Chapter 831 - 395: Black Gold Ancient Seal! The Great Nemesis of Pure Yang Treasures

Chapter 831: Chapter 395: Black Gold Ancient Seal! The Great Nemesis of Pure Yang Treasures

"It can’t be." Mao Xiaoyun’s gaze slightly darkened.

"This little seal is indeed peculiar. Its foundation is also the Dragon Tiger Mountain Seal, sharing the same lineage with the Purple Sky Divine Command Jade Seal, perhaps..." Mao Xiaoyun couldn’t help but speculate.

"I just took a quick look, it’s merely the Cyan Feather Treasure, shouldn’t disturb the Celestial Talisman."

At these words, Mao Xiaoyun looked at Chen Zhuqing.

"What do you think?"

"I took a glance, and found no clues."

Chen Zhuqing looked at the outside of the Youyou Hall, then fell silent.

Mao Xiaoyun lifted his gaze slightly, suddenly changed the subject: "That young man named Zhang Fan is not simple; I saw him on a plane in Chang’an, and the Lord of the Red Palace was after him at the time."

"Afterwards, I also wanted to find this young man, but Ye Beichen that boy dodged it."

"Seems like you shouldn’t have let him down the mountain like that."

"Are you muddled?"

Chen Zhuqing smiled slightly, turned around, and looked at Mao Xiaoyun, gazing at the scar at his corner of the eye.

"Since his surname is Zhang, why wouldn’t you consider his origins? Such antics are their family’s ancestral craft."

"It’s him!?" Mao Xiaoyun’s gaze trembled slightly, suddenly looked towards the direction outside the hall, towards the Refining Treasure Peak, his elderly face showed an astonished expression.

"The offspring of an old acquaintance!"

Chen Zhuqing’s voice was faint, eyes scattered, as if seeing yesterday.

On that night, a thin young man with a Profound Sacrifice Talisman left behind the scar on Mao Xiaoyun’s corner of the eye that accompanied him throughout his life.

"You won, I admit it, but if you want me to be your little brother, you’d better kill me."

Blood blurred the vision, the young Mao Xiaoyun still stood tall, full of pride and stubbornness.

"Alright, I respect you as a man." The thin young man chuckled.

"Never bully him in the future."

The thin young man pointed to Xu Xuan Guan behind him: "Watch him, his future achievements won’t be inferior to yours?"

"Him?" The young Mao Xiaoyun looked at Xu Xuan Guan with a hint of disdain.

In his view, what Xu Xuan Guan learned were all minor skills.

"His hidden talents are even more terrifying than you imagine."

Speaking, the thin young man patted Xu Xuan Guan’s shoulder, eyes full of eager anticipation.

"He will be formidable!"

Listening to such encouragement, Xu Xuan Guan straightened a bit more.

"Fine." The young Mao Xiaoyun sneered: "Fine, I won’t bully him, let’s see how he can not be beneath me."

"It’s settled."

The thin young man let out a long howl, turned around and walked away.

In the midst of the vast night, he strode hundreds of meters, suddenly stopped, turned to look in one direction.

Under the moonlight on the hilltop, a Daoist child stared directly at him, as if having seen everything just now, yet there was no emotion in his eyes, clear and bright, pure like a child.

The hill was misty, a gentle breeze blew, the two stared at each other, this moment was mysteriously unfathomable, without words, yet a destined bond between them was born.

"Zhang Tian Sheng." The thin young man announced without reason.

"I’m Chen Zhuqing!" The Daoist child said softly.

"Maoshan is really interesting!"

The thin young man laughed loudly, stepped forward, disappearing into the vast night.

"Offspring of an old acquaintance!"

In the Ancestral Hall, Chen Zhuqing sighed again, a complex expression emerged on his previously calm face.

"He is the descendant of Zhang Tian Sheng." Mao Xiaoyun’s gaze slightly narrowed, couldn’t help saying.

"Back when South Zhang was destroyed, our Maoshan..."

"Let bygones be bygones."

Chen Zhuqing remained expressionless, his voice cold, as he slowly walked out of the hall, paying no mind to Mao Xiaoyun who was absorbed in thought.

Under the night’s cover, this Mao Mountain Sect Leader walked alone, passed through numerous hills, traversed shadowy paths, arrived at an ancient hall, rarely frequented by people, and few in Maoshan qualified to come here.

The Pure Yang Hall, the place dedicated to the Pure Yang Treasure [Celestial Talisman].

This is an important place in Maoshan, even Fang Changle, a Maoshan inheritor, had only been here once.

That time, it was because his Primordial Spirit had fused with the [Red Dragon Fire Talisman] that he was brought here, to thank the Ancestral Master, and worship Pure Yang.

Chen Zhuqing pushed open the door of the hall, inside the Everlasting Lamp, the candle flame was unextinguishable, dense incense smoke entwined around the Divine Platform where an ancient stone was enshrined, about three inches square, seemingly ordinary, like brick or stone, but engraved with complex talismans, like heavenly engravings, resembling earthly texts, suddenly in the form of dragon and snake, concealing the mysteries of Yin and Yang.

However, at the center of the topmost part of this ancient stone, there was a patch of black stain, like thick ink, unable to be washed away.

"Celestial Talisman..."

Chen Zhuqing murmured softly, even with his realm of cultivation, he could still sense the Celestial Talisman’s undulating waves yet to cease, akin to human emotions...

That was a feeling of anger.

Buzz...

Chen Zhuqing’s Primordial Spirit slowly ascended, the waves emitted began to synchronize with those dispersed within the Pure Yang Hall, suddenly a chilling scene emerged in his mind.

Under the azure sky, at the extreme depths of the mountains, a talisman burst into brilliant light, radiating infinite splendor, an unparalleled aura boiling, such power far exceeded the Celestial Master Realm.

Yet at that instant, a dark sword light soared skyward, as if coming from the abyss, piercing through that mysterious talisman, born from underneath, if piercing the heavens and earth, leaving a scar in its center that could never heal.

Rumble...

It was then that Chen Zhuqing, jolted from the fleeting flash of light and shadow, felt the anger as if shared, permeating his entire being.

"Pure Yang’s great enemy!?"

Chen Zhuqing’s brows furrowed, his cold voice softly echoed, resonating in the Pure Yang Hall, as if responding to the Celestial Talisman’s emotions.