162: Chapter 162 Treasure

star river glazed water was not only a foundation establishment spiritual material and an Artifact Refining material, but for the Su Family, it was also a supreme treasure for practicing the Xinghuan Secret Art!

star river glazed water contained a massive amount of star energy, and the first step of practicing the Xinghuan Secret Art was to extract star energy.

Having the star river glazed water was equivalent to skipping the extraction step.

“Bringing this back to Father, the old gentleman will surely be very happy!”

Su Xuanjing led the three of them as they quickly ran to the edge of the deep pool, speaking with excitement she could hardly hide.

This Grotto-Heaven was truly a land of treasures; they had encountered a treasure like star river glazed water so casually. No wonder the Cultivators of the Jiang Family and Cheng Family charged in so quickly.

The four of them immediately took out their Magical Artifacts and took away all the star river glazed water from the entire deep pool.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Grotto-Heaven.

The light of Spells and explosive roars rose and fell one after another, as complex Formation patterns rippled and flickered, interwoven in mid-air.

The Su Family Cultivator ranks were solemn, showing tacit cooperation in their movements. The Loose Cultivators and Yao Beasts swarming around them fell like stalks of wheat cut by a sickle, losing their lives one after another.

Su Xuanling’s figure was elegant as she sat atop the broad, steady back of the Big Black Ox. Her slender, jade-white fingers lightly plucked and slowly twisted the strings of a Shimmering Ancient Zither before her. Clear and melodious music flowed out, and wherever the sound waves reached, they actually condensed into golden, complex Formation patterns in mid-air.

Melody and Formations became one under her fingers, controlling the rhythm of the entire battlefield. She assisted the Su family members in advancing steadily through this chaotic Grotto-Heaven, fighting their way through.

“Fifth Miss, the enemies have all been eliminated. These are their storage rings.”

A Su Family Cultivator respectfully handed over the confiscated storage rings. His gaze toward Su Xuanling was filled with irrepressible heat and reverence.

With the assistance of Su Xuanling's Melody Dao Technique, they advanced all the way as if entering an uninhabited land.

Whether the newcomers were fierce Yao Beasts or covetous Cultivators, anyone who dared to step forward and block them would first fall into the shroud of the Formation formed by her zither music, only to be crushed by the Su Family team's overwhelming power.

“Fifth Miss, the Yao Beast corpses have been processed. Please take a look.”

“Fifth Miss, several Su family members have been discovered ahead, along with a Heaven And Earth Treasure protected by a Yao Beast!”

“Fifth Miss, Jiang Family Cultivators are approaching from the southwest.”

“Reporting to Fifth Miss, there is news of Wei Jing from the Sound-transmitting Talisman. He has discovered a Spiritual Vein and is currently being pursued by the Fan Family!”

Su Xuanling's expression was as calm as still water. Her slender hands brushed over the shimmering zither strings, her eyes showing not a single ripple. As reports from her subordinates continuously reached her ears, she responded to each one with composure.

“All Su Family Cultivators, assemble! Immediately support Wei Jing, seize the Spiritual Vein, and then take the Heaven And Earth Treasure. Kill anyone who stands in our way without mercy!”

In the struggle for Opportunities, there was no choosing one over the other; the Su Family wanted them all!

The Spiritual Vein was especially vital. If they could take the entire Spiritual Vein and place it within the Family's grounds, it would significantly increase the Spiritual Qi concentration within the clan territory.

This way, the Su Family wouldn't need to move and would still possess a precious blessed land capable of supporting the Cultivation of a large number of Foundation Establishment Cultivators.

The Su Family was determined to obtain the Spiritual Vein!

...

Su Xuanheng and Wei Yan walked side by side within a magnificent building.

The surrounding palaces and buildings were resplendent with gold and jade, reflecting a floor covered in rivers of blood and corpses. The Sword Intent around the two had not yet faded, their gazes were as sharp as blades, and their killing intent remained.

This palace complex was an unexpected find. Previously, the two had been surrounded and attacked by Cultivators from the Jiang and Cheng families. In their fury, they simply gave up on the Opportunities and turned to hunt their pursuers instead.

They happened to meet on the way and combined their twin swords, destroying everything in their path and killing anyone who stood in their way until they pushed through to this point, only then discovering this mysterious building hidden deep within the Grotto-Heaven.

