Immortal Taoist Lord: My Cultivation Have No Limits

Time crept slowly by.

In a deserted forest more than a hundred miles away from Chex Plume Immortal City, deep below the surface.

The puppet cultivator’s face was grave with furrowed brows. As the Sky Thunder Rat Demon King and its brood lurked below Chex Plume Immortal City, gathering various kinds of information, he had analyzed an unsettling conclusion from their findings.

The Taixu Alliance’s Chex Plume Sect was gathering its disciples, gradually transporting them to the Great Moon Mansion, preparing for war!

Over the past few days, the Sky Thunder Rat Monster Group had accounted for over three thousand disciples of the Taixu Alliance’s Chex Plume Sect quietly leaving, boarding low-level flying beasts and heading in the direction of the Great Moon Mansion!

If the Chex Plume Sect had over three thousand disciples, then how many cultivators were there in the entire Taixu Alliance’s eighteen divisions?

However, he still didn’t make a move.

Because among that group of cultivators, not a single Core Formation True Man was present.

Under such conditions, either True Men from the Taixu Alliance were already at the Great Moon Mansion waiting ahead or the Chex Plume Sect’s Core Formation True Men had not set off yet.

The puppet cultivator believed that the Chex Plume Sect’s Core Formation realm practitioners would definitely be coming out from the Chex Plume Immortal City.

Indeed.

After the puppet cultivator had waited for nearly half a month, the Sky Thunder Rat Demon King ran back from the outside, saying with a hint of excitement, “Master, a Core Formation practitioner has emerged from that Immortal City, riding a Flying Boat, heading towards the Great Moon Mansion!”

“Over ten cultivators are aboard, among them two are in the Core Formation realm, one is at the fifth level of Core Formation, and the other at the third level of Core Formation. The rest are all at the ninth or eighth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm!”

“Good!”

“When we return, you’ll be rewarded with a hundred drops of Spiritual Liquid!”

Hearing this, the puppet cultivator was overjoyed, his mood lifted, as if he was releasing a flood of suppressed emotions. He couldn’t resist standing up immediately and generously rewarding.

The Sky Thunder Rat Demon King, upon hearing this, immediately flattered, “The lord is mighty! The lord is so handsome!”

Good, very good.

On this outing, he had already brought back the performance of two hundred drops of Spiritual Liquid. When he returned, he could properly enjoy the rewards, much to his satisfaction.

However, at this moment, the puppet cultivator lightly furrowed his brows, saying, “One at the fifth level of Core Formation, and one at the third level?”

“The fifth level of Core Formation, that should be the number two figure of the Chex Plume Sect, Taoist Yijian? Who’s the other person at the third level of Core Formation?”

He wasn’t sure about this, but it didn’t matter.

It was only two Core Formation practitioners.

This Red Puppet cultivator body should be able to deal with Taoist Yijian without a problem.

As for the Sky Thunder Rat Demon King, being a third-order middle-grade Demon King, it controlled potent Thunder power. If it took action, it ought to deal with the True Man at the third level of Core Formation without too much trouble.

“Here are two talismans for you. If you cannot kill the cultivator at the third level of Core Formation, use the power of the talismans,” the puppet cultivator took out two talismans from the Cangmu Ring and handed them to the Sky Thunder Rat Demon King.

But after thinking about it, it seemed like two talismans alone may not be enough.

Immediately, he took out a Qiankun Bag and placed thirty third-order lower-grade talismans from his stock, and a hundred second-order superior-grade talismans before handing the entire Qiankun Bag to the Sky Thunder Rat Demon King.

The Sky Thunder Rat Demon King, seeing the Qiankun Bag, had eyes that shone brighter than the sun. It quickly extended its claws to take the Qiankun Bag, almost ready to offer its heart and loyalty.

“Rest assured, master. If I cannot kill that cultivator at the third level of Core Formation, my descendants will forever remain single!” the Sky Thunder Rat Demon King swore.

“Enough talk, let’s go.”

The puppet cultivator emerged from underground and put the Sky Thunder Rat Demon King into the Beast Taming Bag. He then invoked a top-grade Magic Artifact Flying Shuttle, transforming into a beam of light as he merged into it.

Whoosh!

Under his control, the Flying Shuttle pursued in the direction indicated by the Sky Thunder Rat Demon King with unparalleled speed.

Above a point in the sky about one thousand miles from Chex Plume Immortal City.

A Flying Boat tore through the sky.

Its speed wasn’t slower than any ordinary third-order low-grade flying beast.

Inside the Flying Boat.

Taoist Yijian, who looked like a mountain of flesh, opened his eyes as wide as he could, struggling to see through a tiny slit. He turned to a female cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Realm at his side and asked, “Little Li, where are the disciples of Chex Plume now?”

The female cultivator by his side looked slender in a yellow gauzy long dress, her enchanting figure vaguely visible. Her name was Huang Shili. She was originally Taoist Yijian’s disciple, but later on, she wasn’t a disciple anymore.

She reported respectfully, “Reporting to True Man, they have already reached the Border Immortal City, the Hundred Swords Immortal City.”

After a pause, Huang Shili frowned slightly and said in a low voice, “True Man, there was a little problem in the Hundred Swords Immortal City recently. One of the officers disappeared for no reason, and his Soul Tablet has shattered. According to his clan, the officer should have been in seclusion in their family.”

“But some time ago, his Soul Tablet suddenly shattered. His clan members broke into his secluded secret chamber, but it was empty, and nothing was found.”

“Up to now, it’s still unknown how that officer died.”

“Oh? Really?” Taoist Yijian lightly furrowed his brows, and the fat on his face covered his eyes completely. He had to open his eyes wide again, contemplated for a moment, and said, “Were there any clues?”

Huang Shili shook her head, “No.”

Taoist Yijian waved his hand and said, “If there are none, then let it be for now. However, nothing must go wrong in Hundred Swords Immortal City. In terms of logistical support, Hundred Swords Immortal City must be secured.”