Xiuxian: Start with the medicine boy

Chapter 2022 The Heavenly Phoenix Ring: A Choice to Make!

At least!

He is a true half-great power.

It's not impossible that it could even be higher.

Faced with overwhelming strength, the two were as insignificant as ants.

If anyone dares to show even the slightest dissent or disrespect at this moment...

They have no chance of survival today.

They will surely perish here.

Therefore!

Even if all magical treasures are destroyed, cultivation levels plummet, and arduous training is wasted...

Xuanpan Zhenjun and Longhu Zhenjun could only endure the excruciating pain and resentment, bowing their heads and holding their breath.

They dared not act rashly in the slightest.

This is the unchanging ironclad rule of the cultivation world—

Might makes right, the law of the jungle prevails, and this applies to everything.

Right now...

The phoenix divine beast, proudly suspended in the void of heaven and earth, was graceful and elegant, untouched by the dust of the world, its feathers shimmering with dazzling crimson spiritual light.

next moment,

Layer upon layer of mysterious and ancient phoenix patterns slowly emerged from its wings and body.

Like the Taoist patterns that have been precipitated for thousands of years, they intertwine and flow, shining brightly.

Suddenly, the flames intensified, and a dazzling yet not scorching burst of spiritual light ripped through the void.

The myriad phoenix patterns condensed and converged into one, slowly swirling in mid-air and coalescing into a crimson, translucent bracelet, as clear as glass.

Its body is covered with intricate and mysterious patterns.

The phoenix's breath was vast and its Daoist aura profound.

It floats silently in the vast void, exuding an aura of power that surpasses all things.

Upon seeing this scene,

Below, Xuanpan Zhenjun and Longhu Zhenjun, who had been standing stiffly with their bodies tense, not daring to move even a fingertip, suddenly narrowed their eyes, their pupils trembling violently, and a monstrous wave surged in their hearts.

A bone-chilling cold spread throughout his body via his limbs and bones.

Both of them secretly groaned in despair.

"The pressure and spiritual energy emanating from this treasure far surpass those of ordinary top-grade magic treasures in the world."

It must be a genuine, peerless treasure!

It is by no means something that an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator can handle.

Xuanpan Zhenjun's mind trembled violently, his divine sense locked onto the phoenix-patterned bracelet in the void, his thoughts racing rapidly.

"To be able to unleash such power from such a precious treasure, easily defeating our combined attack with just the power of the magic weapon,"

The person who destroyed the natal magic weapon must be a reclusive half-saint level expert!

This idea took root and spread uncontrollably in their minds, becoming absolutely certain.

At this moment, Xuanpan Zhenjun's heart was filled with bitterness and guilt.

He turned his head, filled with deep apology and self-reproach, and looked intently at his old friend, Dragon Tiger True Lord, beside him.

Now that things have come to this, he has finally come to his senses.

Today's disaster was entirely caused by his one stubborn thought.

If he hadn't insisted on attacking that group of Golden Core cultivators, this mysterious expert wouldn't have shown up.

It won't implicate old friends who have been with you for many years.

He has ended up in a terrible state, with his natal magic weapon destroyed, his cultivation foundation damaged, and most of his cultivation lost.

He was now certain that this mysterious cultivator hiding in the void must have a very deep connection with the group of Golden Core cultivators who had set up the great formation.

Most of them are their protectors.

otherwise.

Previously, when they were observing from afar, the other party remained hidden.

Just as the two launched their powerful attack, it suddenly appeared and forcefully intercepted them.

Such timing was no coincidence.

The Dragon-Tiger True Lord beside him was so insightful that he instantly understood all his feelings from his old friend's guilty and somber gaze.

But there was no resentment in his eyes, his expression was calm and indifferent, and he shook his head slightly.

He gestured to Xuanpan Zhenjun not to be distracted or blame himself.

With their fate uncertain, the most important thing is to stay calm and preserve their life.

Under no circumstances should we make any further rash moves.

This completely enraged this unfathomable and mysterious powerhouse.

Otherwise, the two of them would have no chance of surviving today.

As the two exchanged silent glances, each trying to calm their own emotions...

The void undergoes a transformation and rebirth.

Around the phoenix-patterned bracelet, which floated in mid-air and had a crimson, glassy texture, the previously stable and silent void suddenly rippled gently.

Fine, soft ripples spread outwards in concentric circles.

It distorted the surrounding light and mist.

The folds of space slowly unfolded, and a delicate little hand with fair, smooth skin and slender, jade-like fingertips quietly emerged from nothingness.

With fingers slightly bent, he gently beckoned.

hum-

A deep, warm phoenix cry echoed through the void.

The Heavenly Phoenix Ring, radiating endless Daoist energy, pierced through the air and landed steadily in that fair and delicate palm, its spiritual light restrained and its demeanor utterly docile.

Ripples surged, and flashes of inspiration floated.

A slender and graceful figure slowly stepped out from the rift in the void.

The woman wore a flowing cloud-patterned palace dress, with phoenix patterns embroidered on the hem, which fluttered gently in the wind, exuding an ethereal aura.

