Immortal Taoist Lord: My Cultivation Have No Limits

The so-called exploration of ruins was not a lie by An Changrong. Although it was just a small cave mansion ruin, it was a place he had discovered many years ago.

He had hoped to use this as bait to lure the man out of the Immortal Gate. Unfortunately, he had failed in the end.

However, An Changrong was calm: ‘Plenty of time in the future, I don’t believe he will never step out of the Immortal Gate.’

Among those who were traveling with him, besides the four disciples of Ghost Sword Blade, there was also a third-order low-grade Array Master who was a fellow disciple from the Eighteen Peaks and an Array Master that An Changrong had become acquainted with long ago.

However, the cultivation levels of these five people were not very high, they were all just in the early and middle stages of Core Formation.

High above the wilderness, their flying boat sped like lightning.

Several miles ahead, in a cloud, Su Yu opened his eyes, quietly awaiting the arrival of the flying boat. In just a single breath of time, the flying boat arrived.

At that moment, a terrifying divine power beyond the Core Formation stage erupted from Su Yu.

“Buzz!”

The space ahead rippled violently, then suddenly froze within a radius of one mile with Su Yu at the center. The fast-approaching flying boat was helpless, trapped like a painting in mid-air.

At the same time, the expressions of An Changrong and the others in the flying boat changed drastically. A terrifying divine power far beyond their imagination descended, sending shivers down their spines.

An Changrong trembled, “That’s not good!”

However, the next moment, space froze. Including An Changrong, all of them were sealed by this spatial power, with no chance to escape.

And that was not all.

Just as An Changrong and the others were being sealed, a golden cicada with two wings arrived from the sky. With a divine power and sharpness that made An Changrong and the others tremble, it penetrated their sea of consciousness and attacked their souls.

“Puff!”

In just an instant, An Changrong and the others couldn’t keep up their thoughts, the wings of the golden cicada had already slashed through their souls.

“Ahhh!”

The souls of An Changrong and the others screamed, their vitalities plummeted and were severely wounded in an instant.

Outside.

At the moment when he severely wounded the souls of An Changrong and the others, a peculiar light flickered in Su Yu’s eyes. An illusionary power descended on the flying boat and, with a divine soul power beyond the Core Formation stage, forcibly dragged the severely wounded souls of An Changrong and the others into the illusion.

Among these people, apart from An Changrong, who was a bit difficult to deal with being in the ninth level of Core Formation, the others had no resistance. The moment the illusion descended, the female disciples fell on the flying boat.

Then it was An Changrong. He couldn’t hold on for even one breath of time. His severely wounded soul eventually fell into the illusion, and his eyes rolled back as he collapsed.

Buzz!

As ripples appeared in the space in front of them, a stranger’s figure appeared before them.

…

At this moment.

In the illusion, Luo Qianyu and An Changrong stared face to face. An Changrong found himself returned to the ambush scenario outside the market that Luo Qianyu was guarding, but he was shocked to see Luo Qianyu standing in front of him.

What’s going on?

Isn’t he ambushing her?

The old Taoist whom An Changrong had disguised himself as remained expressionless, frowning and staring at Luo Qianyu, saying, “Miss, why are you standing in front of me?”

Luo Qianyu fixed her cold eyes on An Changrong, saying, “Eldest senior brother, are you trying to ambush me?”

The old Taoist remained calm. With a frown, he stared at Luo Qianyu and said, “What do you mean, miss? Who is the eldest senior brother? What ambush? You’re delirious, get out of my way, or else….”

Luo Qianyu laughed coldly, “Eldest senior brother, there’s no need to hide it any more. What about the token of the Azure Prison Immortal Palace in your ring space?”

Upon hearing Luo Qianyu’s words, An Changrong’s heart trembled, yet he glared at Luo Qianyu, “What are you talking about? What Azure Prison Immortal Palace’s token?”

“Get out of the way, a mere Core Formation seventh-ranker, do you really think I won’t lay a finger on you? Don’t get yourself killed!”

Luo Qianyu smiled faintly, with increasingly cold eyes: “What if the master finds out that you, big brother, have betrayed the Ground Immortal Mansion and are working for the Azure Prison Immortal Palace, attempting to kill fellow disciples. Eldest senior brother, how do you think the master would treat you?”

An Changrong flew into a rage. “Audacious! How dare a lowly servant speak nonsense in front of me, it seems I should not spare you!”

“Boom!”

An Changrong struck out in anger.

Right in the illusion, An Changrong and Luo Qianyu began their fierce battle.

However, that was just An Changrong’s consciousness.

Inside the flying boat, standing opposite An Changrong, Su Yu watched him with an indifferent expression. At this moment, An Changrong’s aura was turbulent, as he was deep into the illusion. He seemed to believe that he was truly in a magic duel.

That terrifying illusion power had dragged An Changrong’s consciousness into the illusion and he was unable to pull himself out.

Moreover, the power of the illusion continuously lured An Changrong to reveal his true intentions, successfully controlling his consciousness.

Inside the illusion.

An Changrong, filled with anger, made his move. This time, it was smooth sailing. Although he did not know what was happening or how Luo Qianyu appeared before him and even seemed to know some of his secrets.

But that didn’t matter. What mattered was that when he made his move this time, he captured Luo Qianyu alive in just a few rounds, sealed her cultivation base, and threw her in front of him.