Innate Realm is no more difficult than drinking a sip of water.

As for the warriors at the Tianyuan and Tiangang realms, the situation is not very clear as they have not fought each other yet. However, people at this level are probably rare in the Yuan Dynasty.

The setting sun is slanting, blocked by the rosy clouds.

Until near sunset, the man at the foot of the mountain did not move for a long time, and it was obvious that he had no intention of going up the mountain today.

Yan Xiu, who was on high alert, couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

As night gradually fell, candles were lit inside Fuzhen Temple.

At this time, a Taoist boy ran up in a hurry, holding a letter in his hand.

"Big Brother, someone asked me to pass this letter to you." The Taoist boy shouted breathlessly.

Without seeing any movement from Yan Xiu, the letter in the Taoist boy's hand slowly floated towards him without any wind.

As soon as Fang opened the envelope and took it out, a stream of true energy shot out from it, cutting off a strand of hair on his forehead.

Being able to attach one's own true qi to objects, this skill definitely makes him a martial arts master in the world, and he is also a top existence in the upper three realms. It is very likely that he is a master of the innate realm.

"Helian Cheng possesses the secret knowledge of my sect. I hope your temple will know how to hand him over. Otherwise, I will go up the mountain to retrieve him myself. I hope you will not commit murder in vain."

The handwriting on the letter is vigorous and powerful, with a bold and bold tone.

Yan Xiu closed his eyes slightly, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and lightning suddenly appeared in his palm, wiping the letter into ashes.

"I want to see what you can do to stop me from committing murder in vain."

Silent all night.

The next morning, clouds and mist covered the entire Fuzhen Temple, making it shrouded in mist.

Yan Xiu stood on the edge of the cliff, wearing a Taoist hat on his head and a purple abyss around his waist, staring quietly into the distance.

As the fog dissipated, pilgrims from the foot of the mountain began to climb up the mountain.

Taoist Mingxu came behind him at some point without him noticing.

Thanks to the detoxification pills prepared by Yan Xiu, the poison in Taoist Mingxu was temporarily suppressed, but it still could not be cured, and he could not use his true energy at will.

"It looks like we have a distinguished guest visiting today."

Taoist Mingxu also obviously noticed it, and he felt a little worried, fearing that Yan Xiu was no match for him.

He glanced at the Ziyuan Sword in his mind, curious about where Yan Xiu got this sword.

Helian Cheng also rushed over at this moment, looking solemn.

"Master, down the mountain..."

Yan Xiu raised his hand to interrupt him and said calmly, "I know."

Helian Cheng looked at his nonchalant expression and felt extremely anxious.

"He is a member of the notorious Demon Sect! Their leader has achieved extraordinary cultivation. It is said that he had already entered the first level of transformation thirty years ago. Now his martial arts cultivation is probably even higher. He must not be underestimated."

Taoist Mingxu's expression also changed slightly. After all, his injuries were caused by people from the Demon Sect.

Demonic Cult?

Yan Xiu sneered in his heart.

This came at the perfect time. Not only did it give me a survival bonus, but I also avenged my master's blow.

"Do you think he is stronger or I am stronger?"

Yan Xiu didn't look back, but asked back while holding the Ziyuan Sword hanging at his waist with his left hand.

Helian Cheng was stunned when he heard this.

At the beginning, he challenged many sects along the way, including some demonic sects.

And it was precisely because he used heavy force when sparring with the disciples of the Demon Sect that he was stopped.

Although the one who tried to stop him was just an elder of the Demon Sect, he clearly realized that he and the other party were not on the same level.

A glimpse of the whole situation shows that the elders of the sect can easily suppress the enemy. If I were to go against the leader, I would not be able to escape even a single move from him.

Although the elegance of Yan Xiu's sword was still vivid in his mind, he still felt that the leader of the Demon Sect who had been roaming the world for nearly a hundred years would be better.

Seeing Helian Cheng remaining silent, Yan Xiu smiled.

"In fact, they went up the mountain just for one thing. As long as they hand it over, they can rest assured."

