Chapter One: The Supreme Immortal

  "How ignorant of the heavens' height and the earth's depth!"

  Yan Daoshi didn't expect that after a fierce battle, he was underestimated by his junior. Suddenly enraged, with a loud shout, he charged forward again, wielding the Jiuyang Symbol Sword, which let out a piercing whistle.

  The void was as if sealed by dozens of red threads, each thread condensed from the purest fire energy. With a slight tremor, fierce flames burst out, instantly enveloping several square meters of forest in an inferno, leaving almost no gaps.

  However, the sound of the flames burning fiercely could not block out the internal clanging. Yan Daoshi only felt a slight tremor in his hand, and then saw a green light shoot out from the sea of fire, seemingly in a straight line, but actually slightly curved and changing, just barely flashing past the sharp edge of the Jiuyang Symbol Sword, avoiding a fatal injury, extremely clever.

  Yu Ji was surrounded by sword light, breaking out of the sea of fire. Although his body was on fire in many places, and even his hair and eyebrows were not spared, he was still unharmed. He just rolled on the ground to extinguish the flames.

  But the crisis is not over yet, Yan Daoshi relies on the power of the symbol sword to seize the initiative. At this time, the sword's momentum turns again and catches up with Yu Ci who has sidestepped. No longer paying attention to changes, purely relying on the sharpness of the symbol sword, he chops down at her head.

  This sword turned cleverness into clumsiness, and its power was even more vicious than the huge fire net before. Yu Ci didn't dodge or evade, but instead relied on the instinct deep within her body to drive her actions, counterattacking with a single sword strike that neither blocked nor parried, directly stabbing at Yan Daoshi's cheek, using a move that would bring about mutual destruction.

  "You insolent whelp!" Yan Dao Shi was at a loss for words, he certainly wouldn't die with this ordinary little brat, and could only improvise, using his sword to deflect the light of Yu Ci's sword.

  The swords clashed, and a sharp whistling sound echoed through the air, as if someone had blown a bamboo whistle. This made Yan Daoshi's heart feel suffocated. He saw clearly that these Seven Star Symbol Swords were indeed created by Yu Cijun using her symbol flags and a mouthful of refined blood, so how could they be evenly matched with his own Nine Yang Symbol Sword, which he had painstakingly refined over the past two years?

  What a mess!

  Under the oppression of this suffocating atmosphere, Yan Daoshi hated that he couldn't chop Yu Cijian into eight pieces in an instant. The sword light became even more ruthless and cruel. However, Yu Cijian's tenacity was beyond his expectation. It could be seen that this little white face's swordsmanship was only average, without any exquisite moves. But strangely, although he didn't follow any rules, the wounds on his body gradually accumulated, yet every time in a critical moment, he could point his sword straight at the vital spot, forcing Yan Daoshi to defend himself, and surprisingly, it worked again and again.

  This is impossible!

  It's simple to say that one is fighting for their life, but in reality, it's about attacking the opponent's vital points and competing with courage. But how can you afford to consume so much courage when you're constantly walking between life and death? Not to mention that while consuming courage, you also need to accurately detect, quickly react, and stably control, posing a fatal threat to your opponent.

  With such eyesight, swordsmanship, intellect and bravery all combined into one, he can launch dozens of swords in a row without making a single mistake - let alone others, if you put him on an equal footing, could he do it?

  If Master Dao's divine intention is even more pure and refined, it's possible... that he still can't do it!

  When this thought came up, Yan Daoshi couldn't help but lose focus, just as he swung his sword towards Yu Cijin's neck. Yu Cijin simply leaned slightly to the side, letting the blood splash onto her shoulder, and took advantage of the brief opening to advance, her Seven Star Sword flashing with a cold light, stabbing straight at Yan Daoshi's vital points on his face.

  Turning defense into offense! Yu Ci finally gained the upper hand.

  His mind was naturally focused on the sword tip, without any hesitation, and he stabbed with one sword.

  Yu Cijun started learning swordsmanship from the Red Maiden at the age of twelve, but ran away a year later, so his foundation was not solid. Later, he wandered around and had no famous master to guide him, and in terms of swordsmanship alone, it was indeed just average. However, he had extraordinary courage and thinking that was different from others. As he drifted through the rivers and lakes, he often fought with people and gradually realized:

  Swordsmanship has its highs and lows, cultivation has its strengths and weaknesses, but in the face of life and death, my opponent and I are absolutely equal. I don't compare swordsmanship or cultivation, only who can seize that moment of life and death to gain an advantage.

  The gallbladder's energy is like a swift stroke of the pen, using death to exchange for life and seize the initiative.

  Fighting with one's life is not a means, but an end! This is the fundamental principle of Yu Jian's swordsmanship. After years and months of wielding his sword in this way, if he can avoid death, how can the harmonious unity of his eyes, hands, heart, and guts be achieved?

