Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

Ten days later, Zhang Xuan brought the young man Zhang Cheng and came up the mountain again to deliver fish. This time, Zhang Yuanjing sat quietly in his cave, ignoring her calls and not coming out to see her.

After Zhang Xuan called out a few times without getting a response, she pulled her younger brother Zhang Cheng and kowtowed in apology in front of the cave.

Zhang Cheng had learned his lesson and had been severely reprimanded by his older sister. Knowing the consequences, he didn't dare to act recklessly this time, behaving obediently and doing whatever he was told.

After they kowtowed, there was still no movement from inside the cave. The two of them knelt upright on the ground, patiently waiting for two hours. Seeing that there was still no reaction, they left and went down the mountain on their own.

Ten days later, the two of them climbed the cliff again. The cave door was still tightly closed, but the two buckets they had used to deliver fish last time were neatly arranged, and the Crimson-finned Fire-scaled Fish inside were gone.

At this moment, Zhang Xuan's hanging heart finally fell, knowing that this "Immortal Master" was still using her to catch fish, and her plan had not failed. She placed the buckets down as before, kowtowed and paid her respects with Zhang Cheng, then picked up the two empty buckets and went down the mountain.

Two months passed in this way. On the seventh time delivering fish, Zhang Yuanjing finally came out of the cave to meet them.

"Greetings, Immortal Master! Thank you, Immortal Master, for your generosity in not punishing my younger brother for trespassing into your cave!" Zhang Xuan quickly pulled Zhang Cheng down to kneel, kowtowing and apologizing.

"Alright, get up. This incident will also teach this little child a lesson. The caves of cultivators are full of traps and mechanisms, so don't go barging in again in the future!" Zhang Yuanjing used a spell to lift the two of them up, speaking sternly to Zhang Cheng.

"Yes, I understand, I won't dare to trespass into the Immortal Master's cave again!" In the past two months, Zhang Cheng had seen his older sister Zhang Xuan worrying about his recklessness, becoming thinner, and he felt very sad.

A cheerful and outgoing young man had become depressed, constantly hoping that Zhang Yuanjing would punish him to put the matter to rest. Now that he had received Zhang Yuanjing's personal forgiveness, the gloom finally dissipated, and he felt a sense of relief.

"Yes, not bad, fifteen fish this time. You've managed to increase the number by one or two each time." Zhang Yuanjing scanned the two buckets with his divine sense, saw the number of Crimson-finned Fire-scaled Fish clearly, and praised them with a smile.

Zhang Xuan didn't know the true meaning of Zhang Yuanjing's words, so she said cautiously, "Thank you for your encouragement, Immortal Master. These days, I've persuaded a few people from the collateral branches of the family to catch fish together, so the number has increased. There are still a few people being contacted. As long as the number reaches a certain scale, the Crimson-finned Fire-scaled Fish caught will increase exponentially. Please grant us some more time!"

Zhang Yuanjing was thinking about how to deal with the Crimson Cloud Palace and had Zhang Xuan organize a large-scale operation. He didn't care about these things at all, so he waved his hand and said, "There's no rush. Let me ask you, how much do you know about the Crimson Cloud Palace?"

Zhang Xuan was stunned, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "It is said that the Crimson Cloud Palace was established by three Daoists, only a hundred years ago. These three Daoists are named Ling Jianzi, Ling Zhuzi, and Ling Yunzi. They came from a place in the south and took a fancy to the treasure land of Crimson Creek Lake, so they established their sect here. In addition to these three Daoists, the Crimson Cloud Palace also has five elders, all of whom use 'Ling' as the first character of their Daoist names. That Zou Biao Guo is apprenticed to one of the elders."

"Oh, three Masters and five Elders?" Zhang Yuanjing frowned slightly upon hearing this.

Generally speaking, sects that establish a foundation in the secular world, acting as a backing for mortals, are almost all small sects, with the strongest cultivators being at the Foundation Establishment stage at most.

The Crimson Cloud Palace is probably like this. The so-called three Masters and five Elders should just be eight Foundation Establishment cultivators. With his realm, cultivation, and magical treasures, even if he couldn't defeat them, he could still protect himself.

However, if he were to catch fish on a large scale, it would be difficult to protect them completely. After all, the other party was a sect, with not only many Foundation Establishment cultivators but also probably one or two hundred Qi Refining disciples.

"Immortal Master, is it that the Crimson Cloud Palace is too strong and difficult to deal with?" Zhang Xuan knew she shouldn't probe, but after all, it concerned the lives and property of her and the entire Zhang family, so she couldn't help but ask in a trembling voice.

