Immortal Father
Chapter 209 - 209 82 The Secret of Wei Yuan The Tragic End of Xu Sheng_3

209: Chapter 82: The Secret of Wei Yuan, The Tragic End of Xu Sheng_3 209: Chapter 82: The Secret of Wei Yuan, The Tragic End of Xu Sheng_3 “Father!

Will you face me in a contest today or not, please give me an answer!”

“You scoundrel, are you intent on burying these old bones of mine today?”

Xu Sheng seemed to stabilize his Dao heart and let out a gentle breath as he slowly stood up with the support of an immortal, his burly figure now somewhat hunched.

He said:

“Xuntian, I know you resent me for not saving her back then, I also know you hate me for not passing on the secret technique to you, for not allowing you to do as you wished.”

“But we are both artifact refiners, and as artifact refiners, you should understand what is taboo.”

“This obsession of yours has already taken hold; if you cannot let go, it will ruin you in this life, you…”

Xuntian Xu said indifferently, “Father, I’m only asking now, will you face me or not?”

“Ah, Tian’er, you think I do not understand?”

“You desire the position of Sect Leader simply to take possession of my entire life’s insights into artifact refining.”

Xu Sheng said with a bitter smile:

“Six thousand years ago, I forged the Wei Yuan Tower and placed all my insights into artifact refining within it, intending for it to preserve the path of artifact refining for our Wei Yuan Sect should disaster befall us after my departure.”

“But Xuntian, I did not pass on the spirit-attachment secret to you precisely because I could not pass it on to you!”

“It is taboo, a forbidden practice, bringing life from death, something the Heavenly Dao cannot tolerate!”

“Think about what you have done?”

“How many people, like you, have pointed their swords at their father’s neck, how many people, like you, have taken away the sect’s treasures and left without a word?”

“Because of this obsession of yours, Li’er has died and her Dao has perished; do you really want to force me, your father, to death and deliver the Wei Yuan Sect to others?”

“Hahaha!”

Xuntian Xu closed his eyes, his face suddenly twisted, tears in his eyes.

“Father, once this is over, I will take my own life before you, I will owe you nothing.”

“The Wei Yuan Sect is already unable to sustain itself; what difference does it make if it merges into the Forge-Heaven Gate?”

“Today, I only ask you, will you compete with me?

If I lose, I will sever my primordial spirit; if you lose, the Wei Yuan Sect will be mine.”

Suddenly, a cold laugh came from the side.

It was Li Dazhi who couldn’t help but say, “A sect does not belong to one person; it belongs to all disciples of all doors.

Friend, with such claims, where do you put all the friends of Wei Yuan Sect?”

“Shut up, you fatso!

Today it’s all because of you ruining my big plan!”

Xuntian Xu turned his head and glared angrily.

The next moment, over twenty Heavenly Immortals stood up behind Li Dazhi with a rustling sound, and their tremendous pressure overwhelmed Xuntian Xu.

Twelve Heavenly Immortals from the Forge-Heaven Gate rose to their feet together, resisting the pressure.

Mo Yunshen chuckled, “Friend, this is only a family matter of the Wei Yuan Sect; we outsiders should just watch.”

Li Dazhi slightly curled his lips: “If my son were so disobedient, I’d have to hang him up and beat him for three days and nights.

Family matters are family matters, official matters are official matters.

Without distinguishing between public and private, the sect cannot thrive.”

“Enough,” said Xu Sheng with a sigh and a bitter smile:

“Stop using the Wei Yuan Sect as a bargaining chip.

What you want is the spirit-attachment secret; let us compete then.

If I lose, the secret is yours.”

“But, Xuntian, they have been gone for a thousand years; even if you desperately maintained the remnants of their souls…

come on, come on!”

“I want to see!

What progress have you made in the art of artifact refining over these thousand years!”

The expressions of the immortals from Forge-Heaven Gate changed slightly.

Li Ping’an also felt a deep sense of emotion.

Elder Xu Sheng ultimately chose to concede for the sake of the sect, and today, the only way to properly resolve this matter was to bring out the secret of the enchanted sword.

Suddenly, a sword cry rang out and the great hall was illuminated with boundless celestial light.

Behind Xu Sheng appeared a completely white longsword, seamless from hilt to tip, seemingly containing limitless starlight within.

With the emergence of the sword, many loose cultivators outside the hall felt their spirits shaken with fear, while the immortals inside the hall revealed looks of wonder.

Some immortals of the Wanyun Sect quickly extended a wave of immortal power to envelop Li Ping’an and his three companions, so as to protect the four disciples from the spiritual pressure of the longsword.

The sword cultivator Gu Qingcheng couldn’t take his eyes off it.

“Father,” Xuntian Xu said with a wry smile, “your pride and joy still remains the Xingyin Sword forged ten thousand years ago, so you’ve lost.”

No sooner had he spoken than Xuntian Xu swept his sleeves, and the entire great hall was suddenly plunged into darkness.

A full moon rose from behind Xuntian Xu, displaying a laurel tree within it, beneath which an immortal wielded an axe to chop the tree.

In the moment the immortal swung the axe, an astral axe flew from his hand, and stars gathered to give it a corporeal form.

Shortly after, battle cries seemed to stir from afar!

Stars fell and the moon descended, filling the space between heaven and earth with shades of crimson.

An astral axe hovered behind Xuntian Xu, emitting a thick aura of dominance.

The spiritual pressure of the Xingyin Sword rose again, and a faint figure of a fairy appeared on it, as if standing atop a glacial peak.

Behind the astral axe, the silhouette of a burly and wild man appeared; as the man’s eyes opened, the fairy’s silhouette seemed to fade slightly.

Spit—

Elder Xu Sheng suddenly bowed his head and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his eyes showing a trace of shock.

“Master!”

“Grandmaster, what’s wrong with you!”

With a slight wave of his hand, Xuntian Xu caused the astral axe to return to his sleeve.

“Father, you’ve lost.”

Xu Sheng seemed to age thousands of years in an instant, sitting powerlessly in his chair.

In the corner, Li Ping’an sighed.

Grandmother Linghua transmitted her voice asking, “Is there a way to deal with this?”

“We can’t simply take your Shape-Shifting Technique for nothing,” Li Ping’an said with a smile, patting the shoulder of the immortal standing in front of him.

The immortals of the Wanyun Sect took the hint and immediately cleared a pathway.

With two steps, Li Ping’an had attracted the attention of many onlookers both inside and outside the hall.

Even with Golden Immortals hiding in their sleeves, he didn’t need to concern himself with the pressure all around; he looked straight ahead, his gaze fixed on Xuntian Xu.

“You skinny dead man!”

Li Ping’an said calmly:

“But to win by cheating, and still dare to argue about winning or losing with Elder Xu Sheng?”

Xuntian Xu narrowed his eyes slightly: “How dare you, a mere Merge True, speak so boldly?”

“I am at the Merge True realm because my time in cultivation is short, not because I will always remain at Merge True,” Li Ping’an said with a sheepish smile, “haven’t you wondered why Elder Xu Sheng would rather pass the secret of the enchanted sword onto me and not to you?”

“What!”

Xuntian Xu’s eyes were full of rage.

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