novelapdf Chapter 57 Take Care
Chapter 57 Take Care
She lowered her eyes, pondered for a moment, then slowly took something out of her bosom and presented it to Chen Bai with both hands.
"Here you go."
It was a jade talisman about two fingers wide, with a deep purplish-red color throughout.
The jade is warm and delicate, and you can see very fine lines of rosy light flowing slowly within it, like a sunset frozen in amber.
The talisman is not in the usual rectangular or round shape, but is carved into the shape of a lingzhi mushroom.
The cap of the sesame seed is slightly curled up, and the stem is long and rounded. The edge is engraved with a circle of very small but exquisite cloud patterns, and each cloud pattern is different in shape.
At the very center of the canopy, an ancient talisman is engraved in relief. The strokes of the talisman are winding and looping, and at a glance, it is impossible to tell exactly how many strokes there are.
As soon as Chen Bai received the jade talisman, he felt a slight clarity between his brows, and his weary mind was refreshed in that instant.
"This is the 'Purple Ying Amber True Talisman'."
Fairy Yueyi withdrew her hands and folded them in front of her. Her voice was still soft, but one could hear the solemnity in her words. "It is a protective talisman left to me by my mother."
Wearing it on your body regularly can calm the mind and spirit, and ward off evil spirits.
The talisman contains a protective barrier, strong enough to withstand an attack from a Foundation Establishment cultivator. It will activate automatically should a life-threatening situation arise.
She paused, then added, "I have already injected a fetal breathing true qi activation seal beforehand."
"Keep it with you tomorrow, and return it to me when you return safely from the Ten Directions Mountains."
"This...this won't do!?"
Chen Bai looked down at the jade talisman in his palm. The crimson-purple glow slowly flowed between the patterns on the lily-shaped cap, reflecting in his pupils.
He looked up, wanting to say something, but found that all words were pale and powerless at this moment.
Chen Bai understood perfectly well the profound sentiment contained within this jade talisman.
This jade talisman