Immortal Taoist Lord: My Cultivation Have No Limits

Chapter 824: 276 Reincarnation Catastrophe, Becoming a Fairy Scripture (6K)_3 Chapter 824: 276 Reincarnation Catastrophe, Becoming a Fairy Scripture (6K)_3 The shopkeeper’s gaze shifted to the shard, a flicker of movement in his heart—it was an object ancestors had placed within!

He spoke in succession, “This is a fragment of an ancient relic, but we do not know exactly what it is.

Despite much study, its true form eludes us.

Could it be, Fellow Daoist, that you know of it?”
Naturally, Gongsun Hongxian had no idea, but at this moment, seemingly possessed by a spirit, he nodded indifferently, “It looks somewhat familiar; I think I’ve seen it on my father’s person.”
“How shall we proceed with the trade?”
A moment later.

Gongsun Hongxian left Tianlan Saint Pavilion with a darkened face and rising anger, issuing a threat as he departed, “To not even give face to the Gongsun Family is to court death!”
Straight afterward, Gongsun Hongxian, with a swish of his sleeve, took his followers and returned to his family.

In the back courtyard.

Sweating profusely and stripped to the waist, the Dividing Spirit Realm Elder Hu Xiao from Tianlan Saint Pavilion had a flash of sharpness in his eyes, “So the thing that caused the shard to resonate was in the Gongsun Family?”
He summoned his disciple and instructed, “Find out who that person just now was, and who his father is!”
The power of Tianlan Saint Pavilion within Canggu Immortal City sprang into action, investigating Gongsun Hongxian’s identity and then tracking down his father’s identity—information that was not difficult to obtain.

Two days later, holding the information in his hands, when Hu Xiao saw that Gongsun Hongxian’s father was a newly advanced Dividing Spirit Realm venerable Elder of the Gongsun Family, his expression grew solemn.

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“Such a man is not easily disturbed,” Hu Xiao murmured to himself, a fierce murderous intent flashing in the depths of his eyes nonetheless.

Half a year later.

On this day, as soon as Su Yu arrived at Linglong Talisman Pavilion, the acting Shopkeeper summoned him over and whispered, “Young Master Hongxian is no more.

He was targeted and killed during an outing a few days ago!”
Upon hearing this, Su Yu looked utterly shocked, drawing in a cold breath as his voice trembled low, “Acting Shopkeeper, who did this?

Who dared lay a hand on a member of the Gongsun Family?”
The acting Shopkeeper shook his head.

He had some connections with the Gongsun Family, which is how he learned of Gongsun Hongxian’s misfortune.

But how Gongsun Hongxian died, that was beyond his knowledge.

On the surface, Su Yu seemed somewhat panicked, but inside he was thinking to himself, “It seems that the Elder from Tianlan Saint Pavilion couldn’t restrain himself and made a move against Gongsun Hongxian.”
Then—
It was his turn to make a move!

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At dusk.

Su Yu, in the guise of an old man with white hair, arrived at Tianlan Saint Pavilion’s shop.

The Nascent Soul Realm True Monarch Shopkeeper, sensing an inexplicable Immortal Might from the old man, felt his heart tremble.

He hurriedly stepped forward to greet the elder respectfully, “Welcome senior to Tianlan Saint Pavilion.

May I ask what you require?”
The elder smiled lightly at him, and with just one glance, the Nascent Soul Realm sixth-layer True Monarch Shopkeeper from Tianlan Saint Pavilion felt the world spin; the next moment his eyes rolled back as he fell forward on the ground, his face gradually revealing a terrified expression.

The old man walked to the back of the shop, where a formation-enshrouded shard lay.

With a wave of his hand, the shard vanished into thin air.

In the backyard, having just returned from outside, Hu Xiao’s brows furrowed, repeatedly going over the memories of his Soul Search of Gongsun Hongxian in his mind, but he found nothing about the shard.

This unsettled Hu Xiao, leaving him restless, “If there’s no memory of the shard, why did he claim he’d seen something similar?

What’s the reason for this?”
Just then, commotion outside the shop alerted Hu Xiao, and sensing that the True Monarch Shopkeeper of Tianlan Saint Pavilion had been taken down, a spontaneous premonition made his heart skip a beat.

Anger surged as well, “Who dares wreak havoc at Tianlan Saint Pavilion’s stronghold?”
But as he was just about to turn, the Dividing Spirit Mana in his body mobilized, and his aura surged as he was about to roar in fury.

The next moment.

An outline flickered before his eyes, and a figure had already appeared in front of him.

The speed was so swift, akin to teleportation, scaring Hu Xiao so much that his hair stood on end, and a chill coursed through his body.

Before the roar of anger left his mouth, Hu Xiao felt an overwhelming Spirit Soul Power explode in front of him; the old man’s eyes blazed with a dazzling golden brilliance.

Even though Hu Xiao was a fifth-layer Dividing Spirit Realm venerable with a fully developed Primordial Spirit and extremely formidable Divine Soul Power,
In that instant, Hu Xiao still felt the world spinning, his vision darkened, and his consciousness as if plummeting down a corridor of reincarnation.

When Hu Xiao regained consciousness, he found himself in a village littered with corpses, burnt to the ground.

And he himself had become an ordinary, emaciated commoner, devoid of any Mana, even of any martial ability.

Dressed in coarse hemp garments, his stomach growled endlessly with hunger, seeming to barely have any strength left.

Like him, there were many other destitute people around.

“Quick, run!

The bandits are coming, wail, run for your lives!”
“Don’t kill me, ah!”
Bandits rode their warhorses, rampaging and setting fires throughout the village.

Hu Xiao still stood dumbstruck, not yet recovering from the shock of this upheaval when, the next moment, a flash of cold light glinted by.

With a thud!

The scent of death immediately caused Hu Xiao, a mid-stage Dividing Spirit Realm venerable, to break down screaming as his decapitated head flew, filled with terror, “Ah!

I….”
After his death, when Hu Xiao’s consciousness woke again, he found himself reborn as an infant.

But this time, he was a forsaken mortal infant, shivering in the biting wind, without the strength even to move, and had simply frozen to death on the streets.

He experienced the feeling of death once more.

Through life after life of such reincarnations, there were times when Hu Xiao could grow up, but as he tried to cultivate using the methods from his memories, he gained nothing, which led to Hu Xiao’s collapse once more.

By the thirtieth-odd life, Hu Xiao had forgotten that he was once a Cultivator, let alone one from the Dividing Spirit Realm.