881: Items from the Immortal's Tomb, Coffin Fragments

Wang the Celestial Being made an outrageous demand: "That brat tricked me and cost me ten thousand taels of gold. You hand over ten thousand taels of gold, and we'll call it even! Otherwise, this old man will smash this place."

He was very displeased about being played by that brat!

Whether that brat was connected to Zhongzhou Academy or not, he had to regain some face from Zhongzhou Academy.

In short, it was because Zhongzhou Academy was easy to manipulate.

If the people of Zhongzhou Academy knew what Wang the Celestial Being was thinking, they would surely spit blood in anger. It was simply an undeserved calamity.

"Alright, I'll pay for the academy."

In the Imperial City, that aged voice rang out, carrying a hint of helplessness.

This old fellow, an ancient relic who had lived for ten thousand years, still loved worldly gold and silver so much, which was quite baffling.

"Now that's more like it!"

Wang the Celestial Being put away his Dao sword, a smile appearing on his face, and flew directly upwards.

With ten thousand taels of gold, he could enjoy himself for a while longer before he died.

"Pfft!"

Li Fusheng instantly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and a huge crack appeared in the mountain gate, the sword qi lingering for a long time.

He had only been barely holding on with that last sword strike; with his cultivation as a Half-Sage, he was no match for Wang the Celestial Being.

This Wang the Celestial Being was an old ancestor of the Heaven Mending Sect, who had lived for a long time. In front of him, Li Fusheng was merely a junior.

"Dean!"

The surrounding people immediately stepped forward.

Li Fusheng waved his hand and said, "I'm fine."

"Dean, who exactly is this old Daoist priest?"

Those people asked, full of confusion.

The Dean was already a Half-Sage, with heaven-defying cultivation and profound creation. Yet, that old Daoist priest could repel the Dean, which was very strange.

Li Fusheng said in a solemn voice, "He is an old ancestor of the Heaven Mending Sect, named Wang the Celestial Being. He has lived for twelve thousand years, his cultivation is heaven-defying, and his lifespan is now nearing its end. He has left the Heaven Mending Sect; whoever dares to provoke him will die!"

In this world, what kind of people are the most terrifying?

Naturally, it's those old fellows who are about to perish. Once you provoke such an old fellow, they view life and death lightly and will drag you down with them.

Let alone him, Li Fusheng; today, with Wang the Celestial Being appearing in Dongfang City, even the old relics of the imperial family would have to treat him with caution.

"Heaven Mending Sect, Wang the Celestial Being, lived for twelve thousand years?"

Everyone's hearts tightened. That old Daoist priest was actually a living fossil, truly terrifying. No wonder his strength was so formidable.

Such an old fellow, once he descends the mountain, means his lifespan is nearing its end, and he wants to fight for a sliver of hope. Whoever displeases him will die.

Li Fusheng said in a deep voice, "He is a contemporary of my grand-master, so it's normal that you don't know him. However, you should know the elder from Tianji Pavilion named Wang Tianming; he is a junior of Wang the Celestial Being..."

Tianji Pavilion, as a major power in Zhongzhou, actually has the shadow of the Heaven Mending Sect behind it. This is also why very few people dare to provoke Tianji Pavilion.

Everyone was again greatly startled. That Elder Wang from Tianji Pavilion was actually a junior of this Wang the Celestial Being?

At the same time.

The Academy.

On a mountain peak.

Shi Qingxuan was playing chess with an old man in a green robe: "Your net of heaven and earth has been broken."

"Oh? Who has such great ability?"

The old man in the green robe raised an eyebrow. He was precisely the Chess Saint of Zhongzhou Academy.

Although he had the title "Saint," he was not a Half-Sage, nor was he a Sage, but rather a master of chess. In the path of chess, he basically had no opponents.

In terms of cultivation, he was merely at Peak Creation Realm.

Shi Qingxuan smiled and said, "It's an interesting young man. I think he should have already arrived at Dongfang City."

"Then I'd like to see."

The Chess Saint made a move.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, his gaze sharpened, and he immediately picked up a soul tablet. This soul tablet was broken.

"My disciple is dead."

The Chess Saint's face darkened. Hadn't he sent Gongsun Yuan to Hongru Academy to challenge them? Now, the person was dead. Who did it?

Shi Qingxuan's eyes showed no ripples: "Hongru Academy is the Confucian Sage's territory. It is normal for people from Zhongzhou Academy to suffer casualties when challenging them."

"..."

The Chess Saint's face was extremely gloomy. He would not let this matter rest. Whoever dared to harm his disciple deserved to be executed!

Shi Qingxuan smiled and said no more, simply placing a casual piece. She glanced in one direction: "The Dean suffered a great loss."

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Hongru Academy.

Inside the pavilion.

Xie Weilou took out the copper block given by the old Daoist priest. He carefully observed it and found that there were extremely special array patterns on the copper block.

With his array cultivation, he could not see through it at all.

Within this copper block, there was also a dark power, extremely extraordinary.

Xie Weilou took out the undying token.

Buzz!

The undying token seemed to sense the extraordinary nature of the copper block and immediately flickered with a faint light.

"Oh! Kid, you got something good again?"

The voice of the old man from the Undying Pawnshop rang out.

Xie Weilou smiled and said, "I picked up a piece of copper. I'd like to ask senior to appraise it."

"Good heavens! This is an item from the Immortal Tomb! You're really good at picking things up..."

The old man seemed a little surprised. He really hadn't misjudged him; this kid had extraordinary luck.

"An item from the Immortal Tomb?"

Xie Weilou's eyes narrowed. Was this thing really brought out of the Immortal Tomb by that old Daoist priest?

If so, it was probably not simple at all.

The old man said, "There are countless coffins in the Immortal Tomb. This should be a fragment of a bronze coffin. Find a time to bring it to Undying City, and I will trade with you. I can give you a precious art."

"Next time for sure."

Xie Weilou decisively put away the copper block. Something that even the old man wanted to trade for must not be simple and was worth studying carefully.

"Kid, holding such an unclean thing, be careful of ominous late years."

The old man said earnestly.

"No big deal. I have quite a few ominous things on me. If there are too many troubles, then it's not a trouble."

Xie Weilou smiled faintly and threw the undying token into the emperor talisman.

"Tonight, it's time to do something."

Xie Weilou looked out the window, his face deep in thought.

He had already received information about the Demon God Totem. The candidates for Elder Gu were locked on Shi Qingxuan, Marquis Zhenyu, and Prince Qing. Tonight, he could make his move.

With the ten thousand souls banner and the Bronze Cursed Man, even if these three were strong, he was not afraid. He was too lazy to investigate slowly; he could just act directly.

"Let's start with Prince Qing!"

A faint light flashed in Xie Weilou's eyes.

"Big Brother Xie, someone sent a letter."

Xie Buxian entered the pavilion and handed a letter to Xie Weilou.

Xie Weilou took the letter, tore it open directly. The letter contained information about Shi Qingxuan, Marquis Zhenyu, and Prince Qing.

In addition, there was a special token. This letter came from the Marquis of Eight Desolations.

Xie Weilou stared at the contents of the letter.

These three were all at the Venerable Realm. Among them, Vice Dean Shi Qingxuan had the strongest cultivation, already touching the threshold of a Half-Sage. As for the other two, they were at the late Venerable stage.

Prince Qing was in the Prince Qing Mansion in the Upper City. To enter the Upper City, a special token was required. The token given by the Marquis of Eight Desolations just happened to allow him to enter the Upper City!

"..."

Xie Weilou smiled faintly, crushed the letter, and put away the token.