Chapter 519 - 347: An Immortal Artifact Appears, Lu Xuan Rejoices!

Chapter 519: Chapter 347: An Immortal Artifact Appears, Lu Xuan Rejoices!

Returning to his own palace, Lu Xuan gazed deeply at the storage bag in his hand.

The sect does not allow Golden Core Realm elders to capture those two defecting disciples.

And I am precisely at the Golden Core Realm.

If discovered, wouldn’t it cause unnecessary trouble?

"Southern Domain’s Flowing Flame Valley....."

Lu Xuan stroked his chin and pondered. It is also one of the ten major sects of the Sun-Swallowing Dynasty.

And the Valley Master is an old monster at the late-stage Nascent Soul, a peer to our Sect Leader, with incredibly astounding power.

Flowing Flame Valley is located at the junction of the three domains, with volcanoes erupting year-round, lava flows carving the entire gorge into a natural labyrinth.

However, Lu Xuan guessed that Fen Yao and Cangming Heaven wouldn’t foolishly run into someone else’s lair.

If Lu Xuan’s predictions are correct, the two should have fled to the Mortal Empire of the Southern Domain.

Of course, what concerns Lu Xuan most.

At the farthest border of the Southern Domain, lies the Heaven-Burning Mountain Range stretching tens of thousands of miles.

Countless demon beasts reside there, perhaps even those at the Golden Core Realm.

Host: Red Dust Immortal Lu Xuan (second life)

Realm: Golden Core (mid-stage)

Cultivation Technique: Vast Sea Cyan Wave Skill 5/9

Points: 22,300

Lu Xuan’s five fingers suddenly tightened, and his knuckles turned slightly pale from the force.

A wisp of pure blue Spiritual Power surged from the Golden Core within him, coursing through his meridians to his palm.

Immediately, the blue Spiritual Power, like a spiritual serpent, burrowed into the gray storage bag.

"Open!"

Lu Xuan uttered in a low voice, and the originally dormant, masterless storage bag suddenly emitted a layer of hazy blue light.

The seal at the bag’s mouth melted away like ice and snow, collapsing under Lu Xuan’s Spiritual Power impact.

The instant his Divine Sense penetrated, Lu Xuan’s pupils contracted sharply.

A pristine high-grade Spirit Stone quietly lay in the corner, its surface flowing with a pure white glow, the rich Spiritual Qi nearly solidifying.

Beside it, two clusters of Profound-grade Spiritual Objects exuded a rich fragrance.

Faintly visible, one was the legendary Nine-leaf Black Ginseng, while the other was a water-mist-filled blue Spirit Fruit.

What startled Lu Xuan the most.

Deep inside the storage bag, a dark blue Spirit Sword was floating mid-air.

The sword body rippled like water, and each vibration caused ripples of Spiritual Power visible to the naked eye.

The chilling Sword Qi on its blade almost shattered Lu Xuan’s invasive Divine Sense.

"A low-tier Spirit Sword of Profound-grade...."

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

This Clear Water Sword, a low-tier yellow-grade sword that accompanied his original self for over a hundred years, seemed like a firefly compared to the bright moon in comparison.

Seeing this, Lu Xuan’s brows gradually knitted tighter, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the storage bag’s smooth surface.

Though this sect mission had its difficulties, it did not merit such lavish treasures from the Sect Leader.

More puzzling was the meaningful look the Hall Master gave when delivering the storage bag.....

"A mere Foundation Establishment late-stage traitor is of little use."

A high-grade Spirit Stone, two Profound-grade Spiritual Objects, and a low-grade Profound Spirit Sword.

Is this merely to hunt down a Foundation Establishment late-stage ant?

"Interesting, unless..... he has a secret that cannot be revealed."

The next day, at the break of dawn, with the morning mist not yet dissipated.

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

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

Lu Xuan stood upon his Spirit Sword, his robes fluttering, surrounded by a pale blue barrier of Spiritual Power, shredding the oncoming strong winds.

His gaze solemn, he overlooked the rapidly retreating mountains and rivers below, though his thoughts were surging.

"This trip to the Southern Domain, caution is paramount."

Suddenly, ahead, the clouds surged, and faint flashes of lightning flickered.

Lu Xuan’s brow furrowed as the Golden Core within stealthily circulated its Spiritual Power.

The blue Spirit Sword seemed to have gained enormous strength, speeding up more than tenfold, breaking through with unstoppable force!

Host: Red Dust Immortal Lu Xuan (second life)

Realm: Golden Core (late-stage)

Cultivation Technique: Vast Sea Cyan Wave Skill 6/9

Points: 20,000

A high-grade Spirit Stone, plus two Profound-grade Celestial and Earthly Spiritual Objects.

The acquired System Points, together with the remaining points, exactly totaled 50,000 System Points.

Advancing the Vast Sea Cyan Wave Skill to the 6th level precisely consumed 30,000 System Points.

Allowing Lu Xuan to break through to the late-stage Golden Core Realm.

Southern Domain’s Holy Fire Dynasty.

This vast land is the secular dynasty controlled by Flowing Flame Valley.

And Yangming City is the border town of the Holy Fire Dynasty, closest to Flowing Flame Valley.

The distance to the immortal sect’s mountain gate is only a mere thousand miles.

A thousand miles, for mortals, might take half a month to traverse.

Even a low-stage cultivator at the Qi Refining Stage would take several days on foot.

But for Foundation Establishment cultivators—it’s merely a day’s sword flight, crossing it swiftly!

The largest tavern in Yangming City, Drunken Heart Tower.

In the premium private room on the second floor.

A man and a woman sat facing each other, a somewhat worn wooden table before them, the fragrance of tea wafting, yet it could not conceal the heaviness in their expressions.

"Tian, this is already the closest place to Flowing Flame Valley." The woman spoke softly, her voice cold, yet carrying a hint of imperceptible weariness.

She wore a plain white dress, her hair simply tied up, with no makeup, yet her innate elegance remained unmistakable.

Fen Yao!

She was the great-granddaughter of Mr. Fen, an elder of the Canglan Celestial Sect and ought to be a celestial maiden cherished by the sect.

Yet now she is in hiding, concealed in this mundane frontier city.

"The sect... shouldn’t send anyone after us anymore, right?"

Fen Yao gently stroked the teacup with her fingertips, her gaze passing through the half-open window, looking towards the distant and vague direction of Flowing Flame Valley.