Chapter 92 Each Obtains a Rare Treasure

The next morning, Liu Qingyan personally led the group to the Sect's Magic Treasure vault located behind the mountain.

The vault was built against the mountain, its stone gate carved with intricate ancient runes. Two Golden Core Cultivators stood guard before the gate, and only upon seeing Liu Qingyan arrive did they slowly open it.

As the stone gate slowly opened, rich Spiritual Qi surged forth like a tidal wave, causing the five of them to feel refreshed.

The interior of the vault was far more vast than they had imagined. A night-luminescent pearl hung every few zhang, its soft light illuminating the dazzling array of Magic Treasures.

Flying Swords on the racks shimmered with spiritual light, the Formation Plates on the jade pedestals flickered with runes, the Pill Furnaces emitted a warm, gentle glow, and the spiritual plant cultivation dishes were lush with greenery—it was a sight to behold.

"Remember the rules: each person is limited to one item," Liu Qingyan reminded them again, her gaze sweeping over the five. "Choosing a Magic Treasure is a matter of Opportunity; there is no need to rush. Just sense them carefully."

As soon as she finished speaking, the five of them dispersed, walking toward different areas.

Su Qingyuan had a calm temperament; she was not attracted by the brilliantly shining Magic Treasures, but instead walked slowly along the edge of the cavern.

The jiaowei sword casket at her waist had been quiet, but at this moment, it felt faintly warm, as if guiding her toward something.

Walking to an inconspicuous corner deep in the cavern, she stopped—a pile of discarded items lay there, and among them, an "iron rod" was particularly striking.

It was called an iron rod, but in reality, it was covered in thick rust, its surface pitted and uneven. Even the shape of a sword was blurred, the edge long since rusted away, making it look even worse than ordinary iron.

A guarding Cultivator glanced at the iron rod and couldn't help but frown: "How can such scrap metal be considered a Magic Treasure? There are many Flying Swords with excellent quality ahead; why waste your Opportunity here?"

Su Qingyuan did not respond. She reached out a finger and gently touched the "iron rod."

The moment her fingertip made contact, the jiaowei sword casket at her waist suddenly trembled violently, emitting a buzzing sound. Pale cyan patterns emerged on the casket, echoing the faint, remnants visible on the "iron rod."

A warm current traveled from the "iron rod" into her fingertip, spreading up her arm throughout her entire body, resonating with the spiritual power in the sword casket. The feeling was like an embrace between long-lost relatives.

"This is..." A flash of surprise crossed Su Qingyuan's eyes. She could clearly feel that there was an inseparable connection between this "iron rod" and the jiaowei sword casket.

She had once heard Lin Yue say that the jiaowei sword casket contained nine swords, collectively known as the Nine Jiaowei Swords. Now that she only possessed one, could this rusty "iron rod" be another of the lost ones?

Su Qingyuan attempted to channel her spiritual power into the "iron rod," trying to wipe away the rust on its surface.

Unexpectedly, as her spiritual power circulated, the thick layers of rust slowly flaked off, revealing a dark cyan sword body underneath. The blade was engraved with fine, ancient patterns; although still damaged, it faintly exuded a sharp, piercing aura.

The jiaowei sword casket trembled even more violently, as if cheering with joy.

Su Qingyuan did not hesitate any longer and stored the broken sword into the sword casket. The casket instantly quieted down, with only a faint spiritual light lingering around it.

On the other side, A He was like a curious little deer, bouncing around the vault. Her eyes swept over the exquisite Magic Treasures, but she shook her head at each one.

Until she walked up to a rack holding bows and crossbows, where her gaze was caught by a vine bow in the corner.

The vine bow was withered and yellow, covered in cracks of varying depths. It had neither a bowstring nor a quiver, and it appeared to have long since lost its spirituality, no different from ordinary dead wood.

But A He's eyes lit up, and she reached out to pick up the vine bow.

It felt slightly heavy in her hand, yet it carried a warm, gentle aura, as if it were alive.

She subconsciously injected a trace of spiritual power into it, and saw a faint green light flash within the cracks on the surface of the vine bow. The originally withered vine body actually gained a hint of flexibility.

"This is it!" A He beamed with joy, hugging the vine bow tightly to her chest as if she had obtained a priceless treasure.