  At this point, Yan Daoshi didn't understand, but he was indeed thoroughly embarrassed. The sword light arrived, and the cold wind that pierced his face made him almost close his eyes.

  "Get out!"

  A loud roar erupted, and Yan Daoshi, in a fit of rage and humiliation, unleashed his killing move. The Nine Yang Symbol Sword on his hand vibrated violently, shooting out a spark that rapidly expanded into a massive fireball, its internal flames churning turbulently to the point of instability.

  Yu Ci saw the situation and didn't hesitate, immediately withdrawing and retreating. Just as he had retreated ten feet, a red glow dazzled his eyes, and a scorching hot flame swept in, causing the air to suddenly expand with a deafening roar. He was sent flying far away, crashing into a large tree before finally stopping. The surging flames pressed in afterwards, and he didn't care about appearances anymore, rolling and crawling to hide behind the big tree, shrinking into a ball as much as possible, barely managing to withstand it.

  Previously, a mountain forest with an area of several hectares had become a fire scene, with thick smoke rising and heat waves hitting people, and this range was still expanding.

  Yan Daoshi's breathing was slightly disordered, the mountain wind and heat wave blew over, his hair bun on his head suddenly scattered, his hair fell down, looking very disheveled. He stared at the big tree that had been burned to half-cooked, his eyes were crimson red.

  Just a little bit more...

  If it weren't for the timely strike of the fire talisman, shaking off the biased sword momentum, the Seven Star Talisman Sword would have likely pierced his forehead by now. At that time, what shrimp whisker grass, what pure yang sword, everything would be over. Even if he managed to dodge this time, the hair knot on his head was still pulled open, it was truly a great shame and humiliation, Yan Daoshi was almost blown up by the raging fire in his heart.

  He came from a noble background, although the family had declined and it was difficult to restore the glory of his ancestors. He was a divine cultivator who stood on the path of longevity, so how could he be forced to this point by a junior?

  Just then, behind the big tree, Yu Ci poked out his head and happened to catch his eye. Yan Daoshi suddenly discovered that in Yu Ci's dark pupils, a flame was also burning, not hatred, fear or other miscellaneous thoughts, but rather an enjoyment of being in it, even constantly seeking new stimulation, or perhaps the intoxication after drinking, unable to extricate himself.

  He suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, as if a cold air had pierced through his tailbone and reached the top of his head, even extinguishing half of the flames in his heart. A thought flashed across his mind:

  Disaster, it will be disaster in the future!

  Finish him off with that move!

  Yan Daoshi's murderous intent was boiling in his heart, but he didn't move forward. Instead, he made a strange gesture.

  He stood there with his hair disheveled, the sword held to his chest, and even closed his eyes halfway. As he adjusted his breathing, the sword slowly calmed down.

  Yu Ci panted behind the tree. Just one round of sword fighting had almost drained all his strength, his true energy was nearly depleted, and the injuries on his body were not light either. However, his state was surprisingly good. Since he was thirteen years old, he had been accustomed to hovering between life and death, and such experiences had not only failed to wear down his courage but instead made his spirit even more vigorous.

  Since entering the Ming Huan Upper Stage, it has been a long time since he encountered such a life-and-death situation. He even felt a little nostalgic, and when he stopped suddenly, he felt that it was not enough, with a strange power continuing to emerge from the exhausted true energy, stirring his heart, letting him rush up again, and have a great battle with Yan Daoshi for three hundred rounds.

  So he peeked out from behind the tree and saw through the distorted heat waves, just in time to see Yan Dao's entire process of closing his eyes and laying down his sword.

  At this point, the two sides were separated by nearly ten zhang, which should have been a relatively safe distance. However, when the blade pointed at his head without any reason, his heart suddenly started racing wildly, just like before when Yan Daozi swung his sword beside the bonfire. This time, there was no stimulation from the smell, but solely relying on a vague intuition, he fell down in the direction of his tilted body. At the same time, out of instinct, he placed the Seven-Star Sword horizontally in front of him.

  Before he even hit the ground, his palms suddenly felt a surge of heat, as if the Seven Star Sword had blocked something. But immediately after, he felt a sharp pain in his chest and involuntarily spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the Precious Blood Sword, which had just been evenly matched with the Nine Yang Sword, was now broken into two pieces. The flying sword tip exploded in mid-air with a loud crash, transforming into a faint red mist of blood.

  It wasn't until then that a long, hissing sound pierced my ears, as if a scorching hot branding iron had been plunged into icy water, making it impossible to distinguish between cold and heat. The only thing that could be discerned was the sharp, external air that was emitted, which was capable of penetrating all obstacles and was difficult to resist.

  "What kind of move is this? It's like a sword energy that's been unleashed, but its power far exceeds ten times that!"

