Chapter 1: Brother and Sister

  Lu Xuan only realized when he came out of the room that the front and back yards of Huayue Building had long been in a mess, with many people who were not fully dressed, with a strong smell of wine on their faces, and even without shirts on, standing densely inside and outside the yard, gazing up at the distant sky.

  A loud rumble echoed from the western horizon, accompanied by a burst of light shooting up into the sky. Lu Chen knew that Nan Xingchen and Man Qie had already clashed over there.

  Silently operating the Clear Heart Technique, threads of true energy spread throughout his feet, Lu Chen unfolded the Five Lo River Cloud Steps and quickly followed after.

  "Immortal, and yet another immortal..."

  As Lu Chen galloped across the rooftop, the crowd below cried out in shock once again. With Lu Chen's passage, a large group of people behind him suddenly fell to the ground.

  Lu Chen didn't have time to care about these things at this moment...

  In the midst of the great war, Lu Chen raised his head and took a look: Good fellow, two human figures were flying quickly in the sky, sometimes with intersecting sword lights and sometimes with palm shadows fluttering, one black and one golden light dancing horizontally, what a magnificent sight.

  In the sky, Nan Xingchen and Man Qie were both at the seventh level of Qi training, each wielding a long sword under their feet, engaging in a fierce battle to the death, fighting for half a day without seeing any outcome.

  Lu Chen was worried about Zuo Qing Wan's safety, and he had just heard that this beautiful woman's master was a foundation-building cultivator in the middle period. For half a year, Lu Chen had been following Dust to learn his skills, and although he hadn't learned much else, he remembered clearly the division of strength among cultivators.

  In the middle of the foundation-building period, compared to the early stage of foundation building, it's a world of difference. Just based on Lian Qing's realm in the early stage of foundation building, Lu Chen didn't think she could handle the evil spirits of the Ghost Gate.

  "Hey, Nanchen, can you hurry up?"

  Nan Xingchen was having a great time riding the flying sword, when he suddenly heard Lu Chen's voice coming from not far away, and almost fell off the flying sword. He thought to himself: "Do you think this is just a casual stroll? You can't rush through it, haven't you seen that the demoness in front of us is no weaker than me?"

  Thinking of returning like this, Nan Xingchen couldn't say it, and retreated with a feint. Nan Xingchen shouted loudly: "Don't worry, soon."

  "Want some help?" Lu Chen shouted again.

  "It doesn't matter."

  Actually, Lu Chen wanted to help but couldn't, they were all masters of aerial combat, even if he had dozens of spiritual symbols, it was still out of reach at this time, how could he help?

  "After some thought, Lu Chen shouted: 'Then I'll go first, you be careful yourself.'"

  No time to bother with Lu Chen, Nan Xingchen didn't even nod his head, the long sword sometimes flashed out from his right hand, and sometimes controlled back to his feet, dodging in mid-air.

  Lu Chen couldn't wait any longer. He turned his head and leaped onto another rooftop, flying quickly towards the Imperial Palace under the night light.

  The duel between the two immortals was extraordinary. When Lu Chen arrived at the imperial palace, it was already ablaze with flames and swarming with people.

  Inside and outside the palace, countless imperial guards held torches, shouting thunderously, each looking up at the two figures flying back and forth in the sky. Swords flashed, auras soared, and the entire sky above the palace was filled with crisscrossing sword energy.

  Far away, Lu Chen discovered the shadow of Zuo Qinghe and others. Even if they couldn't fly with their swords, these seven newly admitted female disciples weren't idle either.

  Fireball technique, ice arrow technique, water control technique... all sorts of long-range techniques were aimed at the figure shrouded in black mist in the air, hitting with a thrilling and refreshing feeling.

  On the left, Murong Yu Xi sat cross-legged on the rooftop, with a trace of blood still at the corner of her mouth. Her clothes had been torn apart by sword energy, revealing several shocking wounds. It was clear that she had just joined the battle and was no match for them, having already lost.

  When Lü Chén arrived, Xiǎo Yāo Tóu finally breathed a sigh of relief and hastily called out: "Brother, the old demon is formidable, come help..."

  Lu Chen leaped over and arrived beside the female disciples, looking at Murong Yu Xi with concern: "Are you alright?"

  Murong Yuxi's situation wasn't too good, her beautiful eyes were having a hard time opening, her willow eyebrows slightly furrowed, she said in a low voice: "It's fine, I won't die."

  "It's fine as long as you don't die." Lu Chen nodded and gazed up at the sky.

  In the high air, Ling Qing's left hand was dusting off, and her right hand held a long sword. She was hovering in mid-air, using the Qinglian Sword Technique to create more than ten sword lights that chased after the figure in the black fog. The beautiful Luo skirt had been torn apart, and even the cyan silk that tied up her hair had fallen down. Just like Murong Yu Xi, Ling Qing's body also had many sword wounds, showing that the opponent was indeed not weak.

