novelapdf Chapter 572 Nascent Soul Level Magic Treasure! The National Competition is Over!
Chapter 572 Nascent Soul Level Magic Treasure! The National Competition is Over!
In the corner at the very bottom of the storage bag, Chen Fan found another palm-sized copper box.
The box is dark red all over and very heavy. The lid is engraved with an extremely intricate flame seal, and at the center of the seal is a phoenix with outstretched wings.
To Chen Fan's alarm, the spiritual pressure emanating from this box far exceeded the Nascent Soul realm, faintly touching the threshold of the Divine Transformation realm.
A magic weapon at the Nascent Soul level.
He took a deep breath, placed the box on the ground, and carefully probed the seal with his divine sense.
The moment the flame seal touched his divine sense, it unleashed a scorching backlash. If he hadn't used the Freeze Technique to stabilize his mind, that backlash would have been enough to burn his divine sense.
Although the seal was complex, it was no challenge for Chen Fan.
He used the Fixed Word Technique to fix the structure of the seal, and then used the Causal Sword Intent to find the weakest point of the seal and pierced it with a sword.
With a soft click, the copper box opened.
Inside the box lay a layer of crimson brocade, upon which lay a palm-sized flying sword. The sword was entirely blood-red, its blade covered with densely packed flame runes, each radiating a chillingly hot aura.
A crimson crystal the size of a soybean is inlaid at the end of the sword hilt, within which a fire phoenix, shrunk countless times, can be vaguely seen spreading its wings and soaring.
A Nascent Soul level flying sword, the Phoenix Flame Sword.
Chen Fan took the flying sword out of the box. It was scalding hot to the touch, as if he were holding a piece of red coal that had just been taken out of a furnace.
He enveloped his palm with spiritual power and carefully examined the runes on the sword. He discovered that these runes were not carved on later, but were directly forged into the sword using a lost weapon-forging technique. Each rune was perfectly integrated with the sword, exuding an ancient and domineering aura.
The Phoenix Flame Sword is of superior quality even among magic treasures for those in the early stages of the Nascent Soul realm, and is more than ten times stronger than the Nascent Soul level flying swords he seized from cultivators in Yunzhou and Leizhou.
However, the threshold for refining this sword is extremely high; it requires at least the cultivation level of the early Nascent Soul stage to fully control it.
With his late-stage Nascent Soul cultivation, he could only barely unleash one-tenth or one-twelfth of its power, and each use would consume a large amount of spiritual energy, so it could not be used lightly.
Even so, this sword is an extremely valuable trump card for survival.
Chen Fan put the Phoenix Flame Sword back into the red copper box and stored it in his storage bag.
Having completed the inventory check, Wang Teng had examined all the items in his storage bag.
The total items included over 800,000 mid-grade spirit stones, 120,000 top-grade spirit stones, seven Nascent Soul level magic treasures, dozens of bottles of pills, the complete copy of the Wang family's direct lineage cultivation technique "Heavenly Fire True Technique," as well as two genuine treasures: the Soul Jade and the Phoenix Flame Sword.
The harvest from this trip was greater than all the demon beasts he had hunted in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons combined.
Chen Fan put away the storage bag and leaned against the rock wall to rest with his eyes closed.
The sound of the waterfall outside the cave continued to flow, and a few rays of faint moonlight shone through the gaps in the vines, illuminating the cave in a half-light, half-dark atmosphere.
Thinking about killing Wang Teng would indeed be satisfying.
But he also put himself in an extremely dangerous position.
Chen Fan slowly opened his eyes, his gaze falling on the black soul banner in front of him, a rare and complex look flashing in his eyes.
He thought to himself that those two old dogs from the Wang family were probably already waiting for him outside the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.
Two Nascent Soul cultivators, one in the early stage of Nascent Soul and the other in the peak of the middle stage of Nascent Soul, neither of whom he could contend with with his current cultivation level.
He escaped from Wang Zhennan once during the Red Land, but that was because Wang Zhennan underestimated him at the time, and the complex terrain of the Red Land and the puppet clones bought him time.
This time is different.
The Valley of Ten Thousand Demons has only one exit, and the two old dogs of the Wang family are guarding the outside of the valley at the same time. In addition, with the overwhelming power network of the eight major families in Tiannan Star, he will be captured and killed on the spot as soon as he takes a step out of the valley.
With his current strength, facing a Nascent Soul stage cultivator would only lead to his death.
The only way to survive is through the golden bowl.
Chen Fan subconsciously touched the golden bowl in his arms.
Time flows ten times faster in the world inside the bowl than in the outside world. He can hide inside for a few months, while only a few days pass in the outside world.
As long as the Wang family can't find him, they will naturally assume he has escaped by other means over time.
However, this meant he was no longer eligible for the selection of officials to serve in the Zhao state.
After the Wan Yao Valley Grand Competition concludes, the top ten cultivators will be qualified to participate in the selection process for Zhao Kingdom's retainers.
The selection process is held only once every hundred years; if you miss this one, you have to wait another hundred years.
A hundred years may not be a long time for him, but for Tianxiangzi it is an endless wait.
The Mirror of Reincarnation is still in the Cultivation Alliance. He hasn't even figured out which way the Cultivation Alliance's gate opens yet, so he can't afford to delay any step for too long.
A hundred years from now, who knows what the situation in Tiannanxing will be like?
Who knows if the Cultivation Alliance still recognizes the offering tokens from this planet?
Thinking of this, Chen Fan remained silent for a long time.
The sky outside the cave changed from dark to light, and then from light to dark again.
He sat motionless cross-legged in the cave, like an old monk in deep meditation.
Did he regret killing Wang Teng?
Chen Fan asked himself these questions.
The answer is no regrets.
Wang Teng deserves to die.
Every member of the Wang family deserves to be killed.
From Wang Xuan's actions in the sealed land, to Wang Zhennan's ambush and pursuit in the scorched earth, and then to Wang Teng's bullying in the imperial auction house, the relationship between the Wang family and him had long been one of irreconcilable enmity.
Whether he kills one more Wang Teng or one less, the result is the same. The Wang family won't let him go just because he showed mercy, nor will they hunt him down even more fiercely just because he killed Wang Teng!
So killing him is killing him, there's nothing to regret.
As for the selection of offerings, let it be delayed.
It would be great to be able to participate, but it's not a dead end if you can't.
Baicaotang has branches all over the four major cultivation countries. The eighteen elders are friendly to him, so he may be able to get a worship token through Baicaotang in the future.
If that didn't work, he would force his way in!
The most important thing right now is to stay alive.
Only by living can you have everything.
When you die, you lose everything.
Chen Fan slowly closed his eyes, ceasing his thoughts.
For the next three days, he did not leave the cave.
Deep within the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, the roar of the Black Water Dragon would resound every few hours!
Each time was accompanied by the aura of several cultivators falling.
The candidates who scattered and fled were like frightened birds, desperately hiding from the demon king's pursuit, each day feeling like a year.
By the evening of the third day, news finally broke from the outside world.
A powerful array fluctuation spread out from the direction of the valley entrance, sweeping across the entire Valley of Ten Thousand Demons like ripples.
Wherever that fluctuation passed, the previously sealed spatial rift lit up with teleportation light again, and the dark red restrictive pillar in the core area slowly dissipated under the suppression of the array.
The Blackwater Xuanjiao let out a roar of unwilling anger, its massive body was bound by golden array patterns, and it was dragged back to the deepest part of the Ten Thousand Demon Valley.
The teleportation array has been repaired.
The Demon King has been suppressed again.
The international competition is over.