Chapter Seventeen: Desolate Wilderness

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  The wolf howled, and its large body almost stood up straight.

  Golden hair stood on end, as if a brilliant golden flame was burning, a fierce and unmatched aura pressed down, several feet around Qitian, all the plants were shattered, and the air rippled with a faint wave.

  With purple bamboo sword in hand, her eyes were calm and peaceful, like a deep pool of water without ripples. In the past two months, her originally delicate face had become more resolute, with an added hint of determination. The path to immortality was long and winding, requiring a state of mind that was hard to attain.

  The sword body has a purple-gold divine light, at this moment, the many sword styles in Qitian's mind have disappeared by more than half. In front of the Purple Bamboo Sword, the purple-gold vortex is even thicker and heavier, with sparkling crystal lights flashing, the vortex rotates, as if it can push a great mountain.

  Roar!

  The fierce wolf was enraged, its eyes blazing with a golden light, as if the air itself was being twisted and distorted. A massive flame, as thick as a water bucket, shot out of its mouth and slammed into the whirlpool above.

  Deep purple and gold colors burst forth, Qitian only felt a massive surge of power pouring into the Purple Bamboo Sword, his entire body's muscles and bones screaming in unison, his whole person was knocked back several zhang away, the sword shattered in an instant.

  Pfft——

  A mouthful of blood spurted out, and his muscles and bones were almost completely numb, but the fighting spirit on Zitian's body was even more turbulent.

  This is the Taoist's perfect and fierce beast, stirring up spiritual power, mighty and overwhelming, far beyond what Qitian can withstand. But it was this ferocity that inspired Qitian to gain insight, feeling as if something was about to burst forth.

  Azure Blue was also a fierce flame that filled the sky, suppressed by Yun Fei for dozens of breaths. Finally, it spat out a massive wave, an azure blue tidal wave surging with cold air. The Jiuyue Nine Formations were as solid as a mountain, but Yun Fei had not transformed his sword energy and was sent flying in an instant.

  Two-headed wild beast shook with rage, its vital energy like a mountain, crushing the air, stirring up spiritual energy and transforming it into a massive wave of divine flames. The two people in mid-air continuously spat out blood, their bodies battered by the intense force, every single tendon and bone on the verge of tearing apart.

  The summit of a desolate mountain.

  The Taoist priest shook his head and swayed, muttering to himself as he poured cup after cup of the purple bamboo wine, seemingly endless, down his throat. The liquid flowed from the corners of his mouth as he let out a long sigh, his face filled with satisfaction.

  Suddenly, he swung his arm and the wine gourd in his hand flew up into the air, swaying back and forth before landing on top of the two wild beasts' heads.

  "Gourd, gourd, come out of the scabbard!"

  Ming Xian Dao Ren's sword pointed to one, a purple gourd mouth appeared with a flash of purple light. In an instant, two purple air swords shot out like divine sunlight, tearing through the sky and shooting out from the gourd mouth, circling around the necks of the two wild beasts.

  "Return to your sheath!"

  The air sword pierced the gourd's mouth, and clearly a Taoist stretched out his hand to beckon it. The wine gourd suddenly fell back into his hands, and he poured some into his mouth. Clearly, the Taoist frowned: "No more wine, no more wine, well, time to go home."

  Pfft——

  Pfft——

  Two-headed wild beast stood still, its huge head fell to the ground, splashing up a cloud of dust.

  Boom!

  Xiao Yan's body fell down like a small mountain, Yun Fei let out a shocked cry and pulled Qi Tian to jump out several zhang away.

  Panting heavily, Yun Fei's Zizhu sword leaned against the ground as he bitterly smiled and said: "Damn it, this wild beast isn't even at the Foundation stage, how can it be so powerful? It's not even a match."

  As he spoke, Yun Fei couldn't help but size up Qi Tian with a glance, and exclaimed: "However, Brother Disciple, you actually managed to wound that Wild Python, the spiritual energy is surging, I see that at least fifty of your meridians have been opened, tsk tsk, this is indeed the power of the Pure Gold Body, the circulation of golden spiritual energy is so swift."

  "Two little ones aren't coming up yet!"

  The moment he opened his mouth, a Taoist's voice came from the top of the desolate mountain.

  "No way, I'm going up!"

  Yun Fei let out a miserable cry, and Qi Tian also smiled bitterly. The two of them were exhausted to the point of collapse, every step they took felt like their skin was being torn apart. They had to climb up a desolate mountain that was over a hundred meters high, which normally wouldn't be too difficult, but now it seemed like an insurmountable task.

  "Let's go."

  Patted Yunfei's shoulder, Qitian swayed and took a step forward.

  "Junior brother."

  "Do you still remember what we said back then?"

  Yun Fei was taken aback for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Alright, let's settle this!"

  By the time the two of them climbed up the desolate mountain, half a time period had already passed.

  "Master! Master! Master!"

