Cultivating Immortality, Starting from Childhood Sweethearts

Xia He was startled—he hadn’t expected that Xu Ming’s target was actually the Tianxuan Mirror.

With a swing of his longsword, a Nine-Headed Sun-Devouring Serpent emerged from behind Xia He—this was his Fatian Xiangdi (Law of Heaven and Earth).

The serpent let out a series of hisses and lunged toward Xu Ming at an incredible speed. Its massive form covered the sky, and in just a moment, it had already closed in on Xu Ming.

Xu Ming swung his sword, unleashing the Grass Script Sword Technique, a technique renowned for its devastating power. His sword aura was sharp and ruthless, sending chills down the spines of the many cultivators watching from Baiquan (Hundred Springs) Plains.

In their eyes, it was as if they were witnessing the return of that peerless sword cultivator from thousands of years ago—the one whose very name was avoided in conversation.

Back when that sword cultivator roamed the world, all other sword cultivators seemed insignificant in comparison, as if no matter how far they advanced, they could never reach his level.

Sword cultivators were powerful—some were even called Sword Immortals.

But that man—he could only be called Sword God.

In an instant, three of the serpent’s heads were severed by Xu Ming’s sword.

Yet, his seemingly plain sword strikes carried overwhelming power.

His every movement was devoid of unnecessary flourish—everything was solely for one purpose: to kill.

Xu Ming did not engage in a direct battle with Xia He’s Fatian Xiangdi. Instead, he merely delayed it, preventing it from approaching him.

Xia He grew increasingly anxious.

The sheer destructive power of Xu Ming’s sword technique was one thing.

But another, even more troubling issue was—Xu Ming was too fast.

His movement technique was bizarre—eerily similar to that infamous thief who had once shaken the world a thousand years ago.

Even Xia He’s Law Manifestation at the Immortal Realm couldn’t keep up with him.

Just then, one of the remaining serpent heads let out a piercing hiss toward the sky.

Xia He abandoned his attempts to entangle Xu Ming any further.

The clouds split open, and a bolt of divine lightning crashed down toward Xu Ming.

Xia He knew that a single lightning strike alone would not be enough to stop Xu Ming from reaching the Tianxuan Mirror.

To ensure success, two of the remaining six serpent heads unleashed their strongest techniques—one spewed True Flame, while the other summoned Luo River Water. Ꞧ𝒶ɴΟᛒЁʂ

Lightning, water, and fire—three destructive forces, each carrying devastating power, all converged upon Xu Ming. These were the most formidable techniques that Xia He’s Law Manifestation could unleash.

This was the highest form of respect he could give to Xu Ming.

After all, Xu Ming had continuously surprised everyone—so much so that Xia He felt an overwhelming sense of unease.

It was as if his grand plan was destined to fail at Xu Ming’s hands.

As long as Xu Ming was alive, Xia He would never know peace.

And, just as Xia He had feared—another unexpected event occurred.@@novelbin@@

However, this time, the one who caused the surprise was not Xu Ming, but Wang Xuan!

A massive butterfly, with twelve pairs of wings, streaked through the air at astonishing speed toward Xu Ming.

It moved even faster than the lightning descending from the sky.

The enormous butterfly spread its wings, enveloping Xu Ming like an impenetrable barrier.

A sense of absolute safety washed over Xu Ming. He entrusted his life entirely to the butterfly, focusing solely on reaching the Tianxuan Mirror.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Lightning, fire, and water all crashed into the Neon Cloud Butterfly that shielded Xu Ming.

Yet, Xu Ming remained completely unscathed.

“Wang Xuan!” Xia He turned in shock, roaring in fury.

That butterfly—it was Wang Xuan’s Law Manifestation!

But she was supposed to be trapped!

How had she broken free?!

Wang Xuan merely hovered in the air, gazing at Xia He with calm, indifferent eyes.

In her gaze, there was nothing but contempt.

The ten elders who had been restraining Wang Xuan—three of them now wielded their swords, striking down their own comrades.

Xia He could hardly believe it.

He had carefully selected these ten individuals, believing them to be utterly loyal—people who would never betray him.

Yet, at this critical moment, three of them had chosen to stand with Wang Xuan.

And for Wang Xuan, three traitors were more than enough.

While the remaining elders struggled to keep Wang Xuan restrained, those three merely had to unsheathe their swords and cut down three of their comrades.

With just three swift kills, the number of cultivators binding Wang Xuan was reduced to four.

Four was far too few to maintain the formation.

Wang Xuan broke free with ease.

At the same moment, under the protection of Wang Xuan’s Law Manifestation, Xu Ming finally reached the Tianxuan Mirror.

But as he drew closer, the mirror’s divine radiance flared, repelling him.

Xu Ming frowned. He hadn’t expected this.

Mo Zhuer had only told him to seize the Tianxuan Mirror when the chance arose.

He had assumed that as long as he overcame Xia He, the mirror would be his.

Never did he anticipate that the Tianxuan Mirror itself would reject him.

No one told me about this!

“Hahahaha…” Xia He burst into laughter.

“You fools! Did you really think the three immortal weapons of Tianxuan Sect could be taken so easily? I am the sect master! They recognize me and me alone!”

With a wave of his hand, Xia He turned the Tianxuan Mirror slightly, angling its reflective surface directly at Xu Ming.

“Not good!”

Xu Ming’s heart tensed—something felt terribly wrong.

Threads of spiritual energy emerged from the mirror, coiling around his limbs and neck, trying to drag him into the mirror.

Seeing this, Wu Yanhan and Qin Qingwan, despite knowing they were far weaker in cultivation, instinctively rushed toward Xu Ming without hesitation.

“Aiya, aiya… Looks like you all still need me after all.”

Just as Wu Yanhan and Qin Qingwan were halfway to Xu Ming, a veiled woman in a black maid’s dress suddenly appeared behind him.

She pressed herself tightly against him, wrapping her arms around him.

Mo Zhuer.

Her soft, delicate hands reached for the back of Xu Ming’s right hand.

Leaning in close, her lips brushed against his ear, her warm breath sending a shiver through him.

“Don’t worry… I will always be by your side. You can trust me completely.”

As her words fell, Xu Ming felt it.

Her spiritual energy was flowing seamlessly into him—completely unimpeded, as if his body were an extension of hers.

Then, it clicked.

He understood.

He and Mo Zhuer had cultivated together too many times.

Their Daos had already begun to intertwine—almost as if they were Dao Companions.

“Go.”

Through her veil, Mo Zhuer planted a kiss on Xu Ming’s cheek.

Then, as she stepped away, she hurled a mystical bead toward the Tianxuan Mirror.

The mirror reacted instantly, unleashing a counterattack that shattered the bead into dust.

But the moment the bead disintegrated, its fine powder coated the mirror.

In an instant, the energy threads extending from the mirror snapped.

Xu Ming wrapped his sword aura around his hand and seized the Tianxuan Mirror.

A searing pain shot through him—his palm felt as though it was burning away.

But he gritted his teeth and held on.

Then, with all his strength—

He hurled the Tianxuan Mirror toward Sanshi Peak.