“My goodness, there’s actually a building here!”

Before the two could speak, an exclamation came from behind them.

Had the newcomer not been wearing the attire of the Bihai Association, Su Xuanheng would have already decapitated them with a single sword strike.

Just as the voice fell, two more figures rushed over. This time, they were Fan Family Cultivators.

“Tsk tsk tsk, you two Fellow Daoists have such heavy bloodlust, actually slaughtering the Cultivators of the Jiang Family and the Golden Feather Gang. It might be hard to give an account once we leave.”

Fan Ling had a weathered face and a thin build. He lightly stroked his white beard and teased, “We know the truth. You two Fellow Daoists wouldn't be planning to kill us to silence us, would you?”

Upon hearing this, the others' bodies suddenly stiffened.

Among them, a female Cultivator from the Bihai Association said with a stiff smile, “The Eldest Young Master Su is not that kind of bloodthirsty person. It’s obvious the Jiang Family and Golden Feather Gang wanted to kill Eldest Young Master Su, but they were defeated and killed instead. You can't blame others for such things.”

“That may be so,” Fan Ling said sarcastically, “but after going out, the Su Family will still have to give an account to the Golden Feather Gang and the Jiang Family.”

“Hold your tongue,” Wei Yan interrupted coldly. “If you keep babbling, we don't mind dealing with a few more.”

A bone-chilling killing intent rushed at him. Fan Ling’s spine instantly went cold, and he broke into a cold sweat.

The companion beside him hurriedly used a Sound-transmitting Talisman to stop him, signaling for him not to say another word.

The building before them clearly contained precious secret treasures. Now, they hadn't even caught a glimpse of the treasures' traces. Offending the Su Family rashly at this time was definitely not a wise move.

Su Xuanheng was brimming with killing intent, looking as if he were about to draw his sword. Wei Yan sent a transmission telling him not to be impulsive yet.

“The situation here is unclear. Keeping these people will allow them to scout for risks for us. There's no rush for now,” Wei Yan transmitted.

Once the treasure was found, distribution problems would surely arise. It wouldn't be too late to act then.

Seeing the stagnant atmosphere, the Bihai Society Cultivator hurriedly smiled and tried to smooth things over: “It is fate that all of you Fellow Daoists could meet here. Since the situation in this palace is currently unknown, why don't we temporarily join forces to explore it? We can look out for each other that way.”

Upon hearing this, Fan Ling immediately forced a smile: “Yes, yes, yes. The treasure is what matters. Fellow Daoists, please go first!”

Su Xuanheng gave him a cold glance and stepped into the depths of the palace, and the others quickly followed.

Inside the palace, the courtyard was vast, desolate, and silent. Between the ground and the corridor pillars, there were faint glimmers of Formation patterns, emitting a solemn and dangerous aura.

The group moved cautiously along the winding corridors, eventually arriving at the deepest part of the palace.

In a magnificent hall, twelve three-meter-tall jade statues were arranged in neat rows.

The statues were in various poses—some holding swords, some holding seals, some performing hand gestures. Their faces were blurred yet exuded an ancient majesty, and faint ripples of spiritual power flowed around them as if they were part of some guardian Formation.

On the jade pedestals beneath the statues lay several treasures shimmering with spiritual light.

Everyone's eyes focused in unison on the depths of the hall, their pupils simultaneously bursting with burning light.

Fan Ling's breath hitched, and his voice trembled with excitement as he swallowed: “earth vein crystal essence... and heavenly sound wood!”

His thin figure suddenly lunged forward, his sleeves whipping up a gust of wind. He actually ignored everyone else's reactions and pounced straight ahead, shouting hoarsely: “These two treasures, my Fan Family wants them! As for the other Dao technique manuals, help yourselves!”

As soon as his voice fell, the air in the hall suddenly froze. Everyone had different expressions, their eyes flashing with suspicion and alertness.

Su Xuanheng and Wei Yan looked at each other, their hands quietly resting on their sword hilts, Sword Qi circulating around them, ready to strike.

Just then, the eyes of the twelve jade statues in the hall suddenly flickered with a ghostly light, as if they had been startled awake from a deep sleep.

The other Fan Family Cultivator's face changed drastically as he cried out in alarm: “Old Fan, stop quickly!”