Crafting an Immortal Race with Daily Hexagrams

The sound of surging waves roared as wave after wave crashed forcefully onto the massive icy hand.

Finally, under the impact of dozens of waves, the direction of the icy hand shifted slightly, brushing past Huang Lingshan and Liu Qixuan and crashing into a small hill behind them!

The terrifying chill exploded, instantly freezing the surrounding trees into ice sculptures, which then shattered into ice crumbs scattered across the ground.

Shen Wen’an flickered into motion, appearing in front of Huang Lingshan and Liu Qixuan.

”Senior Sister, Senior Brother Liu, are you alright?”

Huang Lingshan shook her head slightly, her gaze turning to Liu Qixuan, who was pale-faced and had blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

She only suffered some disturbance in her meridians from the chill, but her Sword Essence circulated within her body and resolved the issue.

Liu Qixuan, however, was different; the five Magic Swords linked to his life force were severely damaged and his injuries were grave.

”Cough, cough...”

”Won’t die.”

Liu Qixuan coughed lightly twice, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his weak voice stubbornly declared.

Opposite them, the middle-aged Wu’s Purple Mansion Cultivator of the Tribulation Fire Sect saw that his palm strike had not eliminated Liu Qixuan, but had instead been circumvented by the trio, and his killing intent intensified.

Earlier, Shen Wen’an and Xu Zhan had consecutively slain four Golden Core Cultivators of the Tribulation Fire Sect.

Yet, because he had more important tasks at hand, he chose not to intervene.

Now, another Tribulation Fire Sect Golden Core Cultivator named Liu Kaihe was already in danger; he was likely doomed.

The dragon-destroying device he carried to break the Array Base was surely lost.

With the mission doomed to fail, old grudges and new grievances combined, he naturally didn’t plan to let Shen Wen’an and the others off.

His form flickered, and Wu’s Purple Mansion Cultivator’s posture resembled a great roc spreading its wings as he charged towards the trio!

Another elderly Golden Core Cultivator intended to join the fray.

But just as he sprang into the air, a figure engulfed in furious Blood Flame sprinted rapidly from afar, blocking his way.

”Xu Zhan, retreat quickly!”

Seeing this, Shen Wen’an’s expression changed, and he shouted urgently.

With their skills, the four of them would never stand a chance against this Purple Mansion Cultivator.

The only option now was to flee, surviving for as long as possible.

The recent palm strike was loud; surely the Nascent Soul True Monarch guarding Dragon-slaying Valley had heard it.

They needed only to hold out until the Nascent Soul True Monarch arrived, and they’d have a chance to survive.

Xu Zhan, upon hearing, swung his spear horizontally to force the elderly Golden Core Cultivator back, then flickered and fled into the distance.

Shen Wen’an looked at Huang Lingshan and said, ”Senior Sister, take Senior Brother Liu and go first; we must split up.”

Without hesitation, Huang Lingshan helped Liu Qixuan and fled in the other direction.

Seeing Wu’s Purple Mansion Cultivator already close, Shen Wen’an realized escape was impossible, steeled his resolve, and swung his Dragon-Slaying Sword into the void, creating waves to slightly halt their foe.

Yet he underestimated the terror of a Purple Mansion Cultivator.

The Tribulation Fire Sect’s Purple Mansion Cultivator faced the waves formed by his Tidal Sword Technique without any intention to dodge.

The chill emanating from his body froze the waves instantly as they approached, turning them to powder.

”You ignorant brat!”

”Were you the one who slaughtered those Golden Core underlings of mine?”

As Wu’s Purple Mansion Cultivator spoke coldly, his wide sleeve flapped sharply.

Immediately, countless ice spikes glinted and shot towards Shen Wen’an like a rain of arrows.

Gripping his Dragon-Slaying Sword tightly, Shen Wen’an braced himself to resist when suddenly he felt a gentle breeze behind him.

Instantly, the ice spikes that had flown within meters exploded into dust, fluttering down like snow.

”That’s enough, there’s nothing more for you here.”

Feng Jingyang’s indifferent voice echoed from behind.

Upon hearing this, Shen Wen’an’s face lit up with joy, while the faces of the two Tribulation Fire Sect members turned pale.

The boasting Wu’s Purple Mansion Cultivator transformed into a streak of light the moment Feng Jingyang’s voice sounded, fleeing into the distance.

”Hmph!”

”If I let you escape here, my years of Dao Practice would be worthless!”

As the voice echoed, Shen Wen’an felt a breeze sweep past him.

Soon, a terrifying explosion erupted in the distance!

With the explosion came a blood-curdling scream.

Shortly after, Feng Jingyang, dressed in Plain Gauze Immortal Robe, appeared, carrying Wu’s Purple Mansion Cultivator’s corpse.

As for the elder Golden Core, now dumbstruck, Feng Jingyang merely glanced at him.

His body exploded, becoming a mist of blood, with not even the Golden Core remaining.

After finishing the duo effortlessly, Feng Jingyang scanned Shen Wen’an and spoke indifferently:

”How many of those infiltrating rats have you killed?”

Shen Wen’an recovered from his shock at the elder Golden Core’s demise, slightly bowed, and replied, ”We’ve killed four, and with these two, only two remain.”

Feng Jingyang nodded, ”I’ve slain the sole Purple Mansion; the rest won’t be a big problem either.”

”Finish it quickly, and you can leave sooner.”

After saying this, he casually dropped Wu’s Purple Mansion Cultivator’s body aside, transformed into a breeze, and vanished.

Shen Wen’an’s expression shifted; glancing at Wu’s Purple Mansion Cultivator’s corpse, a smile flashed in his eyes.

A Purple Mansion Cultivator should have several treasures on him, right?

Hopeful, he approached the corpse, flipped through it, but his face soon darkened.

”Stingy old thing!”

Wu’s Purple Mansion Cultivator’s corpse had no Magical Treasures, Robes, or Storage Bags left—all clearly taken by Feng Jingyang.

Sighing softly, Shen Wen’an kicked the corpse hard, paused, then chased after Huang Lingshan and Liu Qixuan.

When he found them, he discovered two others from Cyan Ruo Sword House, Qi Sanjue and Moonlight Sword Immortal, were also there.

”Earlier, we happened to find another Tribulation Fire Sect guy not far away.”

”Just killed him and heard commotion from here.”

Moonlight Sword Immortal explained and then continued, ”Lingshan mentioned you encountered a Purple Mansion Cultivator?”

Shen Wen’an nodded, smiling at Huang Lingshan and Liu Qixuan’s questioning looks, ”That guy’s been killed.”

”Did the Nascent Soul elder do it?” Huang Lingshan asked softly.

Shen Wen’an nodded, ”I thought the Tribulation Fire Sect had eight, with two remaining, and you’ve killed another.”

”Only one is left.”

”Once we find and deal with the last one, we can leave this cursed place.”

Trapped in Dragon-slaying Valley for nearly two years, he missed his family in Yunshui City.

”How’s Senior Brother Liu’s injury?” Shen Wen’an asked solemnly, suppressing his thoughts.

Liu Qixuan shook his head with a bitter smile, ”I can stabilize it for now, but fighting is your responsibility.”

Shen Wen’an nodded; with one Tribulation Fire Sect member remaining, it shouldn’t pose much trouble.

After a brief rest, the five left the valley to find the last member.