Cultivating To Immortality

Previously, the Disciples from Zuowang Peak and Tongchen Peak, though not on good terms, were forced into an unspoken cooperation due to Wu Shuangzhi’s refusal to back down after having already picked one fruit.

This, in a subtle way, prompted the two sides to tacitly cooperate, beginning to jointly suppress these female Disciples.

However, what they hadn’t anticipated was that these women, driven by the desire for Spiritual Resources and youthful beauty, were utterly fearless.

Every move was a desperate struggle.

Originally, in this small Blessed Realm, no matter how heated the arguments, everyone would just break through the protective Spiritual Qi and seize the Spiritual Mark Jade Token to eliminate their opponents.

But these women had clearly become truly enraged, and most of them were aiming to severely injure their opponents to eliminate them.

Wu Shuangzhi wielded a water-flowing Flying Sword, on one hand restricting enemy movements and helping other female Cultivators control the field.

On the other hand, she also sought opportunities to seize Spiritual Mark Jade Tokens, or simply severely injure a few disrespectful Cultivators.

After several major battles, she was also starting to feel her strength waning.

Wu Shuangzhi was not an outstanding female Disciple from Lianyou Peak; she was just an ordinary one, with nothing particularly remarkable about her.

Previously, when she met these Junior Sisters from different peaks, the others had no experience in fighting.

Only she had participated in the Changping incident, which was why the other Disciples regarded her as their backbone.

This was also the first time she had felt the sensation of being entrusted with a great responsibility.

So she didn’t want to lose.

Driving her Spiritual Power, a wave of water surged from the Qingjiang Lake, forcefully pushing away the surrounding Cultivators.

...Sisters!

The remaining two female Cultivators quickly moved closer, and the three of them formed a circular formation, back to back.

All of them were in poor condition, but none showed any fear.

We have been entangled here for a long time; there must be countless other Cultivators observing from the surroundings.

Let’s try our best to conserve our stamina. Perhaps someone will join the battle; then we can seize the Beauty Fruit and escape in different directions.

Good!

Wu Shuangzhi forced herself to calm down, thinking about how she could at least help her trusting Junior Sisters escape.

In her mind, a certain figure inexplicably appeared.

If it were Senior Brother Song...

What would he do?

In the Changping Ghost Domain, the image of the young man, resurrected from White Bone Mountain and relentlessly slaying, was still vivid in her mind.

It filled her with an inexplicable determination.

Senior Brother Song, a common Cultivator at the Qi Refining Stage Seventh Level with a three-Spiritual Root, was able to fight his way out of a desperate situation.

And what she faced now was merely an ordinary struggle; why couldn’t she lead her Junior Sisters to break through the encirclement?!

She glared fiercely at the people from Tongchen Peak and Zuowang Peak, ready to act at any moment.

Meanwhile, across from them,

the leader of Zuowang Peak had a ashen face.

He had originally thought that with the two peaks working together, they could easily defeat a few weak female Cultivators.

However, things were not as simple as he had imagined.

At first, it was indeed as they had thought; the few female Cultivators had no combat experience and could be easily sent away.

But Wu Shuangzhi’s water-based Spell was extremely stable, combining crowd control and defense.

It actually made this group of female Disciples fight with increasing confidence.

They weren’t here to win any rankings anyway.

Like most ordinary Disciples, they were just here to gain experience, improve their combat skills, and acquire some Spiritual Resources, so they acted without any reservations.

Zuowang Peak had lost three fellow Disciples, and only then did they manage to barely suppress this group of madwomen.

Tongchen Peak was even worse; five people entered, and now only two remained standing.

One Disciple, clutching his wound, whispered tremblingly, Senior Brother, why don’t we... retreat...

Nonsense!

The Senior Brother from Tongchen Peak glared, clearly also extremely agitated: Lost three Junior Brothers, and you want to just leave? Today, we must—

Before he could finish his sentence, an unexpected change occurred.

From the dense forest by the lake, three figures emerged.

