Chapter 873: When have you ever done such a thing?

After pondering for a long time, Murong Ji redesigned the pattern of the Xuanhuojian and polished it for several years before deciding to return to Zhoushan and use the power of heaven and earth of Zhoushan to smelt the Xuanhuojian.

After practicing in the cave without day or moon, Murong Ji came to his senses and realized that it had been nearly a hundred years since he left Zhoushan.

He originally thought that it would only take a few decades to return to the peak state of his previous life, but now he has seen the innate sacred foundation.

It would probably not work if he practiced according to the way he practiced in his previous life. Murong Ji had already wasted so many years practicing according to his innate sacred foundation without even noticing.

Before he knew it, Murong Ji had broken through to the fourth level of Shangqing.

And Yunxiao is also at the stage of transformation.

Murong Ji found a place and survived the heavenly tribulation. Under the baptism of heaven, earth and thunder, he was transformed again.

This feeling of ascending to heaven step by step is very good. As long as I can steadily reach the eighth or ninth level of Shangqing, I will probably be able to reach the level of Daluo Jinxian.

After letting out a long breath, Murong Ji estimated that the fourth level of Shangqing should correspond to the realm of Taiyi Jinxian.

Rumor has it that if Taiyi Jinxian wants to make another breakthrough, he must have the Five Qis Converging to Origin and the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head. Only then can he be considered a Daluo Jinxian.

If this requirement is followed, the five energies in one's chest and the three flowers on top of one's head should have been condensed long ago.

Unfortunately, the Taiji Xuanqing Dao method and the orthodox Xuanmen cultivation method are two different cultivation systems. The five energies in Murong Ji's chest had already undergone a transformation when he broke through the Shangqing realm and turned into his own true essence.

The three flowers on the top of his head, essence, energy, and spirit, had transformed into the Pure Sword Lotus not long ago. Murong Ji stretched lazily, and he couldn't really tell how his current cultivation level was.

"Logically speaking, I should be a Daluo Jinxian."

In just a hundred years, they have reached this level. If the news were to be spread, it would shock the world. By then, the human race would probably be wiped out by everyone.

Murong Ji's expression became much more serious. The prehistoric world was suppressed by many mountains, and traveling through time and space was not easy.

In the past, when the Six Saints were not yet accomplished, the Golden Immortal might be able to jump around in space and time at will. But now that the Six Saints have completed the rules of heaven and earth, it would not be easy for them to run around in the long river of time and space.

The only proof is that time in the prehistoric world has become shorter.

According to Fuxi, the time and intensity of the Longhan catastrophe far exceeded that of the Wulich catastrophe.

Furthermore, Murong Ji could clearly feel that the former Golden Immortal could destroy a mountain at will, and the Demon Ancestor Rāhu, with his quasi-saint cultivation, could detonate the western earth veins.

Today’s quasi-saints cannot even blow up a mountain.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his mind. Murong Ji didn't care what others thought. He had the experience and foundation from his previous life. What he lacked now was the improvement of his life skills and sexual skills.

After changing into a new set of clothes, Murong Ji flew towards Wanshou Mountain on his sword.

Suddenly, my heart trembled and I had a bad premonition. I looked around hurriedly, but didn't feel anything was wrong.

It was this premonition that kept hinting to him that something was about to happen.

Murong Ji frowned. This subconscious feeling had saved him many times, but this time it was so agitated. He felt something was wrong, but he couldn't find a reason for it for a while, so he could only be careful.

Returning to Wanshou Mountain, I saw Yunxiao's state, the kind of person who was about to transform but was trying hard to suppress it, accumulating his strength.

Murong Ji breathed a sigh of relief, and when Zhao Gongming came back, he told them about his worries.

The rootless premonition of danger also made them feel a little stunned.

The three of them looked at each other, and then Zhao Gongming asked doubtfully: "Brother Jiang, are you too suspicious?!"

Murong Ji remained silent, staring at the futon in front of him, thinking carefully, wondering what the problem might be.

Yun Xiao glanced at Zhao Gongming, then at his two sisters who had not yet transformed. Not daring to take any risks, he said, "Let's go to another place. Since Daoist Brother Jiang has feelings, there must be a reason for it."

As he spoke, Murong Ji raised his head and looked at Yunxiao, somewhat surprised. He wondered when Yunxiao had come to trust him so much?
Thinking that she might be attracted to him, he felt strange in his heart. A beautiful woman threw herself at him, and he did not refuse, but... it would delay his practice.

Without saying anything more, they packed up their things and left the cave. After abandoning the cave, they found a place and rebuilt the cave.

As the days passed, the uneasiness and anxiety in Murong Ji's heart became more and more obvious. The arrival of danger did not change the situation just because they changed positions.

Zhao Gongming looked at Murong Ji who couldn't calm down. He was silent for a long time before he said, "How about we go find Daoist Fellow Hongyun? He is already a quasi-saint..."

Murong Ji was struck by lightning, and in an instant, he understood many things. Hong Yun was in disaster!
Now, only Hong Yun has not yet become a saint, and the wisp of Hongmeng purple energy in his hand has not been used and is still in his hands.

