I Seek Immortality Through Serendipity

Under the care of Cen Qingqing, Gu Yuan put on a brand-new indigo Daoist robe woven with gold and silver threads and wore the jade hairpin. Then he gently touched her cheek before setting up his escape light and flying toward Shaoyang Hall.

In Shaoyang Hall, Master Tiandou and the other Golden Core cultivators were already standing in the hall, waiting for the two of them.

When Gu Yuan arrived, a beam of light descended from the sky, landing simultaneously with him.

The escape light dissipated, revealing a dazzling, spirited Daoist.

The Daoist robe he wore shone brilliantly, as if surrounded by a star river, his eyes sparkling, resembling a banished immortal descended from the heavens, ethereal and otherworldly, seemingly ready to break into the void at any moment.

Gu Yuan had always been extraordinarily handsome and tall, the focus of any crowd, but today, he was overshadowed.

The Master of Mount Jing’s features were as if carved by a blade and chisel, his eyes cold and clear like a pine on a mountain peak, already exceptionally good-looking. In addition to this star Daoist robe, Gu Yuan appeared quite ordinary in comparison.

"Senior Brother Feng, your demeanor is truly outstanding!"

Gu Yuan clasped his hands together and praised.

"Haha, this is exactly the effect I wanted. No matter what, today in this aspect, I have already won over you!"

The Master of Mount Jing laughed heartily, seemingly very pleased.

Seeing this, Gu Yuan also felt relieved at heart.

The Master of Mount Jing’s grace and demeanor did not belong to a narrow-minded person; today’s battle should not have too many surprises.

"Both junior brothers, are you ready?"

In Shaoyang Hall, Master Tiandou sat at the chief seat and asked the two outside the hall.

"To inform senior brother, everything is ready!"

The Master of Mount Jing answered first.

"If that’s the case, there’s no time to lose, let’s begin!"

Saying this, Master Tiandou glanced at Master Yanghua and the other three inside the hall, adding, "For this magical combat, early-stage Golden Core cultivators may join. If several junior brothers are interested, you may also participate, and the winner will gain the place to exchange factions!"

Master Yanghua and others saluted to show understanding, but remained silent.

"Junior Brother, the hall is small, not convenient for displaying skill, why don’t we have a duel above the clouds?!"

The Master of Mount Jing turned and said to Gu Yuan.

"I will follow Senior Brother’s arrangements!"

Gu Yuan had no objection.

"Then please!"

The Master of Mount Jing roared long, then his form transformed into a mass of azure light, rising high into the clouds.

Above the celestial vault, at a certain extreme, gang winds will arise.

These gang winds are extremely fierce, cutting flesh and scraping bones, even Golden Core cultivators cannot endure them. The higher you go, the more fearsome it becomes; only the Celestial Palace can long remain in the sky.

The escape light of the Master of Mount Jing soared all the way up without the slightest sign of slowing, directly rushing into the gang winds.

"Boom!"

The gang wind was like thunder, colliding with the protective magical power of the Master of Mount Jing, rumbling loudly, as if sparks were flying out.

But the Master of Mount Jing did not slow down, rising straight up, eventually stopping in the middle of the gang wind.

Here, the gang wind roared ceaselessly, like countless wind blades slicing through the void, shredding everything, extremely terrifying.

This was already the limit for an early-stage Golden Core cultivator to stand in the air.

To stand firm here, one must constantly release mana to resist the gang wind, heavily consuming mana.

But Gu Yuan was unafraid, following all along, finally stopping about a hundred zhang opposite the Master of Mount Jing.

"Junior Brother Gu, it is said that your mana is vast and boundless, you should not fear the gang winds here. Having the magical combat here, do you agree?"

The Master of Mount Jing asked loudly.

At this moment, Gu Yuan no longer concealed himself or played humble, laughing loudly, "I shall make Senior Brother submit in heart and word!"

"Good, good, good, such heart nature is how it should be!"

"These years, I’ve always heard of Junior Brother’s battle achievements, but never had the chance to fight. Today, as your elder brother, let me see if you live up to your reputation!"

With that, the Master of Mount Jing waved his sleeve, and a cyan Dharma Seal rose into the air, hovering above.

As soon as this seal appeared, the gang wind above the clouds seemed summoned, consciously converging together, instantly condensing into an invisible giant blade, slashing toward Gu Yuan.

The gang wind above the celestial vault, already fierce, is the power of heaven-earth. At this moment, being condensed by the Master of Mount Jing with mysterious techniques, its might surged dramatically, as if heaven and earth were furious, sending forth a wind tribulation.

Clearly, the Master of Mount Jing had cultivated wind attribute mysterious techniques; above the gang wind was his domain.

Yet Gu Yuan merely chuckled lightly, and a sword pill from his sleeve rose immediately into the air, twenty beams of sword light linked together, slaughtering mightily.

Having cultivated to this point, Gu Yuan understood that he could not be regarded as a pure sword cultivator.

However, the essence of sword techniques: speed, precision, severity, and multiplicity, he had comprehended deeply.

As soon as the sword pill was released, the unique mana within him surged forth like a raging river, bearing an endless momentum.

Swordsmen, are for slaying!

Straightforward action, sometimes even fiercer than agile dodges.

"Zing!"

Heaven and earth brightened, the twenty sword lights were fierce to the extreme, directly tearing through the void, shattering the wind blade.

Ten sword lights clashed with the wind blade, shattering with a roar, but the remaining ten sword lights continued irresistibly toward the Master of Mount Jing.

Moreover, the ten sword lights suddenly flickered in the air, abruptly transforming into twenty sword lights again.

Mana at Gu Yuan’s level allows, as long as a wisp of sword light remains unextinguished, to endlessly divide, maintaining a constant twenty sword lights, exceedingly fierce.

The expression of the Master of Mount Jing slightly changed.

He knew this Dharma Seal could not contend with Gu Yuan; it was merely a probe.

But the sharpness of Gu Yuan’s sword light exceeded his expectations.

The divine blade Dharma Seal, constituted by the gang wind of the celestial vault, was torn apart instantly; moreover, the sword light remained unchanged, slicing directly, even at a hundred zhang away, he felt an overwhelming chill.