Li Qingfeng led the charge, opening his palms wide and releasing five flames that shot directly towards the Disciples of Tongchen Peak and Zuowang Peak.

Gu Qingqing entered the battlefield with her two Senior Brothers, feeling that she was also receiving a lot of attention.

She chuckled and bowed to Wu Shuangzhi and the other Senior Sisters she didn’t know at all.

The three groups of people were all confused about what these three were doing.

But then they saw Sun Zhengfu walk straight towards the Vermilion Fruit.

Get lost!

The Cultivator from Tongchen Peak advanced, about to stop him.

Sun Zhengfu swung his arm horizontally, releasing a Talisman, and touched it with his fingertips.

Bang!

A fire snake shot out, dissolving the opponent’s protective Spiritual Robe.

Before anyone else could react, he formed hand seals, and the ground by the lake suddenly surged like waves, separating the three exhausted groups of people.

Gu Qingqing, on the other hand, leaped lightly, arriving beside the Vermilion Fruit tree, raised her small hand, and picked a Beauty Fruit.

Shameless!

Wu Shuangzhi shouted in anger, her Flying Sword glowing brightly as it shot towards Gu Qingqing.

Gu Qingqing was currently only at the Qi Refining Stage 6 Realm; although she lived on Lianyou Peak, she was still an Outer Sect Disciple.

Wu Shuangzhi didn’t recognize her, only thinking she was a petty thief taking advantage of the situation to steal fruit.

Oh my!

Gu Qingqing immediately ran away.

However, at this very moment, the situation changed again.

From deep within the dense forest, two more teams that had been hiding for a long time appeared simultaneously.

The five people on the left were Disciples from Taiping Peak, and the three on the right were Disciples from Wipe Sword Peak.

They had all been planning to reap the benefits after everyone else was injured, but they hadn’t expected Li Qingfeng and his two companions to seize the initiative.

Even more exaggerated, they actually managed to pick one?!

If they waited any longer, there would be no spoils left at all.

With so many people suddenly appearing, those who were about to act in the field all stopped.

The atmosphere became tense, with swords drawn and bows strung.

Nineteen Cultivators eyed each other warily, with no side daring to make a move.

Suddenly, Li Qingfeng raised both hands high and declared loudly, Fellow Daoists, listen to me!

Fighting and killing will harm our fellow Disciples’ camaraderie. How about this—

Buzz—

Unexpectedly, the Cultivators from Taiping Peak were the first to break the stalemate.

Their numbers gave them an advantage, and they didn’t want to remain in a deadlock, wasting precious time.

The free-for-all was on the verge of breaking out.

And, many more Cultivators were continuously rushing towards this area... Currently, there were still over 1,400 people left in the Wipe Sword Realm...

One, two, three... six.

Six Cold Moon Grasses.

By a small cold pond in a certain mountain area.

With no one around, Song Yan was leisurely gathering Spiritual Plants here.

The stems were emerald green, and the petals were white and shaped like a crescent moon; these were indeed Cold Moon Grass.

This medicinal herb had a wide range of uses, especially for refining Medicinal Pills.

At this moment, the Spiritual Mark number on Song Yan’s waist jade token had changed.

Five.

Along the way, he had already sent four fellow Disciples away.

He took out the map again; this place was not far from the lake called Qingjiang Flatland.

Hmm?

He was startled; the light point markers nearby were excessively dense.

Clearly, a chaotic battle of considerable scale was erupting.

So many people...

Song Yan activated his Sword Qi, and the Lingyun Intent method operated, immediately leaping towards the Qingjiang Flatland.

His toes touched a treetop, and his figure shot through the ancient forest like an arrow.

The sounds of explosions and curses from not far away became increasingly clear. When he leaped to the top of a towering ancient tree, the scene of Qingjiang Flatland came into full view.

Qingfeng... Senior Brother Sun...

No, who brought this Junior Sister Qingqing here?

Song Yan couldn’t help but be stunned as he watched Gu Qingqing run around with her head in her hands in the chaotic battlefield.