Liu Qingyan happened to walk over. Seeing the vine bow A He had chosen, a flash of approval crossed her eyes: "You have a unique eye. This is the 'azure spirit vine bow,' the clan-protecting treasure of the Tiannan Vine Clan. It was forged from thousand-year Profound Ice Vines. It uses spiritual power as a string and draws upon the power of Profound Water between heaven and earth to manifest arrows. When Cultivated to the extreme, a single arrow can break ten thousand techniques. However, this bow is extremely strict in choosing its master and requires nourishment from one's own spiritual power to restore its former power. Even if an ordinary Cultivator were to obtain it, they would struggle to unleash its might."

Upon hearing this, A He was even more delighted. She quickly expressed her thanks, then couldn't wait to start trying to inject spiritual power into it, familiarizing herself with the feel of the vine bow.

Luo Ningshuang had a cold and aloof personality; she was extremely cautious in her actions.

She wandered through the vault for a long time, looking at many Magic Treasures like Flying Swords, Formation Plates, and Pill Furnaces, but none had moved her heart.

Until she walked up to a jade pedestal holding exotic weapons, where her gaze landed on a small, delicate seven-craft shuttle.

The shuttle was only the size of a thumb, carved from some unknown black jade. Its surface was engraved with intricate patterns, faintly exuding a cold and sinister aura.

"Cunyin Ruomeng?" Luo Ningshuang softly read the three characters engraved on the base of the shuttle.

She reached out and picked up the shuttle. It felt icy cold in her hand, and a subtle fluctuation of spiritual power emanated from it.

After a moment of thought, she understood the purpose of this shuttle—it could be used for long-range attacks, as swift as a Flying Sword, and for close-quarters combat, as sharp as a dagger. More importantly, there was a tiny groove inside the shuttle that could hold potent poison; once poisoned, its power would be doubled.

For Luo Ningshuang, who excelled in using poison and finishing battles quickly, this seven-craft shuttle was undoubtedly the most suitable Magic Treasure.

She did not hesitate in the slightest, picking up the shuttle and pricking her fingertip to drip a drop of her essence blood onto it.

As the essence blood merged into the shuttle, the black body of the shuttle flashed with a dark red light, instantly establishing a connection with Luo Ningshuang.

She attempted to channel her spiritual power into the shuttle, and saw it transform into a black shadow, spinning nimbly at her fingertips. Its speed was as fast as lightning, faintly accompanied by the sound of tearing through the air. Luo Ningshuang nodded with satisfaction and tucked the shuttle into her sleeve.

Ling Wei had a keen interest in Formations since she was young. After entering the vault, she walked straight to the area where Formation Plates were kept.

The Formation Plates on the racks were of many varieties—defensive, offensive, and trapping types—all filled with abundant Spiritual Qi and exquisite runes.

But after looking for a long time, Ling Wei felt unsatisfied; either the functions were too singular, or the setup was too cumbersome.

Just as she was about to give up, a palm-sized circular jade disk caught her attention.

The jade disk was pure white throughout, engraved with dense, intricate Formation patterns. They appeared chaotic at first glance, but in reality, they contained hidden mysteries. Seven tiny, colorful gemstones were embedded along the edge, emitting a faint spiritual light.

The five characters "hundred treasure exquisite disk" were engraved on the bottom of the jade disk.

Ling Wei picked up the jade disk and felt it was warm and smooth to the touch, with a pure Spiritual Qi emanating from it.

She injected her spiritual power into it, and the Formation patterns on the jade disk instantly lit up. The seven gemstones emitted lights of different colors, forming a miniature Formation.

She could clearly feel that this jade disk could not only quickly set up various basic Formations but also use spiritual power to guide and forcibly pull enemies with cultivation levels not higher than her own into the Formation. Its practicality was extremely high.

"Great!" Ling Wei rejoiced in her heart; this was the Magic Treasure she had been dreaming of. She immediately sat cross-legged, placed the hundred treasure exquisite disk on her lap, focused her mind, and guided her own spiritual power to slowly flow into the jade disk.

As the spiritual power was injected, the Formation patterns on the jade disk became increasingly clear, and the light from the seven gemstones grew brighter and brighter. An invisible suction force radiated from the jade disk, causing the surrounding Spiritual Qi to converge and be absorbed by the disk.

Ling Wei could feel that her connection with the jade disk was growing closer, and the Formation within the disk was becoming increasingly easy to control.