Crafting an Immortal Race with Daily Hexagrams

At this moment, Qu Yunhe finally understood that the matter of secretly borrowing half of the Shen Family’s fortunes had been exposed.

As he watched the streams of light quickly closing in from behind, he immediately clasped his hands and said, "Fellow Daoist Shen, please forgive me. This was my fault."

"But I have paid the corresponding price, and I hope Fellow Daoist Shen can let it slide and allow me to take that spirit."

"I assure you, I will find a way to compensate the Shen Family in the future!"

Having already been tricked once by this old fellow, how could Shen Wen’an trust him again?

Facing Qu Yunhe’s pleading expression, ripples of a cyan hue had already appeared around Shen Wen’an!

In an instant, the Sword Intent of [Clear Lakes Containing Cyan Lotus] was unleashed!

The void within ten thousand feet of the stone pillar where the spirit was located became shrouded in his Sword Intent.

Those Southern Border Golden Core cultivators who had followed Qu Yunhe down all turned pale at the sight!

"Shen Wen’an, what are you doing!?"

"Do you intend to challenge more than ten of us Golden Core cultivators all by yourself!?"

"Isn’t the Shen Family uninterested in the spirit?"

"Everyone, attack together, we must kill him first!"

But seeing Shen Wen’an’s domineering Sword Intent blocking all paths, the many charging Golden Core cultivators roared in fury!

They had assumed Shen Wen’an only intended to stop Qu Yunhe, not that he would block them all above the void.

Shen Wen’an slowly raised the Dragon-Slaying Sword in his hand, his eyes devoid of any fear.

At this sight, those Golden Core cultivators blocked by the Sword Intent of the cyan lake immediately revealed a fierce glint in their eyes, exuding a strong killing intent!

For the sake of the spirit, these individuals were even willing to sacrifice their own disciples.

With the spirit so close at hand, anyone daring to stand in their way would become their mortal enemy.

The tension between the two sides was palpable.

Just as Shen Wen’an was about to be besieged by the crowd, several beams of sword light suddenly shot over from afar!

"Haha!"

"What courage young Wen’an has!"

"We Sword Cultivators must indeed behave this way!"

Before the sword lights arrived, hearty laughter reverberated in the void.

The next moment, six beams of Sword Aura dashed directly into Shen Wen’an’s cyan lake of Sword Intent, standing by his side.

They were the remaining six Sword Immortals of Cyan Ruo Sword House, sans Zhai Yuqing.

The one who had just spoken was naturally Liu Qixuan.

At this moment, he looked at Shen Wen’an with admiration and then nonchalantly glanced at the more than ten Southern Border Golden Core cultivators in the distance.

Meanwhile, those Southern Border cultivators became visibly serious upon seeing Liu Qixuan and Huang Lingshan with the others.

Golden Core Sword Immortals!

Six Golden Core Sword Immortals!

These Southern Border Golden Core cultivators had no idea where these Golden Core Sword Immortals had come from.

"Junior Brother Wen’an, leave this to us."

"Please, go ahead and retrieve the spirit."

Huang Lingshan stepped lightly through the void to Shen Wen’an and spoke softly.

After a moment’s hesitation, Shen Wen’an nodded gently.

Sword Cultivators are inherently somewhat stronger than other cultivators.

All six of Huang Lingshan’s group were at the late stage of Golden Core, and the heavy sword-bearing Qiu Wufeng might have even reached the Half-Step Purple Mansion Realm.

The six of them holding off these more than ten Southern Border Golden Core cultivators shouldn’t be an issue.

After cupping his hands towards Huang Lingshan and the others, Shen Wen’an immediately withdrew his Sword Intent and flew towards the stone pillar below.

Seeing this, Qu Yunhe and the others were instantly filled with anxiety.

Each looked at Huang Lingshan and Liu Qixuan, then at Shen Wen’an about to descend onto the stone pillar, before clenching their teeth and rushing after him!

"Huh!?"

"Do you think we don’t exist?"

Liu Qixuan coldly shouted, then suddenly slapped the wine gourd at his waist!

In the next moment, a massive torrent of clear wine gushed from the mouth of the gourd!

The wine gourd at Liu Qixuan’s waist wasn’t large, but it seemed to contain an entire immense lake!

The endless stream gushed forth, replacing the Sword Intent of [Clear Lakes Containing Cyan Lotus] that Shen Wen’an had previously used, blocking many Golden Core cultivators in mid-air!

"What terrifying Sword Intent!"

"This wine is all transformed from Sword Intent!"

"Who are these Sword Cultivators!?"

Qu Yunhe and his group, noticing the surging rivers around them, realized each drop was formed by minuscule Sword Intent swords, leaving them all astounded!

At the same time, Huang Lingshan also made her move.

Her goose-yellow long skirt fluttered without wind, while the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth swirled wildly behind her, gradually converging into a lush green bamboo swaying with the breeze.

"Everyone, just watch quietly."

"If you wish to spar, we are more than willing to accompany you."

Huang Lingshan’s voice was gentle, yet it clearly reached everyone’s ears present.

For a moment, the Southern Border Golden Core cultivators’ expressions turned grim.

They had fought life and death battles for this spirit, sacrificing countless of their subordinate cultivators.

Even when their distant sects in the Southern Border were besieged, they chose not to return for rescue.

Now, with the spirit taking shape before their eyes, being blocked outside and forced to watch it being taken away, how could they be reconciled?

After a brief moment of silence in the field, a black-robed elder from the Yin Corpse Sect spoke with a chilling voice, "The spirit concerns the life and death of our various forces."

"I don’t believe they are truly that strong!"

"As dignified Immortal Golden Cores, if we cower like this and are intimidated by a few words."

"Even if we survive, we’ll become a laughingstock!"

"I propose we join forces and first eliminate these people, then vie for the spirit using our skills. What do you say?"

Upon hearing these words, the rest exchanged glances.

"Kill them!"

"Even if there are grudges among us, we remain Southern Border cultivators!"

"At this time, we must unite!"