Chapter 520 - 347: The Emergence of an Immortal Artifact, Lu Xuan’s Great Delight!

Chapter 520: Chapter 347: The Emergence of an Immortal Artifact, Lu Xuan’s Great Delight!

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

"Not necessarily."

Across the table, the man slowly raised his eyes, with a dark current seemingly flowing beneath them.

This was the very target of Lu Xuan’s pursuit, Cangming Heaven!

Once the emperor of the Canglan Dynasty, now a lone exile wandering the world.

Though he was just over thirty years old, his brows bore the marks of hardship.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the table and said in a low voice, "Yao’er, once we break through to the Golden Core Realm..."

"Then there will be no one in this world who can stop us."

As soon as the words fell, Fen Yao suddenly smiled, raised her fingers like a sword, and lightly tapped her brow.

"Buzz!"

The faintly visible watermark on her forehead suddenly burst forth with a dazzling blue light.

It was as if the sound of raging seas filled the room, constantly reverberating!

Countless mysterious runes shot out from the brilliance, weaving into a splendid star map in mid-air.

The complete version of Canglan Celestial Sect’s signature technique, "Vast Sea Cyan Wave Skill"!

Cangming Heaven’s pupils contracted abruptly, and his hand involuntarily clenched in the sleeve.

This was the sect’s signature Cultivation Technique, which only the Sect Leader and Supreme Elder could practice.

Yet now it was being fully presented by Fen Yao through the Divine Soul Seal!

"Yao’er, you..." Cangming Heaven’s voice was slightly hoarse, "actually brought out the sect’s technique?"

Fen Yao’s fingers still glowed with blue light, reflecting her eyes like a cold pond: "Having betrayed the sect, why adhere to the rules?"

Outside the window, a wisp of cloud drifted past the horizon of Flowing Flame Valley, with thunder faintly rumbling.

The blue light at her fingertips gradually subsided, Fen Yao gazed at the flowing words of the technique in the air, with a hint of reminiscence in her eyes.

That snowy morning twenty years ago seemed like it was just yesterday.

Back then, Cangming Heaven was not yet a monarch, but the most dazzling Crown Prince of the Canglan Dynasty.

Admitted into the Canglan Celestial Sect as part of the worldly royal family.

Within just three years, he rose from Inner Sect Disciple to Core Disciple, becoming the youngest bearer of the "Green Wave Sword" in a century.

She still remembered meeting for the first time in the Sword Pavilion, how that boy in azure robes cleaved through a thirty-foot waterfall with a single strike.

Among the mist, Cangming Heaven turned and raised his eyebrows: "Mr. Fen’s great-granddaughter, only knows to hide under the corridor and watch secretly?"

For ten years, from the Spirit Medicine Garden to carrying out external missions, from sparring among peers to trusting with life and death.

Until that day in front of the sect’s grand hall, he took off the inner sect jade medallion, letting autumn rain drench the dragon-patterned robe.

"Yao’er, I must return."

At this moment, the suspended "Vast Sea Cyan Wave Skill" was undulating like tidal ripples.

The miniature phantom figures formed by the blue text detailed every vital point’s tempering, every meridian’s operation meticulously.

One of the ten great sects’ signature techniques, the complete inheritance of "Vast Sea Cyan Wave Skill".

At this moment, it unfolded like vivid pictures in this shabby teahouse.

"Yao’er, to be honest, I also have..."

Cangming Heaven’s voice suddenly became low, his right hand unconsciously reached for the storage pouch at his waist, his Adam’s apple moved up and down.

Something heavy seemed to be in that pouch, causing even his usually steadfast gaze to waver slightly.

In this crucial moment, Cangming Heaven’s expression changed abruptly, the warmth on his face suddenly covered by a layer of frost.

He turned sharply, his gaze piercing through the carved window lattice like an eagle, landing on the proud figure in the sky.

Outside, the fierce wind howled, carrying fine droplets across the eaves’ copper bell, producing a clear yet slightly piercing sound.

Amidst the clouds, a blue long sword hung grandly, with intricate Spiritual Power flowing over its body, emitting a mysterious blue glow.

A middle-aged man stood with hands behind his back on the sword, his wide sleeves fluttering, the dark robe flapping fiercely in the wind.

The pressure radiating from him caused pedestrians on the street below to stop in their tracks.

Pedestrians halted, with children pointing at the sky exclaiming, an old man selling candy falling to the ground in fright.

In this mortal city, one who rides the sword into the sky is seen as a being among immortals!

The entire street plunged into an eerie silence.

Fen Yao’s alabaster fingertips clenched the hem of her dress, her moon-white gown-covered body slightly trembling.

Her creamy face lost all color instantly, with ripples surfacing in her beautiful eyes.

Her gaze locked fiercely on the person who arrived outside the window, her small cherry mouth slightly opened, unable to utter a single sound.

Until two breaths later, she suddenly stumbled a step, barely standing firm by supporting herself on the table.

