152: Chapter 152 The Eastern Emperor Bell Fragment Acquired, A Threat from Li Chen

Three dazzling balls of light, like three meteors, descended toward the location where Xia Jin and the other two were standing.

Everyone's gaze was instantly drawn to them.

The fluctuations radiating from those balls of light, even from a distance of several dozen zhang, still made people feel alarmed.

There was no need to think twice; these were undoubtedly extremely precious treasures!

After all, this was the handiwork of the Divine Temple, so how could they be anything less than extraordinary?

"They are here!"

A flash of brilliance shone in Xia Jin's eyes. His body did not move, but his Divine Sense had already locked onto the ball of light in the center.

That's right, it's that one!

That palm-sized metal fragment! The Fragment of the Donghuang Bell!

Just as the ball of light was about to descend completely onto his head, Xia Jin reached out his right hand. His spiritual power transformed into a large hand, directly grabbing at the light in the center.

"Swish."

The ball of light was in his hand, but Xia Jin did not even have time to take a closer look.

Because the moment he grasped the fragment, it suddenly transformed into a beam of light and drilled directly into the space between his eyebrows!

"Hmm?"

Xia Jin was slightly startled, but he quickly calmed down.

Because inside his Sea of Consciousness, that palm-sized fragment was quietly hovering above his Divine Soul.

From the fragment, a wisp of Chaos Qi would fall from time to time, enveloping his Divine Soul, seemingly nurturing it invisibly.

At that very instant, the System notification sound rang out in Xia Jin's mind again.

[Congratulations to the host for completing the mission: Ranked first in the Ancient Battlefield Trial, obtained the Fragment of the Donghuang Bell.]

[Mission Reward: 8,000 years of cultivation, Primordial Demon Emperor Art (Elementary).]

Inside his sleeves, Xia Jin's hands were clenched tightly.

His Face remained calm and unruffled, but within his chest, his heart, which had been peaceful for so long, pounded violently a few times at this moment.

Fragment of the Donghuang Bell.

8,000 years of cultivation.

Primordial Demon Emperor Art.

Any one of these three items, if brought out, would be enough to drive those hegemonic forces in the outside world insane.

And now, they all belonged to him!

Xia Jin took a deep breath, and after several more deep breaths, he slowly suppressed the excitement in his heart.

He raised his head, maintaining his composure, and looked at the two people beside him.

At this moment, the other two rays of light had also landed in the hands of Venerable Miaodi and the Grey-robed Swordsman Jian Wuhen.

In Venerable Miaodi's palm was a palm-sized jade bottle. Inside the jade bottle, one could faintly see that it contained half a bottle of golden liquid. Just a casual shake caused an extremely dense aura of life to overflow from the bottle.

In the hands of the Grey-robed Swordsman Jian Wuhen was an ancient scroll made of animal skin.

Before even looking at it, just holding it made him feel as if thousands of sharp swords were stabbing toward him.

"You two, put them away quickly!"

Xia Jin suddenly spoke, his voice carrying a hint of warning.

Jian Wuhen was taken aback, then immediately reacted.

He hurriedly tucked the animal skin scroll into his robes and looked up, his Face full of gratitude: "Brother Xia, I am afraid I will never be able to repay the favor I owe you this time."

Venerable Miaodi also calmly tucked the jade bottle into his sleeve, pressed his palms together, and bowed deeply to Xia Jin: "Amitabha, Benefactor Xia, this old monk will keep your great kindness in his heart."

He raised his head, and in his cloudy old eyes, a rare look of excitement emerged.

Only he himself knew what the golden liquid in this bottle meant to him.

The secret Buddhist technique he Cultivated was called the "Nine Lives Reincarnation Great Method."

This Cultivation Technique required experiencing nine cycles of Reincarnation. In each life, the cultivation of the previous eight lives would be sealed. When the ninth life arrived, the cultivation of the nine lives would merge into one, only then could it reach Major Achievement.

And he was currently in his ninth life.

