Longevity through Upgrading Buildings

Chapter 1242 -425: “You… Want to Die?!

Not to mention the expression on his face, even his eyes didn’t flinch in the slightest.

The Qi Cultivation Stage disciples behind him were already shouting, “Elder Xu, be careful,” and some of the timid ones had even closed their eyes.

Was Ji Yuan afraid?

Heh, not to mention this one Flying Sword, even ten swords wouldn’t harm him as his Peak of the Muscle Forging Realm physique could withstand them; there was simply nothing to fear.

So when a group of disciples from the Dan Ding Sect arrived, they happened to see the Flying Sword from the Heavenly Sword Sect hovering less than a foot away from Ji Yuan’s chest.

“What?!”

A beautiful woman in purple robes from the Dan Ding Sect, upon witnessing this, immediately propelled her gourd with all her might. Within the span of a single breath, she arrived next to the flying carriage of the Cloud Rain Sect.

“Daoist Xing, don’t!”

The Spiritual Medicine Gourd hadn’t even stabilized yet, and the purple-robed woman had already extended her hand.

She positioned herself between Ji Yuan and the late-stage Core Formation cultivator from the Heavenly Sword Sect… with her back to Ji Yuan, facing the Heavenly Sword Sect.

“Hmm?”

This action was somewhat unexpected to Ji Yuan, he didn’t anticipate that the Dan Ding Sect would be so… righteous?

“What is it, Lady Zhou recognizes this person? Or perhaps…” The white-robed man chuckled, “Aren’t you afraid Daoist Zhou will find out?”

The purple-robed woman ignored him and turned slightly to introduce Ji Yuan:

“This Daoist friend, I am Huang Xiu of the Dan Ding Sect, and this is Xing Jian of the Heavenly Sword Sect.”

Ji Yuan glanced around, “Cloud Rain Sect, Xu Beimu.”

“Greetings, Daoist Xu.”

Huang Xiu bowed to Ji Yuan, while the opposite Xing Jian remained seated on the Flying Sword, showing no intention to bow or even stand.

Ji Yuan first returned the salute to Huang Xiu.

Then he turned to Xing Jian, who was seated on the Flying Sword, and asked seriously, “Do you… want to die?”

“Oh?”

Xing Jian, burdened with a large Sword Box, showed a bit of interest upon hearing this.

He lifted his left hand, used his little finger to clean his ear, and said languidly, “Xu Beimu, are all people from the Cloud Rain Sect this boastful?”

“Perhaps you haven’t heard of my name, Xing Jian.”

“Sorry, I really haven’t.”

As Ji Yuan spoke, his figure began to ascend step by step.

Seeing the two were really about to fight, Huang Xiu blocked in front of Ji Yuan again and said, “Daoist Xu, don’t, it’s a time of chaos right now, the Three Star Luo Sects truly can’t engage in internal conflict.”

“If a late-stage Core Formation dies here, the Cloud Rain and Heavenly Sword Sects will certainly fight to the death.”

Ji Yuan looked at Huang Xiu, who seemed like a good person, and didn’t know what to say.

So he stopped speaking, stepped forward, and directly used the Body Cultivator’s shifting skill, instantly appearing before Xing Jian for a short distance.

“Ah—”

Xing Jian, who had focused all his energy, was startled when he saw the figure that suddenly appeared in front of him…

Because he realized he hadn’t even understood how Ji Yuan had appeared.

With just a blink of an eye, Ji Yuan appeared right in front of him.

Huang Xiu was equally shocked.

Because she also realized she hadn’t noticed how Ji Yuan had left…

Xing Jian naturally thought of making a move. He placed his left hand behind him, lightly tapping the Sword Box on his back, expecting his Flying Sword to fly out… but instead, he found himself falling into an abyss.

The scene before him turned gray and black, and he continuously fell until crashing into some debris, finally stopping.

The fall took half of his life.

After a while, he slowly adapted, thinking of standing up.

But at that moment, he noticed a thread of green light appear above him, instinctively looking up, he saw a gigantic figure tens of yards tall in front of him.

Wearing a cyan robe, holding a water-blue long sword.

Who else could it be but Xu Beimu?

“Make noise on the road again, and it won’t end like this!”

Ji Yuan spoke, and as a majestic sound resonated, he slashed with the long sword in his hand.

A sword beam emerged from the sword, striking directly towards Xing Jian, who was lying on the ground.

Xing Jian naturally thought of dodging, but he found in this darkness, he seemed like a mortal; not only could he not transform into Escape Light to flee, even casting spells seemed impossible.

Faced with life and death, he could only crawl backward desperately.

His voice trembling, he quickly begged for mercy, “Daoist Xu, spare… spare my life!”

Because he realized if he didn’t beg for mercy soon, he seemed truly doomed.

This sword beam flew straight toward his neck, no matter how he tried to dodge, the feeling of impending death couldn’t be shaken off.

Until the sword beam really reached before him.

The sword beam dissipated into smoke.

The threat of death vanished, and a relieved Xing Jian slumped back, gasping heavily; as he breathed, he gradually noticed his surroundings brightening, and voices returned to his ears.

“What’s happened to Elder Xing…”

“How come he changed like this when the Elder of the Cloud Rain Sect came over?”

“…”

Realizing he was still alright, Xing Jian immediately stopped gasping, abruptly got up, and turned back.

He saw Xu Beimu, who had just been in front of him, now returned to the back of that flying tiger.

And Huang Xiu from the Dan Ding Sect was looking at him with a puzzled expression.

Seemingly not understanding why he suddenly became like this.

Xing Jian looked at Ji Yuan, but Ji Yuan just looked at him expressionlessly, as if saying… If you’re not satisfied, just try to make a move.