Cultivating Immortality, Starting from Childhood Sweethearts

“When did the sect master of the Tianxuan Sect become so pitiful?”

The elder gazed at the middle-aged man before him, his eyes filled not only with contempt but also with regret—a lament for how far the Tianxuan Sect had fallen.

Xia He gritted his teeth, his expression dark and sullen.

If the elder was merely belittling him, Xia He might have been able to endure it. But that look of regret, as if saying, “The Tianxuan Sect has truly declined with each generation. You’re not even worth a fraction of your predecessors. How could someone like you be chosen as sect master?” That expression completely ignited Xia He’s fury.

“You old bastard!”

Cursing inwardly, Xia He leaped forward, gripping the bronze sword tightly as he swung it down at the elder.

Above the elder, a massive manifestation of the bronze sword appeared, radiating an overwhelming presence.

The Tianxuan Sect’s bronze sword wasn’t like a traditional immortal weapon—it was born for the Dao, capable of unleashing a person’s Daoist techniques to their fullest potential. Additionally, the bronze sword possessed unique mystical arts of its own.

“This sword… brings back memories. Though I didn’t expect that he’s already dead—gone even faster than I will,” the elder murmured, glancing up at the enormous bronze sword overhead with a nostalgic expression.

Though he hadn’t witnessed the previous sect master’s death, the fact that there was a new one made it clear enough.

Shaking his head, the elder raised his hand and pointed upward.

Countless swords formed from sword energy converged into a dragon of blades, surging toward the manifestation of the bronze sword.

“Roar!”

The sword-energy dragon clashed with the bronze sword’s image, tearing into it.

“Clang!”

Meanwhile, Xia He’s bronze sword had already descended toward the elder’s forehead. But the elder casually raised two fingers and effortlessly caught it.

“Clink.”

With his other hand, the elder flicked the blade of the bronze sword. A sharp vibration resonated, causing the sword to tremble violently. Xia He’s hands went numb, his grip on the sword nearly failing.

Gritting his teeth, Xia He lashed out with a kick to the elder’s head, his foot enveloped in a bronze-like glow.

“Boom!”

The elder countered with a punch, the force of his sword energy clashing with Xia He’s spiritual energy. The impact sent Xia He spinning mid-air, gripping his sword tightly as he crashed to the ground.

Xia He stared daggers at the elder, who remained standing like an immovable mountain.

This damned old man was using nothing but sword energy to keep him at bay.

If this elder were ever released, if his strength were to return to its peak—Xia He didn’t dare imagine it.

Last time, it had taken the combined strength of the Four Sacred Lands and the Five Great Sects to subdue him.

If he escaped again… Could they do it a second time? No! He must not be allowed to escape. Otherwise, Xia He’s fate would be sealed.

Standing back up, Xia He drove the bronze sword into the ground in front of him, his hands forming complex incantations.

Using the bronze sword as the center, the surrounding rock began to transform into bronze. From the ground, a bronze tiger emerged, radiating ferocity.

“Go!”

Xia He pointed at the elder, and the bronze tiger sprang forward as if summoned, pouncing toward him.

The elder responded with a single punch, shattering the bronze tiger into pieces.

The sword energy from his punch pierced through the tiger’s remains and smashed a massive crater into the ground.

But in the next instant, another bronze tiger emerged from the ground.

The elder smashed this one too, only for another to appear.

The bronze tigers came one after another, like fish leaping out of the sea, constantly assaulting the elder.

Yet the elder didn’t seem hurried.

He was acutely aware that in his current state, killing Xia He was nearly impossible.

However, if the opponent intended to exhaust his sword energy in this manner, the elder was more than willing to oblige.

Yet, it was clear that Xia He didn’t want to continue dragging things out with the elder.

In front of Xia He, a massive bronze avatar materialized.

The bronze avatar took a step forward, raised its colossal foot, and stomped down toward the elder.

“Boom!”

The bronze avatar flattened the elder under its foot.

But Xia He didn’t let his guard down—there was no way the elder would be defeated so easily.

Sure enough, in the next moment, cracks began to spread across the bronze avatar’s surface.

“Bang!”

With a deafening explosion, the bronze avatar shattered, dissolving into countless fragments of spiritual energy that dispersed into the air.

Standing amidst the dissipating energy, the elder held a phantom-like immortal sword in his hand.

Three thousand years ago, there wasn’t a soul who didn’t recognize this sword.

The elder had once carried this very blade into the Southern Demon Kingdom, pierced through the Northern Wastes, and ravaged the Central Plains.

Seeing the elder holding that legendary sword, Xia He felt a momentary sense of bewilderment—and even pride. It was a strange, fleeting sense of honor, as if being able to face such an opponent meant he was worthy.

But Xia He quickly crushed that ridiculous notion.

This wasn’t the actual elder, just a projection formed from his sword energy. And the sword wasn’t real either—it was a blade conjured from his sword intent.

In truth, the elder, even with this blade, wasn’t even at 20% of his original strength.

To feel honored by this? Laughable!

Taking a deep breath, Xia He calmed his mind and pulled out an Eight Trigrams diagram, tossing it into the air.

The diagram disintegrated mid-flight, transforming into a vast starry sky that hung above the elder.

Countless stars shimmered, forming an intricate and profound killing formation with the elder at its most dangerous point.

“The Tianxuan Star Formation,” the elder murmured, stroking his beard. “Very well. Let me see how far you can push your sect’s most treasured killing array.”

—

Meanwhile, deeper in the mountain cave, Zhou Wanfeng asked the prisoners beside her, “How are those two kids doing?”

A one-eyed man nodded. “Those two brats are incredibly gifted. They’ve already picked up most of my Roving Path technique.”

“Hahaha! I told you, didn’t I? These two are natural talents. The Four Divine Mechanisms I taught them—they mastered it in the dream realm in just five hours!”

“How many techniques are left?” Zhang Xiao’er asked.

“Four,” Wang Mazi replied.

“At their current pace, they might not even need a full day to master them all,” Qin Feng added.

“Not enough.”

At this point, the butcher shook his head.

“So what if they’re once-in-a-millennium prodigies? The old man’s sword technique isn’t something simple. It’s already impressive if they can grasp it at all—hoping they’ll master it in such a short time? Nearly impossible.”

The room fell silent at the butcher’s words.

In the real world, only two hours had passed since Xu Ming and Xu Xuenuo collapsed, but in their spiritual realm, two hundred hours had gone by.

In that time, they had learned eleven techniques, their progress far exceeding expectations.

But how long could the old man hold on?

If they couldn’t learn his sword technique in time, everything would be for naught.

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