Chapter 145: Assaulting the Immortal Master (Please Vote Monthly)

Repelling the Qi Refinement Stage Ninth Level martial cultivator, Xu Xuan remained composed and unhurried. As he retreated, his figure gently brushed against the graceful silhouette of Bi Yue behind him. A faint, elegant fragrance wafted forth, intoxicating and uplifting his spirit and vitality.

The two stood back to back, their bodies pressed close, effectively blocking the Eastern family's martial cultivators from attacking from either side.

“Thank you, Brother Xuan.”

Zhang Yuhan revealed a hint of surprise, a subtle blush coloring her exquisite, porcelain-like face. Yet her beautiful eyes flickered toward the fierce battle not far off between Zhang Kuang and the demonic cultivator youth, her delicate brows furrowing with deep concern.

Xu Xuan stepped forward to assist, truly relieving her plight. As the eldest daughter of the Zhang family, she was easily targeted by the Eastern family's young disciples.

“Don’t be alone.”

The handsome youth behind her spoke clearly, without a trace of agitation, his gaze fixed steadily on the startled Qi Refinement Stage Ninth Level martial cultivator ahead.

“Mm.”

Zhang Yuhan displayed a rare obedient demeanor, her heart racing as their skin made contact for the first time with another male. Her body softened, yet she felt the youth behind her was like a solid steel plate radiating warmth. He showed no special reaction, leaving onlookers astonished: was this truly a flesh-and-blood youth? He remained unmoved even before Huanglong’s most beautiful woman, a gentle and tender jade.

“Miss, I’m here to help!”

At that moment, another Qi Refinement Stage Ninth Level immortal cultivator from the Zhang family arrived, forcing the Eastern family’s martial cultivator to retreat.

Only then did the two separate. The cold, calm rationality in Xu Xuan’s eyes gradually faded.

Across the field, the battle between the black-robed demonic cultivator and Zhang Kuang grew fiercer. The latter clearly showed signs of defeat, uncertain how long he could hold.

“Brother Xuan, if Zhang Kuang loses, I’m afraid the Zhang family will struggle to turn the tide. Brother Feng is unlikely to overcome Eastern Ba, so a stalemate is the ideal scenario.”

Zhang Yuhan’s face revealed worry as she cast a questioning look toward Xu Xuan, softly asking, “Others cannot intervene in battles between Spirit Refinement Stage immortal cultivators. How confident are you...?”

Xu Xuan naturally understood her meaning. If Zhang Kuang were defeated, the rivalry between the two clans might tip overwhelmingly to one side.

“Interfere in a Spirit Refinement immortal’s battle? Yuhan, you seem even bolder than I am!” Xu Xuan expressed mild surprise. Although he had briefly clashed with Spirit Refinement Stage immortals before—even killing one—each time had been perilous.

“I have faith in you, Brother Xuan. Every time, you surprise me, creating miracles. I believe this time will be no different.”

Zhang Yuhan smiled gracefully, her refined and stunning face like a half-bloomed moonlit flower, almost able to stem the Eastern family’s onslaught. Her poetic, autumn-water eyes quietly fixed on Xu Xuan.

Had this been any other young talent in Huanglong City, hearing such words would likely ignite their blood, making them willing to brave any hardship.

“Heh, Yuhan is truly Huanglong’s most beautiful woman. Today, I shall act fully for her smile,” Xu Xuan said with a carefree smile, his expression calm. Yet he cast a meaningful glance at Zhang Yuhan before decisively retreating.

Zhang Yuhan’s heart fluttered inexplicably. Xu Xuan’s frank and easy words stirred both blush and a touch of melancholy within her. His nature was unlike that of an ordinary sixteen-year-old—he saw right through her feelings.

Suddenly, Xu Xuan distanced himself from Zhang Yuhan and approached the area of the ancient footprint relics. Yet now was not the best time to intervene in the Spirit Refinement immortal battle. Instead, he pressed toward the Qi Refinement Stage Eighth Level martial cultivator he had previously injured.

“Ah!”

The cultivator’s scalp tingled with fear, his face showing hesitation and retreat.

Xu Xuan remained steady, cautious not to delve too deeply into enemy lines, sensing that Eastern Ba, bearing a scar nearby, occasionally glanced at him with flashing cold light.

“Tsk, tsk. You knew this girl used the ‘Beauty Trap’ and still dared to act.”

A playful voice echoed in Xu Xuan’s mind, startling him nearly off balance. Apparently, in his past life, this voice was fond of taking concubines?

“Enough nonsense,” Xu Xuan muttered irritably, thinking, “Fine, I admit the eldest Miss Zhang’s smile is hard to resist. When she speaks softly, it’s impossible to refuse. Besides, I came to the Zhang family for protection; this is just returning a favor.”

“Hmph, you’re honest,” the voice chuckled darkly, then said cunningly, “But this is also a great opportunity to repel that Spirit Refinement demonic cultivator and seize control of the footprint relics. It will greatly benefit you.”

Xu Xuan nodded. The ancient footprint relics stirred his spirit more intensely; evidently, the voice discerned the relic’s aid as well.

“Clap!”

Xu Xuan clashed palms with the Qi Refinement Stage Eighth Level cultivator, who grunted and spat blood, his face pale and fighting spirit drained.

“Brother, what’s wrong? You can’t even beat a seventh level Qi Refinement kid?”

Another burly man asked in surprise.

“This kid’s strength is too great...” The eighth level cultivator looked frustrated but then brightened. “Brother, you have innate divine power. Let’s switch.”