Her face was beautiful, her eyes gentle yet possessing a cool and aloof air, her skin as white as snow, and her demeanor ethereal.

Like a celestial being descended from the heavens to earth.

What truly shocked Xuan Pan and the two True Lords of Dragon and Tiger was...

The spiritual energy flowing around the woman was clearly only at the late Golden Core stage!

A Golden Core cultivator?!

How is this possible?!

at the same time,

Utter shock and disbelief swept through their minds.

They were stiff, their minds blank, filled with a sense of absurdity.

Absolutely unreasonable!

How could a mere Golden Core cultivator wield a peerless treasure that surpasses even the highest-grade magic treasures?

How can we strike first after being caught off guard, crush the combined offensive of the two Nascent Soul True Monarchs with lightning speed, and accurately intercept all attacks?

The path of cultivation is based on spiritual realm.

Only a transformation in the essence of life can bring about a comprehensive qualitative change in speed, the six senses, thought processes, and combat power.

Let's not even talk about how a low-level cultivator can crush an opponent by crossing several major realms on their own.

The sheer skill with which she tore through the void, concealed her form, and instantly unleashed a supreme treasure was far beyond the reach of even a Golden Core cultivator.

Even a Nascent Soul Peak cultivator could not possibly achieve such fluidity and effortless grace.

Only those who stand at the pinnacle of the immortal path, the half-saint level, can achieve the ability to conceal themselves in the void and walk on air.

The two men locked their eyes on the beautiful figure in front of them, their minds racing to make a judgment.

When ordinary half-saint level experts use spatial techniques or activate supreme treasures, their auras will more or less fluctuate and their spiritual energy will become disordered...

But the woman before him was composed and calm in every gesture.

His aura was calm and even, without the slightest flaw.

His cultivation methods far surpass those of ordinary half-saints in the world!

In the blink of an eye,

The two then reached their final conclusion:

This beautiful female cultivator, who appeared to be only at the late Golden Core stage, was actually a top-tier Half-Saint with overwhelming power.

Now they are just deliberately concealing their cultivation level and disguising their realm.

Not bad.

This mysterious female cultivator, who kept her abilities hidden, was none other than Murong Wanwan, who had traveled far and wide and happened to encounter this incident.

That wondrous treasure, which just transformed into an elegant phoenix shape, incinerated the two people's natal magic weapons, and blocked the deadly attack, was her supreme natal treasure—

【Tenhou Ring】.

Her appearance here was no accident.

Previously, while traveling through this world, she had witnessed Half-Venerable Yu Hua bullying and oppressing a group of junior Golden Core cultivators. She intended to intervene immediately to help them out.

But the next moment, what she saw completely stunned her and made her stop in her tracks—

More than ten junior Golden Core cultivators with low cultivation levels actually concentrated their efforts to set up an unknown grand formation, which successfully trapped a dignified half-Venerable expert.

Fighting against the odds, refusing to yield an inch.

The more she read, the more shocked Murong Wanwan became.

It even gave rise to a sense of bewilderment, a doubt about the meaning of life.

In her thousand years of cultivation, she had never seen such a heaven-defying junior, defeating a top expert with a low cultivation level.

This is truly an extraordinary event.

As for True Lord Mu Xuanpan and True Lord Longhu?

At first, she didn't take it to heart, assuming they were just ordinary cultivators passing through, and had no intention of inquiring further.

There was no intention to target them.

But when she saw the two of them make a fierce move, attempting to join forces to break through the formation and bully the younger generation who had already pushed themselves to their limits...

Murong Wanwan could no longer sit idly by.

The group of junior Golden Core cultivators, who were trapped against the odds by a Half-Saint, had already exhausted their energy and reached their limits.

The formation was barely held together.

If two Nascent Soul True Monarchs were to join the attack, the formation would surely break, and the younger generation would suffer severe backlash.

What made her feel even more uneasy was...

The battle formation activated by the younger generation somehow gave her a sense of familiarity.

Therefore,

She had just suppressed her urge to help and hid in the void to observe quietly, wanting to find out what was going on.

After regaining her footing, Murong Wanwan slightly raised her long, almond-shaped eyes, first subconsciously looking at the swirling mist in the air not far away, a faint trace of worry flashing in her eyes.

A moment later,

She withdrew her gaze, her cool eyes slowly settling on Xuanpan Zhenjun and Longhu Zhenjun below, who were silent and dared not make the slightest move.

The gentle warmth in her eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a chilling coldness.

Then, with an indifferent and authoritative air, as if looking down upon ants, she pressed down heavily on the two of them.

This also caused their spiritual energy to stagnate, making it extremely difficult for them to breathe.

A gentle breeze stirred the palace dress.

Murong Wanwan parted her thin lips slightly, her clear and melodious voice devoid of any emotion, indifferent and devoid of any warmth, slowly echoing throughout the void:

"Speak, why did you attack my junior?"

Xuanpan Zhenjun's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately stepped forward to take all the blame and protect his old friend.

But before he could speak, that clear, indifferent female voice rang out again, carrying an undeniable authority:

"Tell the truth without any concealment."

