350: Lu Xuan was overjoyed when he saw the magical weapon!

Chapter 347: Immortal Artifact Appears, Lu Xuan Greatly Delighted!

Back in his palace, Lu Xuan's gaze was deep as he stared at the storage bag in his hand.

The Sect did not allow Golden Core Realm Elders to capture those two renegade Disciples.

He himself was a Golden Core Realm existence.

If he were discovered, wouldn't it cause unnecessary trouble?

“Liuyan Valley of the Southern Domain…”

Lu Xuan stroked his chin, pondering. This was also one of the ten great Sects of the Swallowing Sun Dynasty.

The Valley Master was an old monster of the late Nascent Soul stage, on par with his own Sect Master, and his strength was extremely astonishing.

Liuyan Valley was located at the junction of the three domains, where volcanic groups erupted all year round, and magma torrents carved the entire valley into a natural labyrinth.

However, Lu Xuan expected that Wind Yao and Cang Mingtian would not be foolish enough to run to someone else's lair.

If Lu Xuan's prediction was correct, the two of them should have fled to a Mortal Empire in the Southern Domain.

Of course, what concerned Lu Xuan the most was this:

At the farthest border of the Southern Domain, there was the Burning Heaven Mountain Range, stretching for tens of thousands of miles.

Innumerable demon beasts resided there, perhaps even Golden Core Realm demon beasts.

Host: Red Dust Immortal Lu Xuan (Second Life)

Realm: Golden Core (Mid-stage)

Cultivation Technique: Canghai Bibo Technique 5/9

Points: 22300

Lu Xuan's five fingers suddenly tightened, his knuckles turning slightly white from the exertion.

A wisp of pure blue spiritual energy surged from his Golden Core, flowing through his Meridians to his palm.

Immediately, the blue spiritual energy, like a spiritual snake, drilled into the dusty storage bag.

“Open!”

Lu Xuan let out a low cry, and the previously silent, masterless storage bag instantly glowed with a hazy blue light.

The Seal on the bag's opening melted like ice and snow, crumbling under the impact of Lu Xuan's spiritual energy.

The moment his Divine Sense probed inside, Lu Xuan's pupils abruptly contracted.

A crystal-clear Top-Grade Spirit Stone lay quietly in a corner, its surface shimmering with pure white radiance, the rich spiritual energy almost solidifying into substance.

Next to it, two clusters of Profound-grade Heavenly Spiritual Objects emitted a rich, clear fragrance.

One of them was vaguely visible as the legendary Nine-leaf Profound Ginseng, while the other was a blue spiritual fruit filled with mist.

What astonished Lu Xuan the most was this:

Deep within the storage bag, a completely dark blue spirit sword floated in mid-air.

The sword body rippled like water, each tremor stirring up visible spiritual energy ripples.

The chilling Sword Qi on its body almost shattered Lu Xuan's probing Divine Sense.

“A low-grade Profound-grade spirit sword…”

Lu Xuan gasped, his right hand unconsciously touching the sword at his waist.

This low-grade Yellow-grade Clear Water Sword, which had accompanied his original body for over a hundred years, was like a firefly compared to the bright moon when placed beside it.

Seeing this, Lu Xuan's brows gradually furrowed, his fingertips unconsciously caressing the smooth surface of the storage bag.

Although this mission from the Sect was somewhat difficult, it wasn't worth the Sect Master bestowing so many treasures.

Even more suspicious was the Hall Master's meaningful glance when he handed over the storage bag…

“A mere traitor at the late Foundation Establishment Realm is not of much use.”

One Top-Grade Spirit Stone, two Profound-grade Heavenly Spiritual Objects, plus a low-grade Profound-grade spirit sword.

Was it just to hunt down an ant at the late Foundation Establishment Realm?

“Interesting, unless… he has an unspeakable secret.”

The next day, as dawn broke and morning mist still lingered.

Outside the Law Enforcement Hall, a dazzling blue light suddenly tore through the sky.

Like a brilliant, dazzling meteor, it streaked through the clouds, shooting straight towards the Southern Domain!

Lu Xuan stepped on his spirit sword, his robes fluttering, his body enveloped by a pale blue barrier of spiritual energy that cleaved through the oncoming gale.

