Family Cultivation: I Become a Mirror

"Boom!"

Xu Xiao didn't even glance at the man; with a flick of his wrist, he turned the man into ashes with fire. The cultivators surrounding him were all shocked and terrified, daring only to release a bit of Dharma Light to briefly obstruct, save for a few like Baihou, whose cultivation levels were high enough to dare to engage in close combat, while the rest could only silently back away.

Under Xu Xiao's feet, the red circle seemed to be a special flying shuttle, extremely fast by nature but hindered by the few blocking his path. Dodging left and right, he couldn't gain speed. Harnessing the momentum from killing, he used the flames to push the crowd back, trying to break out of the encirclement.

Just as a smile began to appear on his face, a streak of sword light flew at him. Xu Xiao's expression turned grim. With a sweep of his sleeve, he spewed out flames and bellowed,

"Which blind minnow dares to block my way!"

The sword in the hands of the man before him melted instantly, the grey flames snaking up his withered arm like a venomous serpent. It seemed he was prepared, for his other hand had already chopped at his shoulder even faster than the fire could reach his hand, slicing off the limb with a gush.

The arm was reduced to ash before it even hit the ground. Xu Xiao was astonished and furious, about to spit out more flames in his rage, but this interruption allowed Li Wushao to join the fray with a sword, and Li Xijun's talisman was already in his face!

'You lowlife!'

Xu Xiao, eyes darkening with rage, still managed to find an opening to sweep the area with his spiritual sense. The person who blocked him was a withered and feeble old man, silently stepping back with an expressionless face. Blood oozed slowly from where the arm had been cut, and his dull eyes bore a look of calm.

This old man's face was familiar. Xu Xiao seemed to see him often, toiling away at a spiritual field by the lake, one that was very close to here. The members of the Li Family treated him with great respect... What was his name... Li Qiuyang...

"Li Qiuyang! Li Qiuyang! A mixed-qi cultivator! To think it's a mixed-qi cultivator! Pah!"

Xu Xiao's face flushed red. Struck by a sword from Li Wushao, the demon's immense demonic power made him cough up blood continuously. The charging of his red circle was disrupted, and its speed slowed down instantly.

An even more lethal Foundation Establishment talisman was already in front of him, crashing onto his thin shield, which shattered like glass. Xu Xiao was thus exposed, naked before everyone.

His face burning with anger, he was still able to ride the wind. He pushed a few people back with flames on one side, while on the other, he fumbled for an elixir.

But in that brief moment, a long staff flew through the flames, striking squarely on his palm and smashing the bottle of elixir to pieces. Xu Xiao cried out in pain, his liver and guts felt like splitting, realizing it was the powerful white monkey. He felt despair and lamented,

'To fall into the hands of these base creatures! I can no longer roam the world with Zhen'er!'

Out of options and with no way out, he still put up a stubborn resistance, using flames to drive back the crowd. Tears streamed down as he suddenly felt a tightness around his neck, a strong force pulling him out of the circle. In an instant, he was miles away.

Behind him came a low exclamation, followed by a delicate voice ringing in his ears:

"Hurrying fast, hurrying slow... Finally caught up!"

Xu Xiao was drained, overwhelmed by the swing from deep sorrow to joy. He turned his head to look, but could only see a charming female cultivator in a red dress, her skin fair, appearing naive and adorable, his heart wavering at the sight.

The female cultivator's attire was simple, a red dress with black accents, covered by a layer of sheer fabric, radiant and beautiful. Her eyebrows were like emerald feathers, and she twirled a thin red artifact, shaped like a feather, in her hand as she sized up Xu Xiao.

Li Xijun watched as the enemy managed to escape from the besieging group, his blood boiling with frustration. He coughed, almost spitting blood from his efforts, his lips bleeding from biting them so hard.

Li Wushao was beside himself, his eyes suddenly bulging, almost taking up half his face, glowing red as a hiss like that of a snake escaped his throat. Grinding his teeth, he asked:

"Who... Who are you?"

Li Xijun only lost his composure for a moment before he forced himself to calm down. Channeling Talisman Qi, his heart was as cold as water. He tugged at Li Wushao's sleeve and whispered,

"Members of the Li Clan from Qingdu pay respects to the senior. We do not know which sect the senior comes from."

The female cultivator didn't respond but looked at Xu Xiao with a pleased expression and said sweetly,

"The heritage of my great-uncle's master has been buried for so many years, and it finally emerges at the right time, good, very good!"

Xu Xiao finally understood that a righteous Immortal Sect had come to rescue him in time, and said joyfully,

"I...I have been hiding in this Demonic Path stronghold with great difficulty, and at last, an Immortal Sect has come to rescue me!"

The expression on everyone's face was different. The female cultivator was first stunned, then the corners of her mouth curved up slightly. Unsurprisingly, she laughed and said,

"Indeed! I am Guo Hongyao of Red Reef Immortal Island. We have been entangled with Wan Yu, Pure Unity, and a few others from the Demonic Path for years, which is why we were late. I will take you back to the island right away!"

Li Xijun was left out on the side; the members of the Li family all had expressions of unexpectedness. Only then did the female cultivator turn to look at them. She scanned them briefly, her face growing cold as she said in a low voice,

"You are also considered Noble Families; can you not recognize the Taoist Lineage of my island? I've long heard that you've been colluding with Wan Yu and Xuan Yue; indeed, you're up to no good!"

At this point, there really wasn't much to be said. Li Xijun could only bow with his hands clasped and say,

"Senior has misunderstood...! Our knowledge is limited; we have not seen the spells of the Immortal Island."

Guo Hongyao's face was as frosty as ever as she flicked her crimson sleeve and looked towards Xu Xiao,

"How can a disciple of my Immortal Island suffer unwarranted bullying by your family?"

Li Xijun exhaled and said softly,

"What does the senior mean?"

Guo Hongyao saw him playing dumb and chuckled coldly,

"Let your demonic pet commit suicide, and as for you... considering the face of the Sword Immortal, apologize to my disciple, and the matter will be considered resolved. As for compensatory rites, have Li Yuanjiao personally come, you are not qualified enough."

Li Wushao heard this and felt the twin hooks under his robe restless and circling continuously at his feet. His blood-red eyes glared hatefully at the female cultivator, suppressing a growl. Li Xijun's expression grew colder as he bowed his head and said,

"Senior must be jesting."

No sooner had these words been spoken than the atmosphere immediately dropped to freezing point. Guo Hongyao's smile vanished, and Li Wushao stepped forward to protect Li Xijun, staring intently at the person in front of him, with two dark glows emerging from beneath his robe.

Guo Hongyao let out a cold laugh, completely disregarding the Li Wushao in front of her, and said coldly,

"That is not for you to decide!"