You are welcome to try and deceive me, and see if I have any secret method to distinguish truth from falsehood.”

These words struck him like a thunderbolt, and Dragon Tiger True Lord's heart tightened instantly, abandoning all hope.

He knew that the fact that this top-tier semi-saint had not killed them immediately was already a sign of mercy, leaving them their only chance to live.

If True Lord Xuanpan insists on taking sole responsibility and deliberately conceals the truth...

Once the other party sees through it.

Their last chance of survival will be completely extinguished.

Not daring to be negligent in the slightest, True Lord Dragon and Tiger immediately composed himself and recounted the cause and effect of the matter in detail.

Xuanpan Zhenjun, who was standing to the side, added details as appropriate.

The two men, far from showing any intention to shirk responsibility or evade accountability, repeatedly argued during their conversation.

They all tried their best to take the blame and motives for their actions, hoping to lessen the other party's guilt.

One person took full responsibility for all the mistakes made by the leader.

One person repeatedly defended and exonerated his old friend.

The arguments were earnest, frank, and sincere, without a trace of hypocrisy.

After the two finished speaking, the void returned to silence.

Murong Wanwan's eyes flickered slightly; she had completely grasped the whole story.

She felt a slight interest in these two Nascent Soul True Monarchs who, despite being in dire straits, remained inseparable and vied to protect each other.

She did not immediately issue a verdict, but stood silently in the void, her gaze deep and unwavering.

It seems they are considering how to handle the situation.

Seeing her remain silent, the two who had been arguing just moments before immediately fell silent and lowered their heads, not daring to utter a sound.

A strong sense of unease and anxiety lingered in their hearts.

They were tense, silently awaiting the final judgment of this semi-saint level expert.

I was filled with anxiety, unsure of what would happen to me.

The empty space is desolate, and the breeze is still.

A short while later,

Murong Wanwan's cool gaze slowly swept over the two people who looked anxious and tense. Her red lips parted slightly.

His voice was indifferent, yet carried an undeniable resolve:

“Today you have offended my juniors and bullied the younger generation. You should be severely punished to serve as a warning to others.”

The tone shifted slightly.

A slight hint of emotion flickered in her eyes, and her tone softened slightly:

"But you two confessed your crimes openly and treated each other with sincerity, which I am quite satisfied with."

I am not an unfeeling person; today I will give you a chance to choose—

Of the two of you, only one can leave this place alive.

As soon as he finished speaking,

Her gaze held a hint of amusement as she quietly looked down at the two people below.

She wanted to see what would happen when faced with this only way out, this life-or-death choice...

Was the deep affection that the two of them just displayed truly genuine?

Or is it a deliberately staged display of feigned deep affection?

It is about staying true to one's original aspirations and sacrificing oneself to protect friends.

Or will disaster strike and everyone scatter?

Life or death hangs in the balance.

There is only one chance.

Without the slightest hesitation, Xuanpan Zhenjun raised his eyes to look at his old friend beside him, his expression solemn and dignified, his eyes filled with guilt and determination, and spoke in a deep voice:

"My old friend, today's events are all because of me."

You're just being dragged down by me.

"This is the only way out, you take it!"

Upon hearing this, True Lord Dragon Tiger immediately shook his head slightly, his eyes unwavering, and replied frankly:

"Brother Dao, you are mistaken."

You possess exceptional talent, a steadfast Dao heart, and a vast path to immortality. Your future holds limitless possibilities, allowing you to go even further on the path of immortality.

As for me, my talent is mediocre, and my cultivation is destined to be stuck at the mid-Nascent Soul stage, unable to make any further progress.

They will either perish in the battles between cultivators in the future.

Either they exhaust their lifespan and pass away peacefully, leaving no future prospects.

His gaze was earnest, and his words sincere:

"Today I will die. You will live well, carrying my expectations, and ascend to a higher realm for me, to experience the grand scenery of the Great Dao that I will never have the chance to see in this life."

"Absolutely not!" True Lord Xuanpan resolutely rejected the idea, his tone filled with bitterness.

“My cultivation has plummeted, and I have fallen to the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, just like you.”

Whether he can break through the constraints again and further improve his skills remains to be seen.

You should not give in on this as an excuse.

Moreover, today's troubles originated from me.

If I were to live on, I would be tormented by guilt for the rest of my life, and my heart would be clouded by the dust of worldly desires.

Forget about breaking through to a higher realm; the chance of even returning to the late Nascent Soul stage has been completely severed!

The two exchanged words sincerely, each wanting to leave the other a way out, neither willing to back down even slightly, resulting in a stalemate.

In dire straits, there is no scheming, no betrayal.

Only the sincere friendship of sacrificing oneself to protect another.

Above the void, Murong Wanwan gazed silently at this scene.

At first, a faint hint of disappointment flickered deep in her almond-shaped eyes.

She had assumed that, faced with the ultimate temptation of life and death, everyone would become selfish and driven by self-interest.

The two will surely tear off their disguises, scheme against each other, and fight for survival.

But this disappointment was fleeting, coming and going in a hurry.

...(End of this chapter)