142: Chapter 172 The Mysterious Statue

"Hoo!"

Jiang Ling felt the powerful energy within his body, a sensation that was exceptionally refreshing.

This blood transformation divine saber truly was a demonic blade.

Its power was indeed formidable; not only could it cut through iron like butter, but it could also absorb blood to strengthen itself.

However, absorbing too much blood would also make one extremely violent.

"Whatever!"

"For now, this blood transformation divine saber is of immense help to me, allowing my strength to increase by a large margin."

"Without the blood transformation divine saber, I'm afraid it would have been impossible to kill those God Worship Cult members today, and there might have even been danger."

...

As time passed, the bloody light on the blood transformation divine saber gradually faded, and the violent aura on Jiang Ling also slowly disappeared.

"It's time to enter this palace and take a look."

"There must be treasures inside this palace!"

Jiang Ling took large strides and walked toward the palace.

Having learned his lesson from the Undead General earlier, Jiang Ling didn't dare to be careless and stepped into the palace cautiously.

He looked around but didn't find any danger.

The interior of the palace was also very dilapidated, with many places already collapsed.

Jiang Ling walked inside, searching for places where treasures might be hidden.

Jiang Ling passed through layer after layer of pavilions and halls, but unfortunately, he had no harvest.

Just then, Jiang Ling suddenly heard the sound of people talking from behind.

"Someone is coming?"

Jiang Ling was slightly startled and quickly hid.

He didn't know if these people were friends or foes.

In a place like this, there were no legal restraints, only the law of the jungle. If the other party felt he was a threat, they might very well just kill him directly.

Those people's footsteps were very fast, and they reached the vicinity of Jiang Ling's hiding spot in an instant.

Listening to their speech, Jiang Ling was startled again. Their gibberish was not the language of Great Xia; they were Island Country Martial Artists again.

"To think that more Martial Artists from the Island Country have come!"

"Hmph, they truly haven't given up their wicked designs on our Great Xia!"

Jiang Ling peeked toward the other party from his hiding place.

He saw a team of over a dozen people, every one of them at the fourth rank or above, with the vast majority having reached the fifth rank.

The leader was actually an exquisitely beautiful woman!

The woman wore a refined white martial arts uniform with a deep blue belt tied around her waist, looking like an iris blooming in the snow.

Her face was as exquisite as a painting, her skin as white as snow, delicate and lustrous. Beneath her curved eyebrows, a pair of bright eyes were like deep lakes, clear and resolute.

Her gaze sometimes flowed with gentle ripples and other times flashed with a sharp edge, as if she could see through everything. Her high nose bridge and slightly upturned mouth added a bit of stubbornness and pride to her.

Her hair hung over her shoulders like a black waterfall, swaying gently with her movements. A few strands of hair playfully clung to her cheeks, further highlighting her charm and vibrancy.

A white samurai sword was tucked into her waist, complementing her body and looking extremely harmonious.

The other Martial Artists seemed to hold this woman in great awe, following behind her with their heads bowed, not daring to look at her directly.

The woman walked very lightly, following a specific footwork that balanced offense and defense.

Jiang Ling's pupils constricted slightly; this woman's strength seemed very formidable.

"I can't let them get the things of our Great Xia!"

Jiang Ling took a deep breath and cautiously followed behind these Island Country Martial Artists, ready to strike at the right moment.

Now that he had the blood transformation divine saber, he had more confidence.

Although the opponent's strength was much greater than his, he was confident he could stir things up.

These Island Country Martial Artists moved very quickly, searching back and forth in the palace for traces of treasures.

Suddenly, a series of clicking sounds from armor friction came through.

A squad of Undead Soldiers appeared.

They seemed to be the former guards of this palace, still loyally protecting it even after death.

Upon seeing these Island Country Martial Artists, the Undead Soldiers immediately rushed forward together quickly.

These Undead Soldiers were much stronger than the ones Jiang Ling had seen outside fighting the Lu family.

Seeing the Undead Soldiers appear, the Woman in White Clothes's beautiful eyes constricted slightly, and she suddenly drew the samurai sword from her waist.

It was a slender samurai sword, but its entire body was pink.

The Woman in White Clothes gave a soft shout, swinging the slender samurai sword forward while murmuring a sentence in the Island Country's language that Jiang Ling couldn't understand.

In the next moment, the pink samurai sword actually split into countless blade shadows, like cherry blossoms falling all over the sky, slashing down one by one toward those Undead Soldiers.

Chi chi chi...

After a series of faint, fine sounds, the Undead Soldiers' movements began to stiffen. In the next moment, all the Undead Soldiers began to fall apart, piece by piece, dropping to the ground.

A squad of about a hundred Undead Soldiers was instantly killed by this Woman in White Clothes!

“Holy crap!”

Jiang Ling couldn't help but cry out in his heart.

This woman is so powerful!

What kind of sword is that?

With one swing, it's like cherry blossoms falling from the sky, and all the enemies are dismembered.

Is this the power of the blade, or the strength of the blade technique?

"These Island Country Martial Artists are not to be underestimated!"

Jiang Ling's brow furrowed.

"It seems I must find those treasures one step ahead of them; otherwise, it will likely be very difficult to go head-to-head with them."

Jiang Ling took a deep breath, deployed the Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang Steps, and quickly flew toward other areas.

At this time, Jiang Ling heard the sounds of fighting and talking coming from other places again.

He didn't know if it was the Martial Artists of the Lu family or if other forces had also arrived!

The situation here was starting to become complicated.

Jiang Ling quickly arrived at one of the intact palaces and began searching, but as a result, he wasn't able to find anything.

Just when Jiang Ling thought he was going to return empty-handed again, he suddenly saw a huge statue enshrined in this palace that looked somewhat familiar.

"This statue... looks like the image of an Ancestral Master enshrined by the Daoists!"

"Hiss!"

"The owner of this palace once enshrined a Daoist Ancestral Master?"

"Then, who is this Ancestral Master being enshrined?"

Jiang Ling stood in front of this statue, feeling a special sensation faintly coming from it.

It was as if...

This statue was alive!

"It has spirituality?"

Jiang Ling was slightly startled.

He walked around the statue once but didn't find anything unusual.

In fact, he still felt the statue was extraordinary; this was the keen perception brought to him by his powerful Mental Energy.

Ultimately, he stopped at the position of the prayer mat in front of the statue.

Thump!

Jiang Ling knelt down!

As a person of Great Xia, kneeling to a Daoist Ancestral Master was not a shameful thing.

And the moment he knelt down, Jiang Ling felt as if the statue before him had come to life.