Crafting an Immortal Race with Daily Hexagrams

Chapter 346: Chapter 199: The Crisis at Luoxia Mountain (Part 2)

The main target of the White Jade Palm seems to be my father, who is deducing with his eyes closed in the corridor. It’s the most sensible choice to have the family leave first.

As for himself, he stayed by his father’s side, prepared to fight desperately once those in the air, Shen Wen’an and Lu Zhiyuan, could no longer hold on.

...

In the north of Danzhou, at the Cyan Ruo Sword House.

On the sky-reaching Yin Sword Peak, amidst the Thousand Feet Cliff Bamboo Forest.

The Lingshan Sword Immortal was sitting cross-legged in meditation when he slowly opened his eyes to look in the direction of the barrier leading from Danzhou to Yangnao Land.

In his dark pupils, an illusory image of a verdant bamboo emitting a jade-like glow slowly emerged.

”A hand reaching so far...”

The Lingshan Sword Immortal murmured softly, and behind him, a phantom of Heaven-Reaching Sword Bamboo suddenly appeared.

In the next moment, near the barrier leading from Danzhou to Yangnao Land, the dense bamboo forest suddenly began to rustle!

In the endless stretch of bamboo forest, atop each green bamboo emerged a pale blue Sword Aura!

These blue Sword Auras seemed to have received some kind of guidance, instantly charging into the void and disappearing without a trace.

...

Thud!

The sound of a blade piercing flesh resonated along with a muffled grunt from within the cave.

A figure clad in black robes grasped their right wrist, with bright red blood flowing from it, dripping from fingers as white as mutton fat jade onto the mat below.

”Such a Sword Immortal!”

”Sword Intent so refined, it truly makes one wonder...”

The figure in the black robe spoke in a deep and hoarse voice, devoid of any anger, instead, there was a strange excitement.

...

Above the Black Water Pool, the White Jade Palm, akin to the wrath of celestial gods, had already vanished.

Shen Wen’an and Lu Zhiyuan’s figures slowly descended into the courtyard, making their way towards the corridor where Shen Yuan was.

Shen Wenxing approached the two, speaking with concern.

”Wen’an, Master, are you alright?”

The two shook their heads slightly, indicating they were fine.

”Was that attack aimed at your father?”

Lu Zhiyuan looked towards Shen Yuan within the corridor, puzzled.

Shen Wenxing nodded and said, ”It seems so.”

”Father was just talking when he seemed to sense something, then closed his eyes to deduce.”

”Shortly after, that palm descended from the heavens.”

With that, he turned to Shen Wen’an and asked, ”Could you tell what that palm was about?”

Shen Wen’an shook his head solemnly, ”The other party is very strong, at least a Golden Core realm powerhouse, perhaps even beyond Golden Core.”

”This attack spanned across vast time and space, if not for that...”

Shen Wen’an shook his head bitterly.

The attack was just a casual strike from the opponent, yet it crossed vast time and space, and even he and Lu Zhiyuan together couldn’t hold off.

If it were a face-to-face attack, the two of them might have been easily killed.

Suppressing the thoughts in his mind, Shen Wen’an curiously asked Lu Zhiyuan with a cupped fist, ”Master, what realm are you in now?”

When resisting the White Jade Palm earlier, he could feel that Lu Zhiyuan’s strength was no less than the Early Stage of Fetal Breathing.

However, the Literary Dao cultivation system is somewhat peculiar, and he wasn’t sure of Lu Zhiyuan’s current realm.

Lu Zhiyuan thought for a moment and said, ”According to the inheritance left by Ah Nu, I am now in the Realm of Nine Apertures of Literary Heart.”

”It’s just that the second Lifebound Character has yet to be fully refined, so my strength is slightly lacking.”

Hearing this, Shen Wen’an also made his consideration.

Master Lu can exert strength equivalent to the Early Stage of Immortal Dao Fetal Breathing at the Realm of Nine Apertures of Literary Heart, it seems the path in the early stage of the Literary Dao is correct.

As the three were speaking, Shen Yuan suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood from within the corridor.

Hearing the commotion, the three hurried forward.

”Father.”

Shen Wenxing went up to support him.

Shen Yuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes deep and expression grave.

”There’s a larger conspiracy behind the Luoxia Mountain affair.”

”Wen’an, I think it’s better for you not to go to Danzhou lightly at this time.”

Hearing this, Shen Wen’an gently gripped the Dragon-Slaying Sword in his hand.

He knew, his father probably sensed some danger.

But whether it was the gratitude owed to the Shen Family by Luoxia Mountain or his relationship with Wei Qiuling, as a Sword Cultivator, he could not possibly retreat at this time.

The tarnishing of the Sword Heart is far more terrifying than the physical death and the dissipation of the Dao.

As if sensing his thoughts, Shen Yuan sighed slightly.

”Fine, if you insist on going, I won’t stop you.”

”But be extremely cautious on your journey to Danzhou.”

”The plot against Luoxia Mountain is not the work of ordinary cultivators, I’m worried if things change, the entire cultivation realm in Danzhou will be thrown into turmoil.”

Due to his insufficient realm, he had used the White Jade Turtle Shell for deduction, only to see the conspiracy against Luoxia Mountain as a massive iceberg.

He couldn’t even see the tip of the iceberg clearly before suffering serious backlash.

If not for the little purple sword on the White Jade Turtle Shell cutting through the backlash force, his situation would be far worse than just spitting blood.

Shen Wen’an nodded.

Having witnessed the earlier attack by the White Jade Palm, he also understood that the entities involved this time are certainly not just at the Fetal Breathing level.

After some contemplation, he formulated a plan.

”Father, I’m going.”

”Big brother, Master, Wen’an takes his leave.”

With a cupped sword in hand to salute the three, he then left Yunshui City, directly heading towards Danzhou by Sword Control.

...

In the Western Wilderness, on the expansive desert, snowflakes like arrows, the icy wind howled, as two figures trudged forward with difficulty.

”Young Master Chongyi, can you still hold on?”

Mu Chang braced against the wind and snow, coming up to He Zhongyi, and immediately waved to uphold a Spiritual Power Shield.

”Elder Mu, you’d better lower the Spiritual Power Shield. The Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi is thin here, and the wasted spiritual power is difficult to replenish.”