When Taoist Mingxu heard this, he was very confused.

Although Fuzhen Temple was well-known in the martial world, he had been the abbot for decades and had never heard that there was anything here that required the Demon Sect to come.

Instead, it was Helian Cheng who spoke out anxiously.

"I heard that the leader of this demon sect is ruthless and has killed countless people. I don't know how much blood is on his hands. It is better to hand this thing over to avoid killing. I am not afraid, but I just don't want to see blood in this quiet place of Fuzhen Temple..."

Helian Cheng's voice became smaller and smaller, until it was as thin as a mosquito's sound.

Yan Xiu's eyes were full of teasing as he said, "What they want is a mental method called Wuwang Divine Art. Do you still remember the name of the technique you learned?"

Helian Cheng's eyes suddenly widened, the expression on his face changed suddenly, and then he asked anxiously.

"The Taoist priest... won't you really hand me over?"

Yan Xiu gave an unfathomable "hmm" and replied, "That depends on your performance."

Helian Cheng's legs suddenly went weak, and he cried, "Master, you can't just stand by and watch me die. I've been sweeping the floor for the Taoist temple these days, and I've done a lot of hard work. You can't just hand me over like this."

Seeing that Yan Xiu's expression remained unchanged, Helian Cheng wondered whether he should just run away.

Yan Xiu glanced at him, as if he saw through his thoughts, and said calmly: "Don't forget the immortality curse I planted in your body. If you want to run, I can activate my true energy to make you live a life worse than death."

Helian Cheng shuddered suddenly, and his thoughts raced in his mind.

Then his eyes lit up and he said, "If that's the case, then why don't I just copy the technique and return it to them?"

Taoist Mingxu laughed when he heard this and said, "But this technique is still in your mind. Do you really think they will let you go so easily? You should know that only the dead in this world will not reveal secrets."

Helian Cheng's face turned pale instantly and he looked at Taoist Mingxu for help. The latter stroked his beard and said with ill intention.

"Actually, there are ways. For example, if you sweep the floor in the temple for 20 years, that's also possible."

Helian Cheng shuddered suddenly.

Twenty years?

What a joke!

Just when he wanted to bargain, the aura was unconcealed and had already reached the halfway point of the mountain. Helian Cheng suddenly felt desperate.

Yan Xiu jumped off the cliff lightly and glided towards the gate of the Taoist temple.

"Okay, twenty years is twenty years!"

Seeing Yan Xiu leaving, Helian Cheng screamed. At this moment, he felt that he was about to face the darkest moment of his life.

Mountain stairs.

A group of four people were walking slowly towards us.

Looking at the Taoist temple building in front of them, one of them said disdainfully: "The leader thinks too highly of this Fuzhen Temple that he actually sent us here."

All four of them have reached the Transformation Realm, and one of them is at the peak of the Second Stage. His body is overflowing with true Qi, and he is only one step away from the First Stage.

This can be regarded as the pillar of any sect, but in the Demon Sect it is just a more powerful branch.

"The leader gave them a chance but they refused to take it. Do they really think they can fight against us by killing a piece of trash like Yuan Tingjiang?"

When the warriors around heard such big talk, they all turned around, wanting to see who could be so arrogant.

But when they saw the marks on those people clearly, they were scared out of their wits and quickly retreated for fear of blocking their way.

A curious person who didn't know the reason was about to make a sarcastic response, but was stopped by an acquaintance next to him.

"You are asking for your life, they are the Demon Sect, shut up!"

"Five years ago, a disciple from Bixia Manor in Yuanzhou ran into an elder from the Demon Sect, who killed more than 300 people in the manor without explanation. We must not offend him!"

“I don’t know how this Fuzhen Temple offended the Demon Sect that they sent so many masters of the Transformation Realm here. I’m afraid that after today, there will be no Fuzhen Temple in the martial arts world anymore.”

The people from the Demon Sect didn't take anyone else seriously at all and walked straight to Fuzhen Temple, leaving everyone behind whispering.