However, due to his withered Qi and blood, he had been unable to completely achieve the Fusion of the cultivation from the previous eight lives. Those eight vast powers were sealed within his eight Divine Souls; clearly within reach, yet he could not use a single bit of them.

But with this liquid of life in the bottle...

Venerable Miaodi took a deep breath, and a light never seen before flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Once the cultivation of the nine lives underwent Fusion, his strength would undergo a heaven-shaking and earth-shattering change!

By then...

He did not continue to think; he just bowed deeply to Xia Jin once more.

Just then, a somewhat gloomy voice came from the left.

"The three from Dongxuan Continent, may we have a word!?"

"Hmm!?" Hearing that voice, Xia Jin could not help but frown slightly. He turned his head and looked in the direction from which the voice came.

He saw the man wearing black armor with two maces strapped to his back walking over with a gloomy expression.

His gaze swept over Venerable Miaodi and the other person, then landed on Xia Jin.

He was very clear that among these three, Xia Jin was undoubtedly the one who truly called the shots.

Although he hadn't clearly seen what those three treasures were just now, the fluctuations when the three balls of light descended, as well as the aura that made even him feel palpitations, were enough to explain everything.

Those were definitely rare treasures!

Even more precious than any treasure he had ever seen!

"Fellow Daoist." Li Chen stopped three zhang away from Xia Jin, cupped his fists, and squeezed out a smile, "I am very interested in the three treasures you just obtained. Would you be willing to part with them? No matter the cost, as long as you name it, I will do my utmost to satisfy it."

Xia Jin did not speak; he just glanced at him, a mocking smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"This bastard! How dare he ignore me!?" The smile on Li Chen's Face stiffened slightly, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Behind him, the man carrying a long spear sank his Face, stepped forward, and said coldly: "Hey! Our boss is talking to you! Are you deaf?"

Xia Jin still did not react.

Seeing this, the Grey-robed Swordsman Jian Wuhen also sneered, crossed his arms, and looked at the three of them with a playful expression.

Just a moment ago, these people were mocking them for "hiding and not daring to fight," and now, look at them, approaching as soon as they saw treasure?

Li Chen's expression darkened completely.

He took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the anger in his heart: "Fellow Daoist, I am sincerely wanting to trade with you. As long as you are willing to part with them, anything from our Tianqi Continent that catches your eye can be yours to choose!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the smile on Jian Wuhen's Face froze slightly.

Choose any three items from the Tianqi Continent's treasury?

This offer was certainly not small.

However, Xia Jin still did not react, maintaining that smile that made people feel annoyed.

Li Chen's eyes turned completely cold.

"It seems you do not think much of me! Since that is the case, then do not blame me..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a jade hand suddenly pressed onto his shoulder.

"Enough."

A cold female voice rang out.

Li Chen frowned and looked back, only to see a white figure had appeared behind him at some point.

It was the woman wearing a white veil who had previously led Xia Jin and the others into the stone gate.

"Are you also going to stop me!?"

Li Chen's expression instantly became somewhat ugly.

The woman would not give Li Chen any Face; she just glanced at him indifferently, "In the Trial Grounds of the Divine Temple, fighting is prohibited. Violators will die."

As the word 'die' fell, Li Chen only felt a chill rush from the soles of his feet straight to his skull.

He did not continue, just took a step back and looked deeply at Xia Jin.

The woman ignored him and just turned her gaze slightly, landing on Xia Jin.

"You few can return to your respective continents. In ten days, we will formally bring you few into the Divine Temple!"

After saying this, her figure instantly flew toward the clouds in the sky.

"You three! I hope you can survive these ten days!" Li Chen sneered, waved his hand, and left with the two people behind him.

After walking a few miles, the man carrying the long spear whispered: "Boss, are we just going to let it go like this?"

Li Chen's steps paused.

He did not look back, but a sinister curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Let it go?"

He sneered.

"Once we leave the Divine Temple, I will see who can still protect him."