Zhang Yuanjing didn't mind her impoliteness, nor did he notice her keenness. Instead, he nodded and said, "After all, it's a sect, so of course it's not easy to deal with. However, you don't have to worry. It's not like I'm going to attack their sect. If it's just to protect you, I can still do it. You just focus on catching fish, and I'll take care of the people from the Crimson Cloud Palace."

Zhang Xuan was skeptical upon hearing this, but after all, she had no way to tell and had no other "Immortal Master" to rely on, so she could only comfort herself and feel slightly reassured.

Zhang Yuanjing reached into his robe and took out seven or eight light yellow spirit talismans. These were simplified versions of pseudo-spirit talismans that he had made in the past few days, infused with the power of thick earth. Once the wearer was attacked by magical power, they would automatically activate, releasing an earth power shield that would last for three breaths.

He considered that Zou Biao Guo should have a Qi Refining cultivation of the third or fourth level and carry pseudo-spirit talismans with him. To prevent accidents, he specially made this talisman for Zhang Xuan and her brother.

He explained the effects and usage of the pseudo-spirit talismans to Zhang Xuan and Zhang Cheng in detail. Zhang Xuan happily accepted them, feeling a bit more confident in her heart. She and Zhang Cheng respectfully paid their respects, and Zhang Yuanjing used his magic power to send them down the mountain.

In the following month, Zhang Xuan and Zhang Cheng delivered fish up the mountain three more times. As Zhang Xuan had said, the number of Crimson-finned Fire-scaled Fish increased again, first to eighteen, then to twenty, and the third time it even increased to twenty-five.

On this day, only three days after the last fish delivery by the Zhang siblings, hurried footsteps came from the foot of Divine Sword Peak. Zhang Yuanjing swept his divine sense and understood everything clearly. He smiled coldly and muttered, "They should be here soon," then walked out of the cave and stood with his hands behind his back under a tall gravel tree near the cliff.

The people running were naturally the Zhang siblings, but five strong men were closely following behind them.

They held knives and spears, moved nimbly, and breathed evenly, showing that they were martial arts experts in the secular world, far stronger than the young Zhang siblings.

Three miles away, a middle-aged man in his thirties was leisurely trailing behind the group. This man wore a white Taoist robe, had a long face with narrow eyes, a high nose, and thin lips, and looked very frivolous. He moved like the wind, covering ten meters with each step, clearly a cultivator with some cultivation.

Zhang Yuanjing used his Qi Observation technique from afar and saw that he was only at the fourth level of Qi Refining, not worth mentioning.

In an instant, the Zhang siblings ran to the bottom of the cliff, and the five strong men also surrounded them. The Zhang siblings naturally didn't dare to climb the cliff. They took out their swords and spears and confronted the five men.

"Immortal Master, save us!" Zhang Xuan shouted loudly.

Her voice was urgent and shrill, breaking the tranquility of the mountain forest and startling a flock of birds.

Zhang Yuanjing was on the cliff and could hear clearly, but seeing that both of them had a pseudo-spirit talisman hanging on their waists, he was not in a hurry to act.

The five strong men were also taken aback, looking up at the cliff, thinking there might be some trickery above.

After a few breaths, seeing no movement above, one of them laughed loudly and said in a rough voice, "So you're just bluffing us. I knew it, how could you Zhang family, a broken-down household, be able to climb up to an Immortal Master! Little girl, just surrender obediently and become our young master's concubine. Isn't that better than going into the water to catch fish every day!"

"That's right, with your delicate skin and tender flesh, if it gets ruined by the Crimson Creek River, our young master would be heartbroken! Hehe!" Another person also spoke lewdly.

Zhang Xuan's face was pale, and her hands trembled slightly. The young man Zhang Cheng clenched the red-tasseled spear in his hand, his veins bulging, his eyes blazing with fire, wishing he could pounce on them and stab the two speakers into sieves.

"Stop talking nonsense and attack! The woman must be alive, and the man can be killed!" A forty-year-old man with a square face roared, taking the lead in drawing his knife and attacking Zhang Xuan.

The others stopped speaking and attacked the Zhang siblings with their respective moves.

The Zhang siblings, with their backs to the cliff, fought the five men with a sword and a spear. The sound of clashing weapons echoed incessantly.

After only a few exchanges, the Zhang siblings were at a disadvantage, and the situation was precarious. They were barely able to hold on by fighting desperately. During this time, they were also hit by the enemy's weapons, but fortunately, they were wearing ancestral armor and were not seriously injured.