His gaze was deep as he looked down at the rapidly receding mountains and rivers below, his mind churning with thoughts.

“I must act cautiously on this trip to the Southern Domain.”

Suddenly, the clouds ahead churned, and faint lightning flashed.

Lu Xuan frowned, and the spiritual energy within his Golden Core secretly began to circulate.

The blue spirit sword's speed seemed to gain immense power, becoming more than ten times faster than before, tearing through the air with an unstoppable momentum!

Host: Red Dust Immortal Lu Xuan (Second Life)

Realm: Golden Core (Late Stage)

Cultivation Technique: Canghai Bibo Technique 6/9

Points: 20000

One Top-Grade Spirit Stone, plus two Profound-grade Heavenly Spiritual Objects.

The System points obtained, combined with the previously remaining System points, just amounted to 50,000 System points.

And pushing the Canghai Bibo Technique to the 6th layer consumed exactly 30,000 System points.

This allowed Lu Xuan to break through to the late Golden Core Realm.

The Southern Domain's Holy Fire Dynasty.

This vast territory was a Mortal Dynasty controlled by Liuyan Valley.

And Yangming City was the border county town of the Holy Fire Dynasty closest to Liuyan Valley.

It was only a mere thousand miles from the mountain gate of that great cultivation Sect.

A thousand miles, for Mortals, might take more than half a month to traverse.

Even for low-level Cultivators in the Qi Condensation stage, it would take several days of travel.

But in the eyes of Foundation Establishment cultivators—it was just a day's sword flight!

The largest restaurant in Yangming City, Drunken Heart Pavilion.

In the Heaven-grade private room on the second floor.

A man and a woman sat facing each other, a slightly worn wooden table between them, tea fragrance wafting, yet unable to conceal the gravity in their expressions.

“Brother Tian, this is already the closest place to Liuyan Valley,” the woman said softly, her voice clear and cold, yet with a hint of undetectable weariness.

She wore a plain white dress, her hair simply tied up, without makeup, yet still unable to hide her innate delicate temperament.

Wind Yao!

The great-granddaughter of Elder Feng of the Canglan Heavenly Mansion Sect, she should have been a favored daughter of heaven, surrounded by stars within the Sect.

But now she was living incognito, hiding in this Mortal border town.

“The Sect… shouldn't send anyone to chase us anymore, right?”

Wind Yao's fingertips gently caressed the teacup, her gaze passing through the half-open window, looking towards the faintly visible direction of Liuyan Valley in the distance.

The man remained silent for a moment, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

“Not necessarily.”

Across the table, the man slowly raised his eyes, a dark current seeming to surge within them.

This was precisely Lu Xuan's target, Cang Mingtian!

Once the emperor of the Canglan Dynasty, he was now a solitary wanderer exiled across the world.

Though barely over thirty years old, his brows were already etched with the marks of hardship.

He lightly tapped the table with his knuckles, whispering, “Yao'er, once you and I break through to the Golden Core Realm…”

“No one in this world will be able to stop us.”

As soon as his words fell, Wind Yao suddenly smiled, and with her fingers like a sword, she lightly tapped her glabella.

“Buzz!”

The faint water-patterned mark on her forehead suddenly burst forth with dazzling blue light.

A sound like being in a deep-sea tempest resonated continuously within the private room!

Countless profound runes burst forth from the brilliance, interweaving in mid-air to form a brilliant star map.

The complete version of the Canglan Heavenly Mansion Sect's foundational Cultivation Technique, the “Canghai Bibo Technique”!

Cang Mingtian's pupils contracted, his hand in his sleeve unconsciously clenching.

This was the Canglan Heavenly Mansion's foundational Cultivation Technique, which only the Sect Master and Supreme Elders were allowed to cultivate.

Now, it was fully presented by Wind Yao through a soul imprint!

“Yao'er, you…” Cang Mingtian's voice was slightly hoarse, “You actually brought the Sect's Cultivation Technique out?”

The blue flowing light on Wind Yao's fingertips had not dissipated, making her eyes like cold pools: “Since I've betrayed the Sect, why should I still abide by its rules?”

Outside the window, a wisp of floating cloud passed across the sky in the direction of Liuyan Valley, and faint thunder rumbled.

