In Order to Live as an Immortal, I changed a martial artist world to a xianxia world

Chapter Eighty: So Many Cultivators Fighting Over Immortal Techniques?

Outside Xuantian Sword Sect

Half a month had passed.

Rather than dispersing, the number of warriors gathered outside Xuantian Sword Sect had only increased. Among them were both seasoned top-tier experts and martial novices of modest cultivation. Their purpose for gathering was simple—they wanted to see who would ultimately inherit the legacy of Xuantian Sword Sect. For the strongest among them, if the inheritor’s strength was not overwhelming, they would have the opportunity to seize the immortal techniques for themselves. As for the weaker martial artists, they entertained the idea of taking these inheritors as masters, believing that becoming their disciples would grant them access to the sect’s inheritance.

Faced with this situation, the Land Immortals of the five great dynasties frowned slightly.

However, the sheer number of warriors was too great to control. Thus, instead of outright dispersing the crowd, the dynasties focused on persuading these martial artists to join their ranks. Over time, while many refused to pledge allegiance to the dynasties, some chose to accept their offers, recognising the benefits of aligning themselves with a powerful force. A strong backer ensured an easier path forward—a concept they understood well.

Meanwhile, Yu Wentuo, who had been meditating, suddenly opened his eyes, his sharp gaze fixed on the entrance of the barrier.

“Something’s wrong!”

“Move away from the entrance immediately!”

His urgent command rang out, startling the warriors gathered near the barrier. Before they could react, a sudden change unfolded. The once-calm barrier trembled violently before rippling with powerful distortions.

Then, one after another, silhouettes of cultivators were forcefully ejected from within!

The sheer force sent those standing too close flying backwards, crashing heavily into the ground. The unexpected development left the entire assembly momentarily stunned.

“Son!”

“Rong’er!”

“Brother!”

The silence was swiftly broken as those outside Xuantian Sword Sect cried out in alarm.

In an instant, warriors rushed toward their kin and companions, checking on their well-being. Huang Yaoshi swiftly supported Huang Rong, his expression filled with concern. Though he did not understand why his daughter had suddenly appeared, he had been worrying about her safety ever since she entered Xuantian Sword Sect.

Now, seeing her unharmed, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“Father, I’m fine.”

Huang Rong exhaled deeply, a faint smile appearing on her lips. As she had been enveloped by that immense force and expelled from the barrier, she had come to a realisation.

She and the others who had been ejected had been deemed unworthy. Yet, what lingered in her mind was the sheer magnitude of the power that had expelled them. To cast out hundreds of cultivators in an instant—such an ability was nothing short of terrifying.

Meanwhile, many of the expelled cultivators were struggling to accept reality.

“Damn it!”

“Why were we expelled so soon?”

“I was just about to break through to the peak of Refining Essence into Qi! Just a little more time…”

“What’s Refining Essence into Qi compared to Qi Refining into Spirit Transformation? I had just touched the bottleneck for the latter when I was thrown out!”

Their frustration was evident.

In just half a month, their cultivation had advanced significantly. The fortunate ones had already obtained immortal cultivation techniques, becoming true cultivators. Even those less fortunate had benefited greatly from the sect’s rich spiritual energy, their martial abilities soaring. Now, being abruptly expelled from Xuantian Sword Sect had left them with an overwhelming sense of loss. Murong Fu stood among them, his expression dark. After being gravely injured by Shi Potian, he had spent his time recovering within a beast lair.

Only two days prior had he fully healed, thanks to the abundant spiritual energy. Yet, his cultivation remained stagnant, and he had not even glimpsed an immortal technique. The outcome left him seething with frustration.

“Young master!”

“Where is Feng Bo’e? Why isn’t he with you?”

Bao Butong approached Murong Fu, inquiring with concern.

“…Feng Fourth Brother… He’s dead.”

Murong Fu’s face darkened further as he spoke. Upon recovering, he had stumbled upon Feng Bo’e’s lifeless body. He knew that, had he intervened, Feng Bo’e might have survived. However, to him, a crippled warrior held no value. Thus, even as he witnessed his sworn brother’s corpse, Murong Fu felt no guilt.  Yet, before his subordinates, he could not reveal his true thoughts. Instead, he fabricated a story—Feng Bo’e had perished while seeking immortal techniques, slain by a demonic beast.

Bao Butong sighed in sorrow, trusting Murong Fu’s words without question. Meanwhile, grief and outrage spread throughout the crowd as warriors learned of the deaths of their kin.

“How could this be?”

“My son… he can’t be dead!”

“I don’t believe it! My elder brother can’t be gone!”

Cries of anguish erupted as the devastating news reached the ears of many. The gathering quickly descended into chaos, emotions running high. Yu Wentuo observed the turmoil with a troubled expression. Though he had not actively sought information from the expelled cultivators, their conversations revealed much.

To his astonishment, in just half a month, the cultivators who had entered the sect had undergone drastic transformations. Before entering, most had merely been Finger Mysticism Grandmasters. Now, he sensed multiple presences equivalent to Heavenly Phenomenon Grandmasters—and even several individuals comparable to Land Immortals.

These individuals had been expelled.

This begged the question—what about those who remain within the sect?

Is it truly wise to attempt seizing the immortal techniques from them?

Yu Wentuo was not the only one hesitating.

The Land Immortals of the other four dynasties, too, were beginning to waver.