Family Cultivation: I Become a Mirror

Li Xijun buried his head in self-reproach, standing amidst the clouds, he looked at the Foundation Establishment Shield enveloping Xu Xiao. With a flip of his hand, he too conjured a Talisman, decisively smashing it down without a hint of reluctance or hesitation.

In mid-air, the Talisman soared and spun, transforming into a delicately crafted little hammer, traced with golden patterns. Its ends curled up like ram's horns, and it thunderously descended towards Xu Xiao.

Meanwhile, Wushao didn't let up, two shadows spiraled rapidly, skimming across the ground. They shot up like venomous snakes, seizing the moment when the two Foundation Establishment Spells collided to strike fiercely from both front and rear.

The hammer Talisman in Li Xijun's hand was acquired from the Yuan Family, superior in quality. It was meant to be a trump card Talisman for saving his life. Yet as it hurtled through the air and struck with a crackling sound, Xu Xiao's Dharma Shield dimmed but somehow held fast.

'What a formidable Talisman.'

Li Wushao coordinated with the attacking Foundation Establishment Talisman ruthlessly. Originally planning to entangle and exhaust, he immediately switched tactics, striking fiercely from both sides.

"What Devil Cultivator! You fools! This is the Immortal Sect's 'Mystic Flame Convergence Secret Technique'!"

Xu Xiao was tongue-tied, wanting to argue, but the decisiveness of Li Xijun, who stood in the clouds, shocked him. He had initiated the attack with a quality Foundation Establishment Talisman, leaving Xu Xiao with no choice but to shut his mouth.

He materialized a black and red Token, invoking Sacrificial Refinement. Emitting a red glow, he attempted to fend off Li Wushao's tail hook, buying time for his Dharma Shield to recover.

But the red light could only momentarily block the pitch-black tail hook. Xu Xiao's Mana, like a whale drawing in water, plummeted. How could he, a Qi Cultivator, withstand an attack from a Foundation Establishment Cultivator? Even though his Mana surpassed that of ordinary people, it only held on for a brief moment before weakening.

To Wushao's surprise, he thought to himself:

"It's indeed Red Reef Island...the Convergence Secret Technique. I just don't know why it has spread here. If I kill this man, I wonder if it will bring trouble to my master..."

Gradually increasing the force of his attack, Xu Xiao found himself caught in a dilemma, inwardly crying out in despair. He couldn't bear the onslaught of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, but without that shield, he wouldn't last a few exchanges against Wushao. Hastily, he had to deploy a trump card Spell, biting his tongue's tip, spewing out a mouthful of fresh blood that sprayed onto the Token.

As he cast the spell, the red glow receded, the Shield creaked under the unbearable force, and Xu Xiao spat out resentfully:

"Your family commits murder so wantonly on this territory! Aren't you afraid that the Green Pond Immortal Sect will blame you?"

Li Xijun was stunned upon hearing these words, his gaze towards this man became more inexplicably complex:

'When it comes to treating lives like weeds, who can surpass the Green Pond Sect? This person, is he genuinely ignorant or pretending not to know, to speak such naive words! It's not just about my family killing someone...even if they used human flesh for dumplings, the Green Pond Sect would eagerly join in, craving a portion...'

However, his words only made Li Xijun more confident:

'This person must not be reincarnated, but rather has inherited something due to fate...'

In an instant, a fiery light ignited within the Token, spewing out a smoky gray-red flame. It surged like fog, and Wushao's pupils dilated as his tail hook, already swiftly retracted like a startled bird, was still lightly grazed.

"ROAR!!!!"

Wushao's head ballooned like a balloon, contorting and changing in an instant, metamorphosing into a snake head the size of a house. It was held up only by his small human form. His eyes, large as windows, were blood red, and he howled in pain, so much so that he couldn't maintain his human shape.

His tail hook quickly retracted beneath his robe, a part of the hook having been melted away, dripping blood as it receded. Seeing the flames were effective, Xu Xiao felt a surge of joy and let out a hearty laugh. Riding the wind with the fire, a red ring formed beneath his feet, and he rose into the air.

The scene changed abruptly, with Li Xijun already conjuring another Talisman in his hand, and stepping forward, Xu Xiao, clad in red armor and wielding gray flames, turned back with a glare.

As they locked eyes, both felt an intense chill. Li Xijun sensed greed and voracity in his opponent, like scorching heat engulfing him, dropping into the heart of a raging volcano. Conversely, Xu Xiao felt a bitter cold, as if the eyes of the man before him were filled with ice and snow, seemingly able to see through his thoughts.

'This man must be eliminated!'

Both harbored the same thought in their hearts and simultaneously retreated, increasing their distance. Xu Xiao pondered:

'The situation is unfavorable; I cannot delay any longer. Once I achieve Foundation Establishment, I must slay this man first!'

Li Xijun was equally alert:

'This man's repeated blunders are all due to misinformation...believing the Immortal Sect still holds sway. I can't let him escape!'

With another toss of the Talisman in hand, he shouted:

"Li Wushao! Hesitate any longer, and you will die by this man's hand by daybreak!"

The flames seemed particularly effective against demons. Wushao, having managed to revert to human form with great difficulty and grimacing in pain, with a dark expression, took to the wind, grinding his teeth in pursuit. However, he dared not use the tail hook again, instead fumbling for a Magic Artifact from his Storage Bag.

Xu Xiao, with a flushed face, flipped out two more Talismans, with the gray flames swirling by his side. The rod-shaped Magic Artifact Wushao had pulled out hadn't even reached Xu Xiao when it melted into a drooping mess. Li Xijun's eyes steamed with icy vapor, as he hurled the "Han Lin" from his waist, declaring:

"Receive the sword!"

Wushao's tail hook coiled, and the Dharma Sword was in hand, its snow-like light flickering. Xu Xiao propelled the gray flames to block it, accelerating with Wind Riding, only to face a Qi Cultivator wielding an ax and striking down upon him.