As the blue light on her fingertips gradually faded, Wind Yao looked at the Cultivation Technique characters flowing in the air, a hint of reminiscence in her eyes.

That snowy morning twenty years ago felt like yesterday.

At that time, Cang Mingtian was not yet a monarch, but the most dazzling crown prince of the Canglan Dynasty.

With his status as a secular royal, he was admitted into the Canglan Heavenly Sect.

In just three years, he fought his way from an inner Disciple to a Core Disciple, becoming the youngest “Clear Water Sword” inheritor in a hundred years.

She still remembered the first time they met in the Sword Pavilion, how the young man in green robes cleaved a ten-foot waterfall with a single sword strike.

Amidst the mist, Cang Mingtian turned and raised an eyebrow: “Is Elder Feng's great-granddaughter only good at hiding under the corridor and peeking?”

Ten years of day and night, from the spiritual medicine garden to going out on official duties, from sparring with fellow Disciples to entrusting their lives to each other.

Until that day in front of the Sect's main hall, he took off his inner Disciple jade token, letting the autumn rain soak his dragon-patterned brocade robe.

“Yao'er, I must go back.”

At this moment, the “Canghai Bibo Technique” suspended in the air was emitting fluctuations like tidal ripples.

The ethereal figures formed by blue characters meticulously demonstrated the tempering of each spiritual aperture and the circulation of each meridian.

The foundational Cultivation Technique of one of the ten great Sects, the complete “Canghai Bibo Technique” inheritance.

At this moment, it unfolded slowly in this dilapidated teahouse, forming vivid pictures.

“Yao'er, to be honest, I also brought…”

Cang Mingtian's voice suddenly deepened, his right hand unconsciously reaching for the storage bag at his waist, his Adam's apple bobbing.

There seemed to be something heavy in the bag, causing his usually firm gaze to show a hint of struggle.

Just at this critical moment, Cang Mingtian's expression suddenly changed, his usually gentle face instantly covered with a layer of frost.

He spun around abruptly, his gaze like a hawk piercing through the carved window lattice, landing on the figure standing proudly in the sky.

Outside the window, the gale roared, carrying fragmented water vapor past the copper bells on the eaves, producing a clear yet slightly harsh sound.

A blue long sword was suspended in the clouds, complex spiritual energy flowing on its blade, emitting a deep blue light.

The middle-aged man standing with his hands behind his back on the sword had wide sleeves fluttering, and his dark mystic robes flapped in the wind.

The pressure emanating from his body caused pedestrians on the street below to stop in their tracks.

Pedestrians in the market stopped one after another, a child pointed at the sky and exclaimed, and the old man selling candy figures was so scared he fell to the ground.

In this Mortal city, those who rode swords through the air were Immortals!

The entire street fell into an eerie silence.

Wind Yao's slender fingers clenched the corner of her skirt, her body beneath the moonlight-white silk dress trembling slightly.

Her creamy complexion instantly lost its color, and ripples appeared in her beautiful eyes.

Her gaze was fixed on the person who had arrived outside the window, her cherry-like mouth slightly agape, yet unable to utter a sound.

It wasn't until two breaths later that she suddenly staggered half a step, barely steadying herself by holding onto the table edge.

Her expressive eyes suddenly widened, filled with disbelief and shock.

“Chief Deacon of the Law Enforcement Hall, Lu Xuan!”

Her voice trembled, almost squeezed out through gritted teeth.

As a Core Disciple of the Canglan Heavenly Mansion Sect, Wind Yao had seen this renowned Law Enforcement Elder several times at the Sect's grand ceremonies.

But the Lu Xuan suspended in the sky at this moment, radiating a chilling killing intent, was a completely different person from the calm and steady figure in her memory.

No wonder she couldn't believe her eyes for a moment.

“Brother Tian, you go first, I'll stop him!”

Wind Yao gritted her silver teeth, the jade hairpin in her hair slipping in the violent shaking, her dark hair cascading down like a waterfall.

Before her words finished, the top-grade Profound-grade Ice Soul Spirit Sword at her waist had already roared out of its sheath.

The cold light flowing on the sword tore through the air, transforming into nine Sword Qi streams that enveloped Lu Xuan's face.