  With this confusion, I fell to the ground, at this time, a strong smell finally came in, it was the burnt smell of the air, and also the breath of death.

  His usually proud sense of smell reacted a beat too slow, if not driven by instinct, he would have been pierced by that invisible sword energy and died beyond death!

  Yu Ciren exerted himself to lift his head and look, Yan Daoshi's current state was very strange. Although he had made a successful strike, he still maintained the posture of holding his sword, the scarlet blade no longer radiating light in all directions as before, but instead seemed more subdued, its tip drooping slightly, still locked onto his skull.

  Yu Ci naturally wanted to dodge the sword tip, but his internal organs were still shaken and he couldn't move for a while. With all his might, he could only slightly shift his body a few inches, and the distant Jiu Yang Fu Sword also adjusted its angle accordingly.

  At that moment, he saw Yan Daoshi's eyes. Those copper bell-like eyes had no spark at all, only the pupils unconsciously enlarged, empty and dull grey, as if they had lost their soul. Yet he clearly felt that Yan Daoshi was still staring at him, as if through some inexplicable way, casting a beam of "light" on him.

  The feeling was so clear that even in the midst of a raging inferno, the tactile sensation of that "light" was scorching hot, far surpassing the surrounding heat waves, like a red-hot iron needle piercing through the marrow.

  "He will be killed by him!"

  Intuition and reason are saying the same thing. However, at this moment, Yu Ci's feeling is very strange. His chest feels like it has been poured with a ladle of boiling oil, scalding him in pain, but that definitely isn't the taste of fear.

  This burning sensation serves no other purpose than to make him open his eyes, forcing him to find a way out of this sudden deadlock.

  Yu Ciren stared at Yan Daoshi, he could be sure that this person must have launched a killing move that was generally the same as before, only the interval between the front and back was a bit larger, and the posture of accumulating strength was also full of flaws. If he still had the strength to charge forward now, he would certainly rush up without hesitation and chop off the head of that fierce man, but now, the speed of his recovery was clearly not keeping up with the speed at which the opponent was accumulating strength.

  Two people were separated by ten zhang, and Yu Ci's hand held only a broken seven-star sword symbol. Even if his arm was extended ten times longer, he couldn't reach the enemy in front of him, but for that invisible sword energy, distance was not a problem at all.

  This is a dead knot, but he wants to live. So, all the problems boil down to one sentence: before Yan Daozi releases his sword energy, take him down first!

  It's a matter of life and death, yet everything becomes simple; this is what he's best at!

  Also don't know how to exert force, half of the Seven Star Sword flew out of his hand!

  At this moment, he saw that the sword tip of the Jiuyang Symbol Sword was shining with a dazzling light.

  Yu Ci didn't think about what would happen if the invisible sword energy came over, nor did he think about the consequences of randomly throwing his broken sword. At this moment, all his thoughts were cut off, and only one inexplicable idea remained in his mind:

  Kill that Taoist priest!

  At that moment, his pupils were also expanding, and all the light and shadow changes were etched in them, as if flowing through his mind like clear water. Yu Ci suddenly felt that everything around him had become quiet, but his body was vibrating, like the pulsation of blood vessels, but with a more wonderful frequency.

  Then, he found the true pulse, and the blood vessels were pounding due to the impact of the sword energy, making a drumming sound, while at the same time, that newly emerged vibration was still showing its power.

  He seemed to have suddenly grown an extra heart, or rather, a whole new "self".

  A strange feeling continues, slowly or for an extremely brief moment, the familiar pulse of blood retreats backstage, naturally covering up the physical pain. Only the newly born "self" expands infinitely and comes into contact with the surrounding world in a way that cannot be described, extracting unimaginable complex information from the world and feeding it back to his brain.

  His brain had already stopped working and couldn't understand all of this, but there was an inexplicable joy. The feelings of confusion and clarity entwined together, finally merging into a vast expanse, with only one point of spiritual light suspended in the air, leading him back to that simple thought at the beginning:

  Kill that Taoist priest!

  As soon as the thought is conceived, it's as if divinity responds!

  In the midst of chaos, suddenly a vast expanse of empty space opened up, with stars and constellations scattered across the sky, shining brightly. Among them were several large stars, as big as chicken eggs, radiant like jade, casting their light downwards. In response to this, the flying half-segmented Seven-Star Sword Symbol suddenly burst forth with a brilliant glow, its cyan light and bloody shadow swirling like smoke and fog. Its speed then rapidly increased, transforming into a blurry rainbow-colored light that flashed by, passing over Yan Daoshi's neck in an instant.

  Yan Daoshi didn't even have a defensive stance, he was truly defenseless.

  Then his head fell off.

  The fish bone is holding Yan Daoshi's head to get a red ticket (if you feel bloody, I apologize first). In addition, I am eager to increase my collection and hope that more book friends will pay attention to the book "Qing Jing" every day.