My Master Only Breaks Through on the Edge of Death

Although Xu Fan had annihilated Blood Pupils in the realm of consciousness, he had no interest in his memories.

He simply handed them off to Pu Tao for analysis.

"Six out of sixty Immortal Tools have gained rank, not too shabby." Xu Fan glanced at the Treasure House, roughly the size of a small world, and nodded in approval.

"Master, according to Blood Pupil's memories, there are 86 Immortal Tools in this small Immortal Realm. The rest are in the hands of True Immortals," Pu Tao reported.

Xu Fan nodded.

"Are Blood Pupil's memories fully analyzed yet?"

"I have digested half of them. Give Pu Tao another three hours, and I'll have fully absorbed Blood Pupil's memories," Pu Tao answered.

"There must be something worthwhile for you to analyze for this long."

Xu Fan chuckled lightly, proceeding to the area specifically designated for storing Extremely Cold Treasures.

A Five-colored Ice Lotus blossomed at the center of an Extremely Cold Spirit Liquid Lake.

"Five-colored Ice Lotus, looking at the degree of its blooming, it will soon advance to six colors and promote to the rank of Immortal, which is a rare remedy."

"Master, you should bring this treasure house world back to the Hidden Spirit Sect first," Pu Tao suggested.

"Do you even need to ask? Of course," Xu Fan retorted with an amused glance at Pu Tao. He then ventured into an area brimming with Sword Qi.

With a light wave of his hand, a Wind Attribute Immortal Sword at the center of the Sword Qi space flew into Xu Fan's hand.

"A Wind Attribute Immortal Sword. It bears a bit of the Origin Qi of the Wind Dao. In the future, when I get to the Immortal World, it will need to be re-melted with a higher-grade Immortal Instrument Spirit Mine."

As Xu Fan spoke, he put the sword into his Immortal artifact space.

Afterward, Xu Fan selected over 40 Immortal Tools from the Treasure House, all to fill his Fairy River.

"Although it's called the Fairy River, there are barely over 200 Immortal Tools inside. I need to add more in the future," Xu Fan assessed.

Just then, a shadow flickered in front of Xu Fan, and his No. 3 Clone appeared.

"All cleared up. Apart from 34 Slaves of Mahayana Stage, the rest deserved to be killed," No. 3 Clone reported without expression, moving to stand behind Xu Fan.

"Indeed. From my end alone, a large wave of Merit and Destiny I've received is the feedback after avenging blood feud," said Xu Fan.

However, No. 3 Clone just stood quietly behind Xu Fan, without replying.

"Let's explore this small Immortal World a bit. We'll go home after a year." Xu Fan emerged atop a high peak, whispering as he looked down at the cloud layer below.

Six months later, Xu Fan was strolling along a town street when an old man sweeping the road caught his attention.

He looked at the old man, who looked back at him.

That night, in a lakeside pavilion not far from the town, Xu Fan met the Sweeping Old Man.

"Thank you, fellow, for avenging the blood feud of this world."

The old man now wore a white robe; he looked youthful, with white hair, and had the appearance of an accomplished Taoist.

"Fellow, you're too modest. Even if I didn't avenge this, given enough time, you would have been able to strike back," Xu Fan smiled at the Sweeping Old Man and said.

From the moment Xu Fan set foot in this town, he felt something was off.

The entire Minor Immortal World was under the control of the Blood Peak Immortal Sect, and everyone in the Immortal City that Xu Fan passed by was cultivating crops for the Blood Peak Immortal Sect's use.,

But upon arriving in this small town, it felt like a quiet mortal world small town with no influence from the Blood Peak Immortal Sect.

"Without you, fellow, I might not have been able to avenge this in my lifetime." The Sweeping Old Man shook his head, fully aware of his limitations. Under normal circumstances, he would never be a match for Blood Pupils.

"As Supremes of the same realm, I feel you are somewhat stronger than Blood Pupils. You would have found opportunities to avenge the blood feud without any issue," Xu Fan said, looking at the Sweeping Old Man.

Upon encountering someone of the same realm here, Xu Fan was truly astonished. Logically, during the time Blood Pupils was offering the world in sacrifice, there was a high likelihood that the Heavenly Dao would have been in his favor, had he shown up.

The Sweeping Old Man looked at Xu Fan, finally explaining with a look of helplessness: "When Blood Pupils offered up the Blood Peak World, I was in the Starfield, having exchanges with fellows from other Middle Thousand Worlds."

"When I returned, the entire world had been sacrificed. My entire sect had been slaughtered."

"And Blood Pupils had been promoted to a Quasi-Immortal. I was no match for him," the Sweeping Old Man said, clenching his fists, his eyes full of regret, enough to fill the Endless Sea.

"So with the help of the Will of Heaven, I snuck into the small Immortal World and suppressed my cultivation level. This was to give Blood Pupils a fatal blow at a critical moment."

"No need for that now. All this thanks to you, fellow." The Sweeping Old Man stood up and bowed to Xu Fan in gratitude. Continue your adventure at m|v-l'e -NovelBin.net

With a casual wave of his hand, Xu Fan conjured up a tea set on the Stone Table. Following that, a humanoid puppet appeared to brew tea for the two of them.

"Fellow, what do you plan to do now? The future here is a dead-end. If you stay, at most, you'll be a True Immortal," said Xu Fan.

"I plan to ascend directly in other Middle Thousand Worlds. But before that, I need to find a way out for this small Immortal World."

"I originally wanted to merge this little Immortal World with the Middle Thousand World of one of my fellows. Now that you are here, it seems I won't need to." The Sweeping Old Man looked at Xu Fan with a smile.

"You cultivate the Return to Mortality Path, and I just happen to have some knowledge in this area. We can share our understanding," Xu Fan said, looking at the Sweeping Old Man.

Upon hearing Xu Fan's words, the Sweeping Old Man paused. What could there be to share about this?

Xu Fan, regardless of the old man's response, began to expound on the essence of the Return to Mortality Path.

At first, the Sweeping Old Man wasn't too concerned, intending to listen casually. But as Xu Fan continued, he started to take it more seriously, his face becoming more and more shocked.

Three months later, the aura of the Sweeping Old Man was more down-to-earth, and his body and soul had reached the mortal level.

"Fellow, what is your motive for imparting this knowledge, if there's one, please feel free to ask."

"I am indebted to you for this favor and I don't know how to repay it. "There was gratitude in the eyes of the Sweeping Old Man as he looked at Xu Fan.

"How about joining my sect? If you don't mind, you could sweep the floors, plant some flowers, and take care of some pets in my sect," said Xu Fan with a smile.

From the moment he saw the Sweeping Old Man, a visual surfaced in his mind.

When enemy sects besieged the city, a single Sweeping Old Man from the Hidden Spirit Sect could fight with great power, killing enemies everywhere, with bodies littering the plains and blood staining the sky.

The scene sparked Xu Fan's interest in recruiting. Even though such a scene may never materialize, having a seemingly ordinary mortal old man who sweeps the floors in the sect and can suppress Heaven and Earth with one move adds substantial appeal.

"If I join your sect, would I be able to often discuss the Dao with you?" The Sweeping Old Man asked eagerly. He had significantly benefitted from three months of Dao discussions with Xu Fan, even feeling like he could touch upon the Supreme Realm.

"Of course, as long as I have free time," Xu Fan nodded and smiled.

"May I ask you to leave the coordinates of the Middle Thousand World you belong to? I need to bid farewell to my best friend in another Middle Thousand World first," the Sweeping Old Man requested.