"A letter from the Xiao Family has arrived."
An Siwei presented the letter with both hands, giving a pale cyan small envelope to Li Qinghong, who felt its softness, as if holding fabric silk.
'Even their letters are made of so kind of Spiritual Cloth... It's befitting of the Immortal Clan of the Xiao Family.'
Bowing, An Siwei retreated, and Li Qinghong unfolded the envelope, reading:
'Guitu Bai: Liaohe is located in the cold and harsh Liao Territory of Northern Yan. Xiao Clan knows little of it, never heard of Liaohe Temple, only that Buddhism started from here, with many ascetics who are very strict with the doctrines. Cultivators often can't enter, nor are there any with Great Divine Abilities.'
'Nowadays, Buddhist Practitioners practice the Seven Aspects, which greatly diverges from the Liao Territory's thods.'
"Northern Yan."
Li Qinghong put away the letter and, caressing the handle of her gun, suddenly noticed the Great Formation tremble as a young man in black stepped through, landing on the mountain peak.
"Qinghong."
"Brother!"
Seeing Li Yuanjiao descending directly, Li Qinghong knew he must have co with a Mirror, handed over her letter, and Li Yuanjiao, with a serious face, softly said,
"Let's go down the mountain to et them."
The two rode the wind out of the Great Formation, and there was a monk carrying a log of redwood, using his hands as a knife to split it into several pieces, ticulously polishing them, with wood chips scattering in the wind.
Seeing a man and a woman descend at the foot of the mountain, the man in a black robe grave and solemn, and the woman in white spirited and valiant, Kongheng put down his redwood and hurriedly stood up:
"The monk Kongheng greets the Daoist Master!"
Li Yuanjiao's expression was calm as he responded:
"I am Li Yuanjiao. If the Mage has a request, please speak."
After making a bow, Kongheng said,
"Unworthy of being called 'Mage,' this humble monk happens to be passing by, only hoping to lodge here for a while and offer my service as a Guest Elder."
Li Yuanjiao chuckled and looking steadily into Kongheng's calm and clear eyes, said politely,
"A high monk from a great monastery, our ho is humble and might neglect a distinguished guest. Half a month's journey east from here is the Immortal Clan of the Xiao Family—perhaps you should go and visit there."
Kongheng shook his head helplessly and reluctantly said,
"This monk wishes to cultivate here in the Noble Family's territory for a while. Should there be anything within the monk's ability, please do not hesitate to ask, Daoist Master."
Seeing that Kongheng was determined to stay despite not recognizing the proper course of action, Li Yuanjiao was montarily taken aback, and Li Qinghong, raising her eyebrows, said firmly yet with an undertone of softness,
"If you don't clarify your intentions, monk, how can my family dare to keep you?"
Kongheng bowed his head, ekly answering,
"This monk has a destined calamity that should occur within this Noble Family's territory. Be assured, benefactor, the monk does not practice the Seven Aspects..."
In the midst of his vague explanations, Li Qinghong and Li Yuanjiao were not willing to let it go; suddenly, a thunderous noise rang out from the sky:
"Boom!"
Black clouds surged from the town, with screams rising one after another. The clouds swiftly moved across the town, gushing down streets and alleys, accompanied by raucous laughter.
Feeling a warmth in his chest, Li Yuanjiao's expression darkened as he shouted,
"Devil Cultivators!"
With a swift action, a Talisman flew out from his sleeve, soaring into the sky and igniting a deep red fla. In an instant, the Great Formations from all the Five Mountains of the Li Family activated, with colorful barriers appearing among the mountains.
He placed his hand on the Green Ruler Sword, becoming imdiately suspicious. His gaze lingered for a mont on the equally startled monk before becoming wary,
'Buddhist Practitioners are always so calculating. Just when Kongheng arrives, Devil Cultivators appear... Could this be deliberate, part of so sche gone wrong!'
His gaze only paused for a brief mont before he heard a loud laughter:
"Hahaha, quite a quick reaction!"
The leading Demonic Qi was already charging towards them. From within the mist, a loud and robust voice echoed, as twisting strands of white Qi flowed around a shadowy figure.
A Devil Cultivator in black strode forward, at the Qi Cultivating Peak, and without waiting to stand firm in front of Li Yuanjiao, he struck with a palm and laughed,
"Where is that rat, Li Xuanxuan? He humiliated greatly; now, I shall seek my revenge!"
Li Yuanjiao had heard from Li Xuanxuan about the incidents in the marketplace and instantly realized this person's Cultivation Technique was extraordinary, with white Qi that erodes flesh and blood—difficult to deal with.
The Green Ruler Sword leapt out, resounding with a piercing arc of Sword Qi, colliding with the white Qi, wiping out several strands and pressing towards the face of the Devil Cultivator surnad Qiu.
"Foundation Establishnt Magical Instrunts?!"
Seeing his usually invincible Spells being repelled, the Devil Cultivator was amused rather than alard. A greedy gleam flashed in his eyes as he shattered the approaching Sword Qi with a palm, laughing,
"Worthy of the Sword Immortal Family, even a Qi Cultivator has a Foundation Establishnt Magical Instrunt. Truly extravagant!"
As his words fell, the sound of thunderclap roared:
"Boom!"
It was Li Qinghong striking without a word, as the Du Ruo Spear, carrying a purple shadow of a Swimming Dragon, shattered the space, heavily smashing down. Qiu, the Devil Cultivator, gathered white Qi in his hand, striking the side of the spear, creating an intense explosion.
"Another Foundation Establishnt Magical Instrunt!"
With familiar foes before her, envy glead in her eyes. Li Yuanjiao's sibling Li Yuanyun had died by this man's hand. Li Qinghong, expression grave and silent, fought with all her might, her Spear Technique smooth, a series of attacks hitting the man.
Unaware that the diocre mortal he had carelessly killed was her younger brother, Qiu, the Devil Cultivator, however, noticed the deep hatred on the Female Cultivator's face. Parrying her attacks with a contemptuous look, he said,
"Do you really think I am one of those weaklings produced by the Blood Fiend Scripture, who only know how to run and not fight? A re Thunderbolt, what can it do to ? If you had used so Spell, I might have feared you sowhat..."
Though he said so, he indeed found Li Qinghong to be slightly troubleso; with Li Yuanjiao joining in with his sword, he could only defend against their offense, being restricted to defense for the mont.
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