Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

"If this continues, then the spirit stone in the storage bag won't be able to hold on for much longer. But if it only absorbs the Spirit Aura here, then its speed will be much slower."    

    

With the density of the Spiritual Force in the Chiang Country, his cultivation speed would probably only be a tenth of what he absorbed from the spirit stone. Such a huge gap was obviously hard to accept for him, who was currently growing at a rapid rate.    

    

There were a total of twenty-six spirit stone in the storage bag. Excluding the one that he had just consumed, he could only use it for twenty-five days.    

    

"Sigh... I hope I can find a way when I reach the capital of the Chiang Country, otherwise..."    

    

He shook his head and took out another spirit stone. Just as he put it in his hand, he frowned and looked in a direction thoughtfully.    

    

"There are cultivators?"    

    

He muttered to himself. As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the carriage stop. There were even sounds of horse hooves outside the window.    

    

Yang Xuan was shocked. He put away the spirit stone and pulled open the curtain to look outside.    

    

There was a carriage in front of him. It was the carriage of the person from the capital city. At this moment, he could vaguely see that the front of the carriage was blocked by someone. On both sides of the carriage were soldiers escorting it.    

    

Yang Xuan had a thought and the surrounding situation was immediately imprinted in his heart.    

    

At this moment, the carriage was surrounded by a group of people. They seemed to have a lot of people. There were at least a hundred of them and they extended all the way to outside of his detection range.    

    

He frowned slightly, pulled open the curtain, and walked out.    

    

At the same time, the person from the capital also happened to walk out of the carriage. He walked to the front of the convoy and confronted the group of people.    

    

"Who are you? How dare you block the carriage in the middle of the road?"    

    

The difference in numbers between the two sides was too great, so he did not have much confidence. When he spoke, his words became much softer.    

    

"Who are we? Hehe, what, can't you tell? Or... "    

    

A long saber suddenly came out of its sheath and was placed on the man's neck.    

    

Yang Xuan was shocked and took two steps forward.    

    

He saw that the people surrounding the motorcade were all dressed in ragged clothes. As for their appearances, they were tall, short, fat and thin. They were all different.    

    

In front of the person who came from the capital city, there was a burly man riding on a horse. He had a ferocious expression and there was quite a bit of stubble on his chin.    

    

The long blade in his hand was pressed against the person's neck, and a trace of red slowly flowed along the snow-white blade.    

    

"Bandits?"    

    

Yang Xuan raised his eyebrows and asked tentatively.    

    

The big man with the long knife suddenly turned his head and glanced at Yang Xuan. He sneered and said, "It seems that there is a wise man. Alright, you go and take out all the valuable things. Grandpa will let you go."    

    

“ Oh? Is that so?"    

    

Yang Xuan looked around calmly, and a cold smile appeared on his face.    

    

"How dare you commit murder in broad daylight? You guys sure have some guts."    

    

"Stinking brat, what are you talking about?!"    

    

A man beside him rode a horse and rushed to Yang Xuan's front. His face was full of ruthlessness as he swung his blade at Yang Xuan.    

    

This man's attack was extremely decisive, and his long blade was aimed straight at ___'s neck. There was no way he could survive this attack.    

    

Yang Xuan coldly harrumphed. His hand was instantly wrapped up by the Spiritual Force. After that, he raised his hand high and grabbed at the long blade. A soft sound was heard, as if metal had collided with metal. The blade was instantly grasped in his hand.    

    

Before the robber could react, Yang Xuan exerted a little force and pulled the long blade away from his right hand. Then, he threw it aside.    

    

This scene happened in the blink of an eye.    

    

When the robber stopped, he was shocked and quickly looked to Yang Xuan's side.    

    

The blade had already been twisted. The middle part of the blade had been twisted into a ball by a huge force, like a fried dough twist.    

    

This scene frightened the robber. He stared at Yang Xuan in shock, his lips trembling. He pointed at the knife on the ground with one hand, but he could not say a word for a long time.    

    

This scene stunned many people in the surroundings. They looked at each other, but none of them dared to step forward.    

    

"Yo, you actually have some skill."    

    

The leading man took back the long blade in his hand. He no longer paid attention to the man who came from the capital. Instead, he sized Yang Xuan up with interest, and a smile emerged on his face.    

    

"May I ask if you are an Immortal Master?"    

    

He dismounted from his horse and slowly walked towards Yang Xuan. He dragged the long knife in his hand on the ground and drew a long line.    

    

The troops surrounding them all retreated a distance with a tacit understanding. They looked like they were taking pleasure in ___'s misfortune, as if they were waiting to see a good show.    

    

"You are also a cultivator!"    

    

Without answering the burly man's question, Yang Xuan frowned slightly and pulled out the Longevity Sword from behind him.    

    

He had sensed a wave of ripples from the Spiritual Force when he was in the carriage. When the man got closer, the ripples from the Spiritual Force immediately became stronger.    

    

When he said this, the burly man laughed loudly and stopped two or three meters away from Yang Xuan. He nodded and said, "That's right, I'm also a cultivator. However, I prefer people calling me Immortal Master."    

    

"Is that so?"    

    

Yang Xuan's expression was calm as he stared into the big man's eyes. "Sir, are you going to fight me?"    

    

"I have no choice. Although my subordinates are not bad, it is still somewhat difficult for them to deal with an Immortal Master."    

    

The large man had a ferocious face. When he spoke, his tone was a little gentle, and he seemed to have an excellent disposition.    

    

Yang Xuan lowered his head. His expression was slightly grave, as if he was deep in thought.    

    

This time, the person who came from the capital could not sit still anymore. After shaking his teeth, he stood up and said in a deep voice, "This Immortal Master Yang was invited by His Majesty. It doesn't matter if I give you the gold and silver in this caravan. However, if you offend Immortal Master Yang, it will be a slap to His Majesty's face. "    

    

His words were both soft and hard. After all, for ordinary robbers, since they could get the money, there was no need to fight to the death with the entire Chiang Country.    

    

However, the burly man sneered. He stared at Yang Xuan and said without turning his head, "Is that so? Why do I feel like you still don't understand the situation? If all of you are dead, we won't be in any trouble. "    

    

As soon as he finished speaking, a white light appeared on the long blade in his hand. That white light continued to linger around. Finally, it actually wrapped around his entire body in a faint layer.    

    

Yang Xuan raised his head and glanced at the big man. Then, he looked at the man who came from the capital city.    

    

"You have to think clearly. If you attack me, there will be no turning back."    

    

His voice was cold, which shocked the big man.