  "Clang!"

  In the sky, Ling Qing and Hei Ying completed another collision, retreating to both sides. After a brief pause, Lu Chen finally saw his opponent's appearance.

  It was hard to tell whether the person was male or female, as if they were a man, their features were too delicate; and if they were a woman, their chest was flat, making it impossible to imagine them having a feminine figure. Fortunately, Lan Qing had somehow managed to injure this androgynous creature, who was now more seriously hurt than Lan Qing himself.

  "As expected, it's a monster..." Lu Chen thought to himself.

  Ling Qing's breathing was slightly rapid, his chest heaving constantly. He pointed with his long sword and shouted: "You demon, how dare you come to my Dongzhou to wreak havoc? Don't you dare to surrender?"

  Only the eerie laughter of the demon in the air, the laughter is even more rough and delicate, neither male nor female: "Hehe, don't be too arrogant. Wanting to make me capture you quickly is simply a fool's dream. If I weren't still recovering from my old wounds, just relying on you few inferior cultivators, you would have died without a place to bury your bodies long ago. Today, let you witness the power of Soul Devourer."

  The demoniac laughed, and with a flick of his hand, a giant banner about the size of a zhang in length and three chi in width suddenly appeared. The banner was made of black canvas, with a black wooden rod supporting it in the middle. As he grasped it in his hand, a dark and eerie aura emanated from the banner, accompanied by the sound of wailing spirits, sharp and terrifying.

  "It's no good, it's an inferior magic tool, get out of the way!"

  Ling Qing was a cultivator of the foundation period, and he naturally knew the power of magical instruments. Even if it was an inferior one, it was not something that ordinary people could withstand. Especially this kind of soul-stealing and spirit-snatching ghost sect instrument, which was extremely powerful, able to use its magical powers to devour the souls of living people, making them unable to reincarnate again, it was truly evil to the extreme.

  Ling Qing shouted in time, but even if he was faster, there wouldn't be a Soul-Devouring Banner that's faster. Countless fierce ghosts wailed out of the banner, like a wild gust of wind rising up, and instantly swept away the living souls of over ten people. The judges on the ground ran around frantically, crying out in grief.

  Ling Qing saw the situation and couldn't hold back either. The long sword was handed over to the spiritual consciousness, and at the moment when the toe tip lightly touched, both hands flew out countless spells. Then, only one jade hairpin flew out from his head, suddenly enlarged.

  The jade hairpin was emitting a faint green glow all over its body, with a cold light flickering, and the aura it emitted was not inferior to that of the Soul-Devouring Flag, obviously also a low-grade magical instrument.

  The magical tools used by the cultivators of Xianling Continent are divided into two categories: Faqi and Lingqi. Each category is further divided into three levels: upper, middle, and lower. The higher the level of the Faqi, the greater its power. Of course, this also depends on the cultivation of the person wielding the Faqi. If there is a large gap in their cultivation, the effect of the Faqi will be greatly reduced. However, at this point, the androgynous demon was already seriously injured, and despite having a mid-stage Jigou cultivation, it could only exert less than half its strength, barely able to stalemate with Lan Qing but unable to gain the upper hand. The two sides were evenly matched. But once the Faqi was deployed, the situation changed completely.

  "Jade Heart Hairpin, gone."

  Ling Qing shouted loudly, his fingers moved slightly, and a strand of true yuan law power poured into the jade hairpin, pointing directly at the demon.

  That demon didn't show any weakness either, the Soul Devouring Flag was recalled, and with a circulation of true yuan, several vengeful spirits and resentful souls flew out again.

  Two mighty weapons clashed in mid-air, sparks flying everywhere. Before long, the crowd only heard an occasional explosion in the air, and Han Qingru and the demon each spat out a mouthful of blood, retreating violently.

  "Hmph!"

  "Hmm"

  Perhaps the demon was too badly injured and saw that things could not be done, so he hastily turned his head to leave. However, the direction he aimed at was exactly where Zuo Qinghe and others were.

  A black long sword suddenly came from afar, and the disciples were at a loss for what to do for a moment. The place where the sword was pointing was precisely Zuo Qing Hua.

  The situation is extremely urgent, and everyone was stunned by the evil speed on the spot. Most people can already see how tragic the result will be after that black long sword sweeps past. Zuo Qingxue is a new generation elite of Qianyumen, such a great talent is about to be ruined in the hands of the enemy, and even Lanqing inside has no way to do anything.

  "Huiwan, hide quickly..."

  "Junior sister..."

  "Sister..."

  Several urgent and even shrill cries rang out one after another, but none of them could catch up with the speed of that black long sword.

  At this critical moment, a crimson light suddenly burst forth from afar, like a meteor at midnight, instantly radiating dazzling brilliance.

  "Get out of the way, girl..."

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