The Immortal Sword Mountain Range were surrounded by towering peaks and dense jungles, a place known for its rich treasures—elixirs, spirit beasts, and Spirit Stones.
Throughout the land of Eastern Wasteland, these mountains were famous.
It is rumored that there is a fairy sword in the very center of the mountain range.
"Whoosh!!!"
A piercing sound broke the silence of the forest. With the sound, the nearby woods swayed, and the green leaves fell one after another.
There were even a few low-grade spirit beasts of the first rank, who left this place one after another after being frightened.
A young figure dashed through the jungle, his body moving with swift grace, as if the trees themselves were retreating before him.
His face was stern, his eyes were like Stars, his face was determined, and there was a faint line of sweat on his forehead.
The light blue robe was tightly attached to his chest, and a powerful wave of Spirit Power circulated continuously on his body.
With each step, his black boots left deep marks in the soft earth.
In his right hand, he held a long sword that glowed faintly with a soft, magical light.
At this time, Xiao Xuan indifferent expression was slightly nervous.
However, gazing at the elixir in his left hand, a look of joy appeared on his face again.
"With Xuan Huang grass, grandpa can extend his life for one year."
Xuan Huang grass, a second-tier low-grade elixir, was known for its ability to extend a person's life by one year if consumed. Its age was twenty years, and it was a rare find.
Xiao Xuan tightened his grip on the elixir, his heart filled with the hope of helping his grandfather.
Suddenly, an annoying voice rang out behind him.
"Hand over the Xuan Huang grass, and I'll spare your life!"
The indifferent voice, carrying a powerful wave of Spirit Power, resounded throughout the forest.
Following the sound of the sound, the entire forest suddenly became restless, and more and more spirit beasts fled in all directions, as if a big war was about to break out here.
Xiao Xuan brow furrowed.
His right hand tightened around the sword, and his pace quickened. He knew that, despite his strength now, he was no match for Chen Damrong, who stood at the ninth level of Qi Refining.
A cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining was far stronger than one in the middle stage, like himself.
The gap between them, both in Spirit Power and combat experience, was vast. Chen Damrong, coming from a Foundation Establishment family, also had superior equipment, making the situation even more dire for Xiao Xuan.
Unless he managed to break through to the seventh level of Qi Refining and used his hidden trump cards, he stood little chance against the older cultivator.
Xiao Xuan glanced back, his pupils shrank in surprise.
Chen Damrong was already only a hundred meters behind him. For someone at the ninth level of Qi Refining, that distance was almost nothing—it would be closed in a few moments.
At this time, Xiao Xuan glanced at Chen Damrong, and then again looked forward. About 500 meters ahead, there was a deep pool.
He had a faint feeling in his heart that he could survive on this deep pool.
Xiao Xuan has had a feeling since he was a child, and this feeling makes him go forward indomitably on the path of cultivation.
Moreover, you can pick up good things everywhere when you go out, such as first-tier elixir, first-tier spirit fish, and lower-tier Spirit Stones.
That's why Xiao Xuan was able to advance to the sixth level of Qi refining at the age of fifteen and became the most talented disciple of the Xiao family.
With the improvement of the Cultivation Base, the quality of the things he picked up is getting better and better. He believes that there must be good things waiting for him here.
"Humph!!!"
"Struggling is useless!!!" Chen Damrong's voice grew louder, his tone dripping with arrogance and malice.
However, Xiao Xuan knew that now was not the time to talk about it, and saving his life was the most important thing.
He knew that own's fate was not only owned by own, but also belonged to the Xiao family.
"boom!!!"
When Xiao Xuan heard Chen Damrong's harsh words, he not only ignored him, but also quickly operated the Spirit Power in his body, and the speed under his feet increased a bit.
The whole person left afterimages in the forest and ran towards the deep pool.
At this time, Chen Damrong felt a little angry in his heart, and the Spirit Power in his body gushed out, and he galloped forward.
Originally, he thought that it would be effortless to deal with a kid at the sixth level of Qi Refining, not only could he vent his anger, but he could also get Xuan Huang grass.
However, the kid in front of him, after seeing him for the first time, turned his head and ran away without saying a word.
What made him even more irritating was that this kid was actually a wind attribute Spirit Power, that is to say he was a wind attribute Spiritual Roots.
Wind attribute Spiritual Roots, although not comparable to other special Spiritual Roots, are relatively rare compared to Five Elements Spiritual Roots.
Moreover, the wind attribute Spiritual Roots is a must for running.
If the cultivator of other Spiritual Roots, with his Cultivation Base of Qi Refining Level 9, would have caught up long ago.
But now, after chasing for a quarter of an hour, he finally saw the back of the other party, which really made him angry.
After a while, Xiao Xuan's eyes suddenly opened up, and an open space around the deep pool appeared in his field of vision.
A gleam of joy flashed in Xiao Xuan's eyes, and then he frowned.
Because, he felt the majestic Spirit Power fluctuating behind him, that strong sense of oppression from Chen Damrong.