Chapter Twenty: Sweeping Away All Obstacles-Immortality Begins with Comprehending the Daoist Sutra and Heart Method(The original intention behind taking up the pen)

Two cultivators at the seventh level of Qi Refinement, and two at the eighth—Chang Tianhua certainly held Song Changsheng in high regard, but such strength was still insignificant to him.

"Most of you Earthfire Sect disciples are adept at fire spells. That suits me just fine, for my water techniques are more than adequate. Today, let us see how you measure up!"

With an angry shout, Song Changsheng rapidly shifted his hand seals. Water spiritual energy gathered around him, coalescing into two lifelike water dragons, radiating a terrifying aura.

This was the realm achieved only after mastering the Water-Fire Command spell—the elementals taking form. Though these water dragons were composed solely of pure water spiritual energy, their combat power rivaled that of mid-tier, high-grade beasts.

"Stubborn brat," sneered a cultivator whose face was covered in fiery boils. He waved his hand, summoning a three-foot sword, and charged at Song Changsheng.

"Be careful," Song Changhu couldn't help but warn.

Song Changsheng remained composed, his voice calm, "Stay clear of the battlefield and protect yourselves."

With that, he waved his hand, and a column of water surged forth, instantly reversing the flying sword's trajectory.

"Command!" With both hands, he directed the water dragons to attack the two cultivators at the seventh level of Qi Refinement.

Meanwhile, Song Changsheng himself took on the two at the eighth level. He formed his hands into claws, and spheres of water coalesced behind him. With a flicker of thought, all the water spheres enveloped the two opponents.

"Combine your defense!" The two Earthfire Sect disciples, startled, quickly raised a shield of spiritual energy.

But just as the spheres were about to strike their shield, Song Changsheng clenched his hand, and all the water spheres exploded, transforming into countless droplets.

The dense droplets crashed against the shield, and what seemed fragile pierced it through like a sieve in an instant.

The two disciples suffered greatly, their bodies riddled with countless holes from the water droplets. They collapsed, incapacitated.

On the other side, the two at the seventh level were still locked in fierce combat with the water dragons. With a mere thought, Song Changsheng made both dragons suddenly swell, enveloping the two cultivators in the blink of an eye.

Caught off guard, the pair were thrown into a whirlwind, their bodies suffering catastrophic fractures. They lay on the ground, barely breathing.

Throughout the battle, Song Changsheng had not moved a single step, yet four Earthfire Sect disciples were already defeated.

This display not only stunned the disciples of the Earthfire Sect, but also left the Song clan members in awe. Four late-stage Qi Refinement cultivators, dispatched so easily?

"Useless!" Chang Tianhua cursed inwardly, his eyes narrowed as he looked at Song Changsheng, a murderous intent rising. Geniuses must be eradicated in the cradle!

One Song Xianming had suppressed the whole Lingzhou for decades; now, they would never allow another such figure to emerge.

*Clap, clap, clap*

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Chang Tianhua clapped with casual disregard for those around him, a faint curve at his lips. "Wonderful, truly wonderful. As expected of the Song clan’s leading youngster—you do have some skill. Would you dare to try your hand against me?"

He beckoned to Song Changsheng with a taunting gesture, his provocation unmistakable.

"And what are you supposed to be?" Song Changsheng refused to take the bait. Though he feared no Chang Tianhua, the enemy's numbers were overwhelming; he needed to conserve his spiritual energy and await reinforcement.

"Hah, so you’re scared? Like grandfather, like grandson. Song Xianming has cowered for years, and you—his grandson—must be a turtle as well."

Chang Tianhua continued to flirt with danger, determined to force Song Changsheng into action, so he could seize the opportunity to cripple him.

Song Changsheng’s brows stood sharp, his gaze locked on Chang Tianhua, voice cold, "Are you seeking death?"

"Changsheng, calm down. He’s already reached the ninth level of Qi Refinement and has many magical tools. You’re no match for him—he’s trying to provoke you," Song Changxiu arrived, seeing Song Changsheng on the verge of eruption, and forced herself to intervene.

Song Changsheng ignored her words, his eyes fixed on Chang Tianhua, murder brewing. Pointing at him, he said icily, "As you wish. Step forward—I’ll take your head."

"Hah, what a joke!" Chang Tianhua sneered, snapping open his fo