Starting as a Son-in-law to Establish an immortal Family

Chapter 1287: Chapter 444: Nangong Mili: No Effort Spared in a Fruitless Search_2

After speaking, he cast a spell toward the crack in the secret realm before him.

Suddenly, radiant light surged around the crack, the ground trembled slightly, forming a massive formation about ten feet wide, interwoven with a layer of shimmering white spiritual light.

“What kind of formation is this?”

Lu Changsheng had some knowledge of formations, but not extensive research, so he couldn’t discern what this formation was.

However, a few individuals observed the formation with subtle expressions, their expressions carrying a trace of solemnity.

Soon, figures began to pass through the formation one after another, entering the secret realm through the crack.

“Buzz!”

At that moment, a thin old man stepped onto the array patterns, and suddenly a surge of demonic energy erupted.

“A Demon Cultivator!”

“How dare you, Demon Cultivator!”

Upon witnessing this demonic energy, someone instantly exclaimed.

“Buzz——”

In a flash, the kind-looking old man with an immortal demeanor suddenly widened his eyes, his entire presence resembling a mighty lion awakening. The array patterns and prohibitions within the palace surged forth, producing a powerful and terrifying spiritual pressure that bore down on the thin old man.

At the same time, Chu Qingyi’s azure longsword swiftly unsheathed, unleashing dazzling sword light.

“Splat!”

The thin old man was instantly obliterated by the sword light.

“This…”

“So this is a Nascent Soul Immortal!”

“How frightening!”

The crowd stirred in awe, their expressions respectful and reverent as they looked toward Lingfeng Immortal and Chu Qingyi.

Especially many of the male cultivators, whose gazes toward Chu Qingyi showed admiration, fascination, and infatuation.

“Heh, even a False Core Cultivator has come here hoping to stir up trouble…”

Lu Changsheng watched the scene, his expression calm and indifferent.

He thought to himself how foolish it was for this False Core Patriarch to interfere in such matters.

Still, he could somewhat understand this behavior.

It was likely that as a False Core Immortal, his lifespan was nearing its end.

The Tianyuan Secret Realm had been spoken of in such a mysterious and miraculous manner; perhaps it contained a supreme opportunity to transform a false core into a true one, so he had come to test his luck.

“But it’s a pity—he didn’t even make it through the door.”

Lu Changsheng sighed inwardly and shifted his gaze toward the handsome young man disguised as Nangong Mili.

He wondered to himself, given that Nangong Mili possessed the Misty Sky Bead, could his disguise avoid detection?

If he was detected, the situation would become troublesome—even if he wanted to intervene, it would be hard to do so.

“Hmph, there really are Demonic Path Thieves mixed in among us.”

Lingfeng Immortal snorted coldly.

Then his stern expression returned to its original benevolent visage, and he said to those before him, “Everyone, pay it no mind and proceed.”

The figures in the crowd resumed lining up, entering the secret realm one by one.

Seeing Nangong Mili enter, Lu Changsheng breathed a slight sigh of relief, silently noting that this formation was somewhat remarkable, but not overly so.

Just as it was his turn, a green-clad woman stepped forward, and thin strands of faint demonic energy began to emerge from her body.

“Hmm!?”

Lu Changsheng noticed the sudden danger and immediately stepped back behind the crowd.

“Boom!”

In an instant, the palace’s prohibitions surged, forming a terrifying spiritual pressure that bore down on the green-clad woman.

Beside him, Chu Qingyi moved swiftly, her sword light glinting coldly, as if snow were falling in June.

The green-clad woman’s face shifted, and demonic energy churned around her, manifesting into a black-red demon armor.

But within the blink of an eye, Chu Qingyi’s vast, azure sword light descended, piercing through her demon armor as though ignoring its existence, cleaving her body in two.

Yet the moment her body was split in half, she transformed into a cloud of black-red blood mist, surging to engulf the surrounding cultivators.

“Demonic Path Thief, how dare you act so boldly!”

Lingfeng Immortal’s voice rang out coldly as he summoned an object resembling a celestial chessboard. Array patterns brimmed with spiritual energy, encasing the blood mist completely.

“Buzz!”

The blood mist was immediately confined, revealing a pale, sinister middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man’s complexion was pale, his left arm shriveled and lifeless, leaving his sleeve empty.

“This is the Substitute Tribulation Technique?”

Lu Changsheng’s pupils narrowed as he recognized the method.

The principle was somewhat akin to Substitute Talismans.

When faced with an unavoidable assault, one could redirect the damage to another object.

Among Demonic Path secret techniques, it often involved sacrificing one’s own limbs or internal organs.

“Go!”

The sinister man realized it would be impossible to act in the palace and immediately retrieved an ancient jade talisman from his sleeve. Surrounding himself with an invisible layer of spiritual light, he attempted to escape the palace.

However, the palace was forged from special materials, inscribed with array patterns. Even a Nascent Soul Immortal could not rush out directly.

Simultaneously.

“Swish, swish, swish——”

Chu Qingyi’s sword emitted bursts of light, slashing toward the sinister man, suffusing the entire palace with an icy, bone-chilling sword intent, cold as the depths of winter.

“Slash, slash, slash——”

The sword light shattered the spiritual light surrounding the sinister man, leaving blood marks across his body. His complexion grew pale and weak, and he could only rush toward the entrance portal.

The portal too bore prohibitions.

But he had used a talisman earlier with forbidden-breaking effects, forcefully breaking through the portal and vanishing from sight.

“The tunnel outside spans several miles; escaping won’t be easy. Besides, there are likely ambushes waiting outside.”

Lu Changsheng observed this with a quiet sigh, feeling that the Four Great Immortal Sects’ layout was akin to a trap to corner the prey.

Even if Nascent Soul Cultivators entered, they faced only death.

Moreover, he noticed that the white-robed elder and Chu Qingyi hadn’t gone all out earlier.

It seemed that both were wary of the sinister man being driven to desperation and self-destructing his core formation, thus leaving him a sliver of hope.

After all, even if his abilities were average and his core formation of low quality, the self-destruction of a core within a crowd would still cause considerable trouble.

“That man earlier was a Nascent Soul Immortal, yet he couldn’t muster the strength to fight back.”