Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 248 Buzhou Mountain, Taixuan Sword Sect, Mo Qingfeng

Li Moyang, who had been silent all this time, also spoke at this time:

"I also find this matter strange. The signs left behind suggest that this Daoist Fellow Du Fang possesses an immortal body and possesses the spirit of destiny. Furthermore, there are high-level Ringwraiths of the Eldar in the city right now, and they have been coveting the Pillars of Creation beneath the city..."

He didn't finish his words, but his meaning was clear: it was not appropriate to go to war with the fairies today.

However, no one had ever seen the terrifying magic power in the fairy legends, and no one present was sure of winning with one strike.

Listening to their words, Du Fang gradually understood that Long Xiang brought them here and lured the Ninth Realm powerful men in the city. He must have some conspiracy in mind.

He was willing to sacrifice himself to set up a trap, and it was definitely not just to kill Du Fang. These two leaders of the Sword Sect were definitely cunning people, and their intentions were easily guessed.

But the spirit of luck was such a temptation to the three of them.

Li Moyang suddenly changed the subject and looked at Du Fang with a kind expression:

"My friend from Lingxiao Mountain, the spirit of destiny only appears once every sixty years. The three of us have spent half our lives and have never seen it. Could you please let the three of us see it and put this fantasy to rest?"

Du Fang was about to take out Wang Er when Bai Zhi suddenly tugged at his sleeve from behind and said directly:

"The two masters are from two of the seven great sword sects and are the most powerful sword cultivators in the Nine Continents. How could such a precious divine object as the Spirit of Luck be in their possession?"

Donghuang smiled implicitly, but did not say anything, staring at Du Fang with his eyes.

Li Zhaorong was about to speak when Li Moyang stopped him and smiled at Du Fang:

"Indeed, as cultivators who have reached the ninth level, such divine objects are treasured by themselves and naturally will not be displayed to outsiders. We are indeed being presumptuous in asking to see them!"

He bowed to Du Fang and slowly said goodbye.

He was so generous and polite that Du Fang couldn't help but want to take it out.

Dong Huang's face was filled with sadness. "I've lived for one hundred and twenty years, and I've only heard of the Spirit of Luck, but never seen one. This life is destined to be one of regret!"

He did not force Du Fang. He raised his magic sword, waved his long sleeves, and flew straight into the air.

Looking at their receding figures, Du Fang suddenly shouted:

"Wait!"

Dong Huang immediately turned around, his face filled with uncontrollable joy, his body trembling with excitement:

"Fellow Daoist Du Fang, are you really willing to let me see this magical object?"

The three of them came up eagerly at the same time. For these sword masters, this kind of divine object that could make a leap to the ultimate realm was a godsend opportunity that could only be encountered by chance.

Du Fang sighed softly, "I've carried this thing for almost ten years, and I never knew it was so precious. To the point where it cost my father his life!"

He silently took out Wang Er and placed it in his palm.

It was a crystal clear mouse, its fur shining with pure white light.

Ever since he transformed into an immortal spirit and returned from Jianmen, the rat Wang Er has also changed.

Sometimes its body is very ordinary, no different from the most common mouse, and sometimes it is unpredictable, either blue or purple. No one knows what this legendary spirit of destiny looks like.

At this moment, what appeared before everyone's eyes was an almost transparent being with purple eyes and a white body.

Ever since the spirit of Du Fang possessed the mouse, it has been changing every day. It doesn't eat or drink, and just loves to sleep.

He had carried it for ten years and never knew that this was the spirit of luck, the divine object that countless powerful people dreamed of. Suddenly Bai Zhi pinched Du Fang fiercely.

He turned his head angrily and stomped his feet in hatred.

Donghuang said in a trembling voice: "Young friend Du Fang, can I...can I...hold it in my hand and take a look at it?" His body was shaking, his voice was shaking, and there was an expression of great hope on his face.

Before Bai Zhi could speak, Li Zhaorong immediately said:

"Aren't you afraid he'll take it and leave?"

"Not afraid!"

Du Fang smiled and placed Wang Er directly in Donghuang's hand.

Every wrinkle on Donghuang's old face smiled. He held the mouse gently with both hands, a look of hope and love on his face, his face almost touching the mouse.

Wang Er was sleeping soundly and didn't notice anything at all.

Around it are the strongest sword cultivators in the nine divine continents.

Du Fang suddenly flicked it on the head and shouted, "Get up quickly, don't sleep anymore!"

Wang Er opened his eyes and chirped. There was a circle of purple in his eyes, with a pure black pupil in the middle. He looked at Du Fang with dissatisfaction and closed his eyes again.

Dong Huang cried out with pity:

"Don't play it!"

