Aiming for the Immortal Path

Jiang Feixue didn't know what her elder brother was thinking. Seeing that he looked seriously injured, she hurriedly took out the Yuanyang Pearl and activated the small cluster of Yunyang Spiritual Fire.

Seeing this spiritual fire, the man in white was greatly surprised. As a weapon refiner, he is very familiar with the spiritual fire of heaven and earth.

"Huh? Yunyang Spirit Fire? You actually have it too?!"

"Brother, don't worry so much for now, and quickly refine this spiritual fire and recover from the injury." Jiang Feixue immediately urged.

The man in white said no more, nodded, opened his mouth and sucked the spiritual fire into his mouth.

He is the strongest weapon refiner of the younger generation in Shenzhu Villa, and he also practices the most powerful top-level technique in Shenzhu Villa, the Extreme Fire Weapon Forging Technique!

This technique uses fire to enter the Tao, and it will form a spiritual flame in the body that is most suitable for weapon refining, the divine weapon fire!

The spiritual fire of heaven and earth is a great tonic to him.

The Yunyang Spiritual Fire entered his throat, but not only failed to cause any harm to him, it turned into strands and spread all over his limbs and bones, quickly repairing the injuries in his body with the blessing of spiritual power.

An hour later, two balls of fire faintly flashed in the eyes of the man in white, and he stood up from the ground.

At this time, he had recovered somewhat from his injuries, and with his cultivation at the ninth level of the Qi Refining Stage, he had some ability to protect himself.

After getting up, the man in white glanced at the empty boulder, then raised his sword and walked towards Su Twelve, "Boy, hand over the Golden Holy Spirit Spring!"

Su Twelve, who was adjusting his breath, frowned and immediately took the Yuanyang Ruler in his hand.

He was not surprised at all by the other party's behavior.

However, he is not afraid if he really wants to take action. After this hour of breath adjustment, the true energy in his body also recovered a lot.

"Brother, you... what are you doing?!" Jiang Feixue was shocked and hurriedly stepped forward to stop the man in white.

"We discovered the Golden Holy Spirit Spring first." The man in white said calmly.

If it were other treasures, he wouldn't care.

But the Golden Holy Spirit Spring is different.

Wealth and silk are attractive to people. For monks, any treasure that can improve their cultivation is extremely tempting.

"You guys discovered it first. Brother Zhu and I also bought a map and came here for the Golden Holy Spirit Spring."

"Don't forget, if Brother Zhu hadn't saved you in the end, you and others would have died long ago!"

Jiang Feixue shouted loudly, puffing out her cheeks and looking bulging with anger.

"Rescuing people? He's just doing it for the treasure, why do he have to say it so grandly?" The man in white said calmly, with an indifferent look on his face.

"You...you are simply unreasonable! Jiang Feiyun, I don't care what you think. If you want to touch Brother Zhu, just step over my body!"

Jiang Feixue opened her arms to protect Su Twelve behind her and shouted the name of the man in white.

"If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have given you the Yunyang Spiritual Fire just now. It was Brother Zhu who gave it to me!"

Hearing this, Jiang Feiyun stopped, squinted his eyes, and his expression became particularly solemn.

He did not stop because of Jiang Feixue's words, but felt a faint threat from Su Twelve.

In addition, Su Twelve meditated calmly from beginning to end, not seeming to be threatened at all, which made him feel that this person might have a back-up plan.

As for his injuries, he was only suppressed. If he really took action, he might not be able to win.

Thoughts quickly turned around, Jiang Feiyun groaned and put away the broad sword in his hand.

"Okay, as long as I don't move him, you go back with me now!"

"No! You can take people back by yourself! Brother Zhu saved you, and you don't know how to repay your kindness. I'm not as heartless as you." Jiang Feixue shook her head, and her first reaction was to refuse.

"Jiang Feixue, there should be a limit to your unreasonable behavior."

"You have already made my father very unhappy by going out without permission. If you let him know again that you are hanging out with such an unknown cultivator, you know what the consequences will be!"

Jiang Feiyun put his hands behind his back and said coldly.

"I……"

Jiang Feixue's delicate body trembled and she lowered her head, suddenly wilting like an eggplant beaten by frost.

And there was a flash of fear in her eyes. ??

In the world of cultivating immortals, most casual cultivators have mixed backgrounds, and many of them have low qualifications. Naturally, unlike forces such as sects and families, joining a group to keep warm can obtain more resources.

Therefore, most casual cultivators often fight to the death for cultivation resources. His behavior and actions are also relatively extreme and even have no bottom line at all.

Such a group is naturally not favored by forces of a certain size, especially large forces.

As for Shenzhu Villa, it is one of the three major forces in the Cangshan Mountains. The rules and tutoring are very strict.

"Hmph!" When Jiang Feixue didn't speak, Jiang Feiyun snorted and turned to look at Su Twelve, who was meditating and adjusting his breath. He had a straight face and a particularly unkind look in his eyes.

"Boy, if you are self-aware, you'd better stop pestering Xue'er."

"She was born in Shenzhu Villa and has a noble status. She and you are from two different worlds!"

"In this world...there are some people who are destined to be existences that you cannot look up to!"

Jiang Feixue's behavior made him feel that he was bewitched by the person in front of him.

Therefore, he naturally didn't have a good impression of Su Twelve.

"Brother, you are going too far..." Jiang Feixue's eyes widened and she looked at Jiang Feiyun angrily.

But before she could finish her words, Jiang Feiyun grabbed her and strode away into the distance.

Seeing this, the other monks in the mountain col turned to look at Su Twelve, shook their heads, and hurriedly followed.

In the blink of an eye, Su Twelve was the only one left in the entire col.

"Is there an existence that cannot be looked up to? Is there anyone in this world who is born nobler than others?"

Su Twelve opened his eyes and grinned indifferently.

He is determined and has a clear vision for the future. Jiang Feiyun's words would not have any impact on him.

"The Golden Holy Spirit Spring has been obtained. There is no guarantee that others will come later. It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. Next, it is time to find a place to start practicing."

Muttering softly, Su Twelve didn't waste any time. He rolled up the storage bags scattered on the ground, jumped up, and quickly walked out of the dirty pit.

Nearly a thousand monks died here, and there were hundreds of storage bags alone. Even if there is only one thing, it is still a big fortune.

Su Twelve has always been careful with his calculations, so naturally he won't let it go.

after one day.

Su Twelve came to a barren mountain in Yunmengze where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was relatively strong. He held a white mist sword and quickly opened a cave. After entering, he sealed the entrance of the cave.

Sitting cross-legged in the cave, he did not rush to practice, but took out the things on his body and began to take inventory.

This battle can be said to be the most thrilling battle he has fought so far.

The silver light sword was broken, the ice shield was broken, and the soul-breaking nails and white bone spurs were also seriously damaged. Coupled with the serious overdraft of true energy, it caused considerable damage to his foundation.

During the battle, even the slightest mistake could lead to death. Thinking back on it now, Su Twelve still felt a lingering fear in his heart.

However, he still had a faint smile on his face when he thought about what he had gained from this trip.

Just that handful of golden Holy Spirit Fountain was worth all the losses.

The first thing Su Twelve checked were the belongings of the dead cultivators.

Among the nearly a thousand casual cultivators, only a very small number can possess magical weapons. Most monks use spells and talismans to attack.