  Yun Fei was almost speechless, and Qi Tian was also limp on the ground, without any strength. However, he found that his originally injured muscles, bones, and skin were now healing at a visible speed with the nourishment of the inner energy in his dantian and qihai. Half an hour passed, and it had already healed more than half.

  "Go!"

  Ming Xian Dao Ren didn't say much, he simply grabbed the two of them and leaped onto a gourd that was as small as a mountain. The gourd pierced through the clouds and mist, heading back towards Qing Yun Sect once again.

  The gourd has returned, and the many Taoists of the Qingyun Sect look up at the sky once more, silent and unmoving.

  Behind the Sword Peak Mountain

  Hūn

  Boom!

  Throwing the two of them out, Mingjian saw Dao Ren wave his hand: "Go back, come again tomorrow at Chen time, I want to sleep."

  "Come on! Master, you haven't taught me how to disperse sword energy yet!"

  Yun Fei was getting anxious, but Ming Jian ignored him, yawning and rubbing his sleepy eyes, then lay down on the large bluestone. The sound of the celestial waterfall was deafening, and soon a snoring sound began to resonate.

  He couldn't help but roll his eyes, Yun Fei's face turned sour as he turned around and sighed, "Younger brother, let's go."

  Purple Bamboo Forest.

  In the quiet night, the purple bamboo forest was exceptionally calm. By the spiritual creek, Qitian sat cross-legged, surrounded by a thin mist. His eyebrows furrowed, he whispered incantations.

  "The Ultimate Reality, born from the infinite, is the mechanism of movement and stillness, the mother of yin and yang. Yin does not leave yang, yang does not leave yin, yin and yang assist each other, assisting the divine brightness, heart calm body upright, mind and breath circulating, opening and closing emptiness and fullness, inner and outer united as one, the Ultimate Reality's yin and yang, having softness and firmness, firmness and softness complementing each other, vigorous and self-sufficient!"

  Heavenly lifted head, purple bamboo forest above empty, divine moon like a wheel, round as one.

  "The true meaning of Taiji Sword lies in the two paths of Yin and Yang. Today I caught a glimpse of some, but it's not clear yet, and I'm still unable to grasp the surface."

  Close your eyes, calm your mind and turn the sword scripture, this is a ancient sword scripture passed down from the ancient times by the Sword Immortal, profound and mysterious, containing infinite great ways, all kinds of mysteries.

  In the sea of qi in the lower abdomen, a thread of qi like a dragon, golden and electric, moves between the fifty-six points of the Daoist body. At first, it has a thick, crystal-like qi that shines brightly, with a faint sharpness to its energy that is visible.

  On his knees, the Purple Bamboo Sword connected with the Qi Hai, and there was a flow of gas circulating within it. The entire Purple Bamboo Sword floated up, emitting a purple-golden divine light, humming as if it had gained spirituality.

  The way of the sword requires the swordsman to nourish it with his spirit, constantly communicating, in order to wield it with intention and make it move in harmony.

  As the infusion of gas continued, after two months, Qitian felt an inexplicable connection between himself and the Purple Bamboo Sword, a faint sense of being connected by blood. At the same time, he could also clearly feel that the quality of the Purple Bamboo Sword was slowly improving.

  The moon rises and the sun sets, the days and months revolve, the great way of communication is reasonable.

  From then on, every day above the Qingyun Sect, there was always a small mountain-sized purple gourd floating in the air, passing by. The gourd looked quite old and even had clear cracks on its surface. It would emerge at dawn and return at dusk.

  Many Taoists of the Qingyun Sect were speculating about this usually quiet Sword Peak, wondering why it had been making such a big commotion recently.

  Barren Mountains

  By a ancient pool, cold air spreads everywhere, a giant alligator with a greenish-blue color and a huge tail sweeps horizontally, breaking several ancient trees.

  This is a giant turtle, as big as a small mountain, with each piece of its cyan scales being as large as a palm, like sharp blades, reflecting a cold black light.

  In front of the desolate bird, two young men stood tall, with golden sword lights pressing down like a mountain range. The purple-golden sword swirled and danced, falling onto the desolate bird's body. Each sword brought out a jet-black spiritual blood.

  The air was stagnant, the wasteland howled, as if a fierce wind whistled, and the flames raged across the sky. A pitch-black wave swept across the four directions, and the golden sword light vanished in an instant. Only that palm-sized purple-golden sword spin struggled to deflect the wave to one side, before it dispersed.

  At this time, a wine gourd shook and rose to the sky. Then, a purple light enveloped a sword that fell from the sky, spinning around in a circle. The desolate wilderness let out a mournful howl as its massive body sank into the ancient pool. In just a few breaths, cold air rose from the ancient pool, encasing it entirely in ice. (Rushing to the new book rankings, passed the early morning, still hoping for everyone's support, vote for recommendations! Ten steps of gratitude!)