This loving expression is just like loving a grandson like a treasure, holding him in the mouth for fear that he would melt, and holding him in the chest for fear that he would get hot.

At the same time, they reached out their hands lovingly, wanting to touch the mouse, but were afraid of hurting it, so they didn't dare to do it. Li Moyang said softly:

"Brother Du Fang is truly a man favored by divine destiny. He has a broad mind and a great vision. He knew that we coveted this legendary divine object, yet he still took it out. No wonder he has the body of an immortal and is accompanied by the spirit of good fortune!"

Du Fang listened to his praise and said with a wry smile:

"It was because of this mouse that I entered the path of cultivation and became an immortal!"

"This is the wonder of the spirit of destiny. Heaven is blessing you. I now finally believe what my friend Du Fang just said. There will be no more chaos caused by immortals in this life. With this spirit of destiny by your side, you will definitely turn danger into safety. Our worries are completely unnecessary!"

"Old Donghuang is the one who saw it!"

Li Moyang kept praising, his eyes never leaving Haozi.

Dong Huang said softly:

"It's amazing that the spirit of luck for sixty years is in a mouse!"

Li Zhaorong, however, had an envious look on her face.

This rat is a ninth-level sword cultivator, a divine creature that leaped to the ultimate realm after reaching the third level of immortality. Many people would wait their entire lives for it, or even never see it. Yet, it actually appeared on the immortal that they hated.

Greed gradually spread in Li Zhaorong.

Bai Zhi immediately saw through her evil intentions.

Suddenly he shouted loudly:

"Have you seen enough? It's time to give it back to us!"

The two were awakened by the sudden shout. Dong Huang glanced at Bai Zhi's angry face and hurriedly said with a smile, "I'm sorry, Lord Bai Huang, I was so fascinated by this legendary divine object that I couldn't help myself. Please don't blame me!"

As he said that, he put Wang Er into Du Fang's hands.

He placed it very carefully and cautiously, fearing that he would hurt it.

Du Fang took it and tucked it into his arms, saying to the two, "When I get rid of this immortal body, I will give this to you two so that you can ascend to the Dao. You two are both righteous and righteous, and you are truly the leaders of a sword sect. I admire you very much."

A burst of ecstasy fell on the faces of Dong Huang and Li Moyang, and they said at the same time:

"Is this true?"

"really!"

"Young man, you won't lie to me, will you? How could you give such a legendary divine object to others?" Donghuang still couldn't believe it.

Du Fang said solemnly:

"Lingxiao disciples' words never change. Please rest assured, the day Du gets rid of the immortal spirit, I will immediately hand this thing over to you!"

Dong Huang suddenly reached into his arms, pulled out a jade bamboo slip, and put it in Du Fang's hand:

"This is my Tiannan Sword Sect jade slip. Once you crush it, all the sword cultivators in the Tiannan Sword Sect will be at your mercy!"

Li Moyang was unwilling to be left behind and took out an iron-colored sword handle:

"My Guiyuan Sword Sect is also like this. As long as you are in danger, immediately inject your blood and essence into the hilt of the sword, and a great cultivator from my sect will come to support you!"

Du Fang bowed deeply:

"Thank you both, seniors! You think so highly of me. When I rebuild Lingxiao someday, I will definitely invite you two seniors to cut the ribbon!"

"That's natural!"

The two of them looked at Du Fang with joy on their faces.

Suddenly, Dong Huang sighed deeply, and Li Moyang immediately said:

"Old Donghuang, Young Friend Du Fang is so generous, why aren't you satisfied and are you still sighing and spoiling the fun?"

Dong Huang's expression was gloomy, and he suddenly smiled bitterly and said, "My friend Du Fang is indeed generous, but I'm afraid that you and I will never need this spirit of luck in our lifetime!"

"What do you mean?"

Li Zhaorong immediately raised her eyebrows.

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, her husband also sighed:

"Although this spirit of destiny is magical, its greatest use is when you successfully slash the Dao at the third level of the Immortal Realm. When you reach the ultimate level, you can merge with the will of heaven and earth, borrow the divine destiny of heaven and earth, and ascend to the Dao. For you and me, I'm afraid we won't be able to even reach the third level of the Immortal Realm in this lifetime!"

Looking at the two people's suddenly dejected expressions.

Du Fang wondered:

"Is there no one in this world who can leap to the extreme realm, use this thing to transform into a Dao and ascend to become an immortal?"

Dong Huang was suddenly stunned and shouted:

"There's one person! I know, only he can use this spirit of luck in this lifetime!"

"Who?"

"Buzhou Mountain, Taixuan Sword Sect, Moqing Peak!"