Her affectionate eyes widened suddenly, filled with unbelieving shock.

"Law Enforcement Hall Chief Executor, Lu Xuan!"

Her voice trembled, as if she forced those words through clenched teeth.

As a core disciple of the Canglan Celestial Sect, Fen Yao had seen this famed Law Enforcement Elder at numerous sect ceremonies.

But the Lu Xuan now suspended in the sky exuded a chilling killing intent, starkly different from the calm and dignified figure she remembered.

No wonder she found it hard to believe her own eyes.

"Tian, you go first, I’ll hold him off!"

Fen Yao bit her silver teeth tightly, the jade hairpin slipped from her shaking hair, and her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

Before she finished speaking, the upper-tier ice spirit sword at her waist was already unsheathed with a dragon-like sound.

The cold glow on the sword’s blade ripped through the air, transforming into nine streaks of sword qi that surrounded and attacked Lu Xuan.

The mid-stage Foundation Establishment spiritual qi erupted like a tempest; spider-web like sword marks instantly blossomed on the wooden beams.

The flying wood chips congealed into countless dust particles in the air.

Lu Xuan still stood with his hands behind his back, and deep blue spiritual power circulated faintly through his broad sleeves.

In the next moment, Lu Xuan’s brow arched slightly, and he casually drew a mysterious trajectory with his right hand.

An intangible wave of spiritual power exploded outward as if it were material.

Fen Yao felt the spiritual qi around her freeze instantly; the meticulously gathered sword qi disintegrated inch by inch in mid-air.

The backlash of spiritual power surged like a tide; her throat tasted sweet, unable to utter even a cry of pain.

She was shaken by Lu Xuan’s overwhelming pressure, her head spinning and confused.

Finally, under the blue sword light in her hand, she slumped slowly to the ground.

The upper-tier spirit sword in her hand lost its glow and fell to the ground.

"Cangming Heaven, as a disciple of the Canglan Celestial Sect, you have betrayed the sect and fled."

Lu Xuan’s voice was as cold as iron, each word wrapped in a murderous air.

"By order of the Hall Master—"

He raised his hand, the spiritual qi within a ten-mile radius began to surge madly, a massive vortex of spiritual power condensed within the clouds.

"Kill without mercy!"

As soon as the words fell, a dark blue column of spiritual power descended like a violent abyss.

The second floor of the tavern was reduced to dust in the terrifying roar.

Amidst the rising dust, Cangming Heaven glowed with a light golden protective aura, his late-stage Foundation Establishment spiritual power operated frantically, barely sustaining under the light column.

His clothes were torn to shreds by the spiritual power storm, blood oozed from his mouth, yet he still stared fixedly at Lu Xuan: "Wait... wait!"

"Please spare my life, Executor, I have a treasure to offer!"

Lu Xuan was about to kill when Cangming Heaven suddenly bit his tongue, spraying a mouthful of essential blood onto the storage bag.

A dazzling golden light shot up, and a golden jade seal carved with ancient gluttonous patterns floated in the air.

The ancient writing on the surface of the jade seal resonated with the heavens and earth, where its pressure extended, even the spiritual power surrounding Lu Xuan stalled.

His pupils shrank, and his fingers within his sleeve trembled slightly—this aura.

Dammit, isn’t it the Immortal Artifact of the Celestial Martial Realm?

Sensing Cangming Heaven suffering under the spiritual power pressure, veins bulging, black blood seeping from his mouth and nose, bones creaking unpleasantly.

Suddenly, Lu Xuan’s spiritual power paused and then retracted fully into his body.

He looked up sharply towards the northwestern sky, a hint of vigilance passing through his previously cold eyes.

"Hmm?"

Lu Xuan muttered softly, as a bedroll spun a whirlwind, wrapping the near-dead Cangming Heaven and unconscious Fen Yao from the floor.

"Someone’s coming, you two come along with me!"

The words weren’t finished before a dark blue spiritual light swept the three across the sky, leaving only a shadow in the original place.

Of course, the most important jade seal was held tightly by Lu Xuan.

The sound of breaking the air shook the leaves within miles, dropping them in a rustling shower, leaving a deep abyssal crack in the clouds.

Under the tavern’s ruins, the shopkeeper’s head poked out from the counter’s wreckage, his cloudy eyes immediately attracted by the ghostly blue glow on the ground floor.

A few lower-tier spirit stones quietly lay in the rubble, reflecting fine white light under the setting sun.

His breath abruptly quickened, his face, full of fat, plastered with a fawning smile.

Rolling and crawling, he rushed over, clutching the spirit stones tightly in his calloused hand.

"Thank you, Immortal Master!"

The shopkeeper bowed low, his forehead heavily thudding against the stone-ridden ground.

His cloudy eyes greedily eyed the spirit stones in his palms, murmuring, "This old man will build a longevity shrine for the Immortal Master..."