The five strong men were glib on the surface but steady in their actions. Even though the Zhang siblings were injured, they did not advance rashly and acted with restraint, obviously having other plans.

Seeing that the opponents seemed to want to capture them alive, the young man's unique dignity made him feel greatly humiliated. His heart was filled with grief and anger, and several times he simply abandoned all defense, rushing forward and launching a fierce attack on the strong men, regaining some momentum. However, as soon as he showed any signs of breaking out of the encirclement, the strong men would strike hard, forcing him back.

Zhang Yuanjing watched the cultivator approaching from afar, knowing that the time was right. He waved his hand, and a powerful magical force surged out, pulling the two people under the cliff up.

The two relaxed immediately upon seeing the familiar figure, and were about to cheer up and salute him, but Zhang Yuanjing waved his hand and said, "Go aside and rest, I'll take care of things here."

The five men below suddenly lost their target and were startled, looking at each other in confusion.

The white-robed cultivator in the distance also showed a puzzled expression. With his cultivation, he had not seen how the two people had moved from under the cliff to the top.

"Could it be a cultivator of a higher realm?" he thought to himself, but immediately rejected this guess.

How could there be so many cultivators appearing in the secular world? The spiritual energy here is scarce, and cultivators would never linger here.

This man had only been cultivating for twenty years and was at the beginning of his transformation from mortal to Daoist. He was extremely proud of his own changes and power, always looking down on all living beings and running rampant in the countryside. How could he be willing to retreat like this?

He immediately rushed out at a rapid pace, lightly kicking the cliff a few times, and like a mountain cat, he leaped onto the cliff and appeared in front of the cave.

When this man saw Zhang Yuanjing, he roughly sensed that there was not much aura on this person, even somewhat weak, not like a cultivator. He immediately scolded, "Taoist, who are you? How dare you play妖法and interfere in the affairs of my Crimson Cloud Palace!"

Before Zhang Yuanjing could speak, Zhang Xuan and Zhang Cheng, who were sitting aside to rest, immediately jumped up, their faces showing both anger and fear. They shouted in unison, "Zou Biao Guo, you dog thief!"

As expected, it was him!

Zhang Yuanjing understood. He first looked at the Zhang siblings with reassuring eyes, signaling them not to be afraid, and then said to Zou Biao Guo, "I am a cultivator from outside, living in seclusion here. How dare you trespass into my cave!"

Zou Biao Guo was young and vigorous. Since he had determined that Zhang Yuanjing was just bluffing, he would not be polite to him. He immediately raised his sword and stabbed at Zhang Yuanjing, while shouting, "What cultivator from outside, pretending to be mysterious and playing tricks! Kneel down for me."

He was only at the fourth level of Qi Refining and could not yet control magical instruments. The sword in his hand was just a treasure sword of martial arts people. However, with the blessing of magical power, the sword was both fierce and fast.

Zhang Yuanjing smiled contemptuously and was about to strike, but the young man Zhang Cheng at his side was indignant. He shouted, "Good thief," and took two steps forward, stretching out his hands and shooting out the spear, directly inserting it into Zou Biao Guo's heart.

Zou Biao Guo's attention was entirely on Zhang Yuanjing and did not expect Zhang Cheng to attack, catching him off guard. He quickly held the sword horizontally to block the spear and kicked the spear away.

Zhang Cheng staggered back a few steps and fell to the entrance of the cave, next to the large porcelain pot planted with Nine-Leaf Yellow Dawn Grass and Tiger Tail Grass.

Zou Biao Guo took the opportunity to look over and saw the Nine-Leaf Yellow Dawn Grass with an excellent appearance. His eyes lit up, and he blurted out, "What a good fairy grass!" He jumped up and went straight to the porcelain pot, intending to seize the spirit grass first.

Zhang Yuanjing couldn't help but laugh when he saw this person so reckless. He waved his hand and sent out a great force, knocking him flying more than ten zhang.

After being hit by the great force, Zou Biao Guo realized that the opponent was also a cultivator and that his cultivation was far superior to his. He took advantage of the momentum to twist his body in the air, like a large bird, spiraling down the mountain.

By the time he landed, he was dozens of zhang away. He did not dare to look back, unfolded his body skills, and fled down the mountain in a puff of smoke.

The five strong men first saw Zou Biao Guo fly up the cliff and knew that there was no need to take action, so they sat under the cliff chatting and waiting. After a while, they did not hear any fighting and only saw Zou Biao Guo hurriedly flying down and fleeing in panic. They knew that there must be a strong person on the cliff and quickly used their light skills to escape.