The spiritual energy of a mid-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator erupted like raging waves, and spiderweb-like sword marks instantly bloomed on the wooden beams.

Splintered wood condensed into countless dust particles in the air.

Lu Xuan still stood with his hands behind his back, deep blue spiritual energy subtly flowing within his wide sleeves.

The next moment, Lu Xuan's brows slightly moved, and he casually waved his right hand, tracing a profound trajectory.

An invisible wave of spiritual energy, like a tangible force, spread out with a roar.

Wind Yao felt her spiritual energy instantly solidify, and those meticulously condensed Sword Qi streams disintegrated inch by inch in mid-air.

The spiritual energy backlash surged like a tide, and her throat sweetened, but she couldn't even let out a cry of pain.

She was dizzy and disoriented by Lu Xuan's overwhelming pressure.

Finally, under the illumination of the blue sword light in her hand, she slowly collapsed to the ground.

The top-grade Profound-grade spirit sword in her hand also lost its luster and fell to the ground.

“Cang Mingtian, as a Disciple of the Canglan Heavenly Mansion Sect, you betrayed the Sect and fled.”

Lu Xuan's voice was like cold iron, every word imbued with a murderous aura.

“This Deacon is acting on the Hall Master's orders—”

As he raised his hand, the spiritual energy within a ten-mile radius began to surge wildly, and a huge spiritual energy vortex condensed in the clouds.

“Kill without mercy!”

As soon as his words fell, a deep blue spiritual energy pillar, like an abyss, crashed down.

The entire second floor of the restaurant was reduced to dust amidst a terrifying roar.

Amidst the rising dust, Cang Mingtian's body glowed with a faint golden protective spiritual light, his late Foundation Establishment spiritual energy furiously circulating, struggling to support himself under the light pillar.

His clothes were torn to shreds by the spiritual energy storm, and blood seeped from the corners of his mouth, yet he still stared intently at Lu Xuan: “Wait!”

“Please, Immortal Master, spare my life, I have a treasure to offer!”

Lu Xuan was about to deliver the killing blow when he saw Cang Mingtian suddenly bite his tongue, spitting a mouthful of essence blood onto the storage bag.

A dazzling golden light shot up into the sky, and a golden jade Seal carved with ancient Pixiu patterns floated in mid-air.

The ancient characters flowing on the jade Seal resonated with heaven and earth, and wherever its pressure reached, even the spiritual energy around Lu Xuan solidified.

His pupils contracted, and his fingers in his sleeves trembled slightly—this aura.

Damn it, wasn't this an Immortal Artifact from the Tianwu World?

Seeing Cang Mingtian's veins bulge under the spiritual energy pressure, black blood oozing from his nose and mouth, and his bones emitting a teeth-grinding crunch.

Lu Xuan's spiritual energy around him suddenly paused, then completely retracted into his body.

He abruptly looked up towards the northwest sky, a wary look flashing in his previously cold eyes.

“Hmm?”

Lu Xuan murmured softly, and a bedroll rolled up into a hurricane, engulfing the dying Cang Mingtian and the unconscious Wind Yao on the ground.

“Someone's coming, you two come with me!”

Before his words finished, a deep blue spiritual light enveloped the three figures, streaking across the sky, leaving only afterimages behind.

Of course, Lu Xuan naturally held the most important jade Seal tightly in his hand.

The sound of tearing through the air shook the leaves within a radius of several miles, causing them to rustle down, and a bottomless crack was left in the clouds.

Under the ruins of the restaurant, the shopkeeper poked his head out from the wreckage of the counter, his cloudy eyes instantly drawn to the deep blue light on the first floor.

Several Low-Grade Spirit Stones, emitting a faint glow, lay quietly among the rubble, reflecting fragmented white light under the setting sun.

His breathing suddenly became rapid, and his fleshy face was covered with a fawning smile.

He scrambled over, clutching the Spirit Stones tightly in his calloused hands.

“Thank you, Immortal Master!”

The shopkeeper prostrated himself, his forehead heavily hitting the gravel-strewn ground.

His cloudy eyes stared greedily at the Spirit Stones in his palm, muttering, “This old man will go set up a longevity tablet for the Immortal Master…”