After thinking it through, Murong Ji suddenly calmed down and remained silent for a long time.

Yun Xiao looked worried: "What did Brother Jiang think of?! We...this disaster should befall Senior Hongyun?" Murong Ji nodded and said slowly: "The man is innocent, but he is guilty of possessing a treasure."

Zhao Gongming: “???!!!”

Murong Ji glanced at Zhao Gongming and Yun Xiao, then slowly said: "Pack your things immediately, we will leave the West..." After a moment of silence, he continued: "Let's go to the East Sea! Biyou Palace!"

If it was really as Murong Ji thought, Di Jun, Dong Huang and others would have already set up a killing plan against Hong Yun, and it might even implicate them.

Then only the saints can protect them.

The closest saints now were the two saints from the West. According to the legends Murong Ji knew, Hong Yun's death was planned by those two.

Murong Ji didn't dare to gamble, so he decided to go look for Shangqing Tongtian!

With their affinity with the Three Pure Ones, it should be possible to bless them.

Yunxiao seemed to have thought of something, understood something, opened his mouth, but in the end said nothing.

Seeing Murong Ji stand up and pack his things, he felt a little anxious, so he stood up and followed Murong Ji to pack.

She has not yet transformed. Although she has a body now, it is not a human form after all, and the things she can pack are limited.

Zhao Gongming also reacted at this time. The Hongmeng Purple Qi was still in Hongyun's hands, and he had not yet become a saint. The cause and effect of this were huge.

I don’t even know who the people I’m thinking of are!
"Brother Jiang! Brother Jiang...you..." Zhao Gongming shouted twice, and when he saw Murong Ji looking at him, he suddenly closed his mouth, stood up and packed up with Murong Ji.

These were all their accumulated assets, just some rotten herbs, but Murong Ji's miraculous alchemy skills turned them into resources for their practice.

They had pushed their foundation to this point. They were told to throw it away, but they couldn't bear to do so.

The three of them left the cave overnight. At this moment, Murong Ji had the highest level of cultivation, so he led the other two. Yunxiao held the jade beads that his two sisters lived in in his hands, and the three of them quickly disappeared into the night sky.

Zhao Gongming walked until dawn, when he suddenly stopped, sighed, and looked conflicted.

When he looked back and then at Murong Ji, his eyes were full of guilt and pleading.

He bowed to Murong Ji and said, "Brother Jiang, although we have known each other for a short time, we feel like old friends from the moment we met. I know that Brother Jiang is a reliable person."

"Fellow Daoist Hongyun has taken great care of my brother and me, taught us Daoist techniques, and taught us Daoist techniques. However, I abandoned him when we encountered this disaster. I really can't get over the pain in my heart."

"Therefore, I'll ask Brother Jiang to take care of my three sisters. I feel relieved to leave them to Brother Jiang!"

After he finished speaking, he bowed to Murong Ji very solemnly. Then, with a look of death on his face, he turned around and flew behind him.

Murong Ji was silent for a moment, and suddenly sighed again, as if he had expected it.

Yun Xiao looked at Zhao Gongming's back, bit her lip, turned to look at Murong Ji, and just as she was about to speak, she heard Murong Ji say, "Don't even mention entrusting your orphans to me. I can't take care of your two sisters. Let's go together."

Yunxiao's eyes lit up. The white porcelain doll-like skin, although not a human body, was exceptionally vivid. "I knew that fellow Daoist was also a thoughtful person."

Murong Ji was too lazy to listen to her nonsense. What had he not seen? He landed on the ground, found a hidden mountain range, and quickly set up a formation, hiding in the mountains and forests.

Then he flew up on his sword and chased after Zhao Gongming with Yunxiao.

After chasing for a long time, there was still no sight of Zhao Gongming. Murong Ji was a little surprised. Zhao Gongming seemed to have some magical power, and the speed of a gust of breeze was really not slow.

They came to the Fire Cloud Cave and Murong Ji knocked on the entrance of the cave. After Hongyun came out, he was a little surprised to see Murong Ji.

Murong Ji looked in the direction of the Fire Cloud Cave and saw Zhao Gongming sitting at the tea table.

Judging from their expressions, it was obvious that they had just explained the situation.

Taoist Hongyun looked surprised. He looked at Murong Ji and Yun Xiao and suddenly laughed, "Hahaha! Taoist friends are here! Hongyun is very lucky. Thank you for your concern. Come on, come on, have a seat and chat."

After sitting down, the four of them looked at each other, and Murong Ji sighed again. He didn't think he was a good person, but a typical villain. When had he ever done such a thing?

There is no benefit!

"Brother Zhao has already told me about this. When I first obtained this Hongmeng Purple Qi, I had anticipated that if I could not attain sainthood as soon as possible, I was afraid that something bad would happen to me."

Hong Yun said calmly, pouring a cup of tea for the other three.

"Nowadays, there are only a few people who have taken that step. If you think about it, you will know who is behind this. However, I have not been able to find the opportunity to become a saint, so there is nothing I can do."

(End of this chapter)