“Heh, a seventh level kid? Watch how I deal with him.”

The burly man agreed without hesitation and charged at Xu Xuan.

Xu Xuan felt a fierce gale strike him as the burly man’s muscular arm struck out, golden lines rippling fiercely—a brutal, intense attack.

“Bang!”

Xu Xuan met the blows head-on, exchanging punches and palms steadily.

After only a few strikes, the burly man’s blood surged and his arm tingled; his expression changed abruptly. “Damn, this kid’s a trap!”

Xu Xuan’s expression remained calm and steady as he suppressed the burly man, forcing him into continuous retreat. The man spun wildly nearby, eventually pushed back into the Eastern family’s ranks.

“This kid’s too strong. Someone else, come help!”

The burly man’s face was strained as he called for reinforcements.

Suddenly, a gleaming blue ice sword shot from the hand of an Eastern family immortal cultivator, attacking from behind.

Xu Xuan felt a bone-chilling cold; the attacker must be a Qi Refinement Stage Seventh Level immortal cultivator.

The burly man’s eyes gleamed fiercely as he coordinated with the ice sword, attempting to trap Xu Xuan from both front and back, laughing, “Let me teach you a lesson!”

Unexpectedly, Xu Xuan stood firm, not dodging. His arm shimmered with a coppery glow as he swung sharply backward.

“Bang!”

The ice sword, swirling with cold light, was struck aside by Xu Xuan’s palm, flying to smash violently against the rock wall. The immortal cultivator who launched it was dumbfounded, frozen in place.

The burly man’s advance halted abruptly, his smile frozen, face pale with shock. “Ah...!”

Seizing the moment, Xu Xuan advanced steadily and delivered a punch—simple yet accompanied by a crimson wave of power that seemed to transform into a raging torrent of fire, engulfing all in its path.

The burly man struggled to evade, gritting his teeth as golden lines surged through his palm, his true strength unleashed like a wild stallion, tapping extraordinary potential.

“Bang!”

Their fists and palms collided; the burly man felt a fierce burning force surge through him, groaned, and was sent flying.

Xu Xuan prepared to pursue but noticed Eastern Ba’s sharp gaze as he neared the scarred ancient relics. Xu Xuan’s surroundings were now free of Eastern family disciples.

His eyes shifted toward the footprint relics, where Zhang Kuang groaned, pushed back by the black-robed youth.

“Hahaha... the Zhang family’s prodigy is nothing special.”

The black-robed youth attacked from mid-air, his skeletal claw emanating sinister demonic energy and fierce winds, flickering with strands of purple-black flames. He shattered Zhang Kuang’s spirit weapon and then advanced under a cloak of black mist.

Zhang Kuang was immediately pressed into a perilous state, exchanging blows but coughing up blood, his face pale.

His opponent, superior in cultivation and tactics, fought mercilessly.

This caused great concern for Zhang Feng, who was locked down by Eastern Ba and unable to intervene.

Worry flickered in Zhang Yuhan’s beautiful eyes as she glanced toward a composed and steady young man on the field.

“This is bad. Zhang Kuang can’t hold on much longer. That black-robed youth is likely a top demonic cultivator prodigy.”

The elders of the Zhang family wore anxious expressions.

“Zhang Kuang is a cultivation genius, but his combat experience pales compared to his opponent.”

Zhang Tianlun sighed.

Just as everyone grew tense and pessimistic—

Bang!

A vigorous figure struck the ground, causing it to tremble. In a swift aerial spin, he leapt to the top of the relics, directly above the footprint relics.

More remarkably, he positioned himself at a slant behind and above the black-robed youth. His eyes flashed fiercely as he silently prepared a rear assault.

At this moment, the black-robed demonic cultivator was about to decisively overpower Zhang Kuang, the battle reaching its climax.

The heroic figure tensed mid-air, a layer of ethereal red light enveloping him. His pupils flickered like burning red candles, while his fists, glowing like molten copper, slammed forcefully into the black-robed youth’s head.

Xu Xuan’s punch was a concentrated burst of power, unleashed without restraint. The scorching, violent force was compressed into this single strike.

The path of his fist sliced the air with a piercing whistle, igniting a blaze that surged forward, seemingly surpassing the limits of a Qi Refinement immortal cultivator’s strength.

Victory seemed within reach. The black-robed youth stiffened suddenly, feeling as if his entire body had been thrust into a furnace.

“What!”

His body froze; the cold demonic aura surrounding him was suppressed as the burning heat engulfed him instantly.

Could it be that besides Zhang Feng and Zhang Kuang, the Zhang family also had a Spirit Refinement Stage powerhouse?

He tried to counterattack, but it was too late. The assault was a long-planned sneak attack!

Boom! The fiery punch violently shattered the black-robed youth’s demonic energy defense.

“No good!”

The youth staggered forward mid-air, his face filled with terror. His Spirit Refinement demonic energy shield was destroyed within a fraction of a breath. He grunted, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

“Who is that!?” Many senior Eastern family members rose abruptly, shouting in shock and disbelief.

“That kid...” Eastern Wei’s face darkened with rising fury.

A blatant sneak attack, and directly targeting a Spirit Refinement immortal—a premeditated strike!

(Today’s chapter is a bit earlier. If possible, I’ll add more updates! To be honest, I underwent a minor laser surgery two weeks ago and have been resting at home. The editor advised me to take it easy, but since monthly votes are doubled today, I’ll push myself to update more, hoping for your votes to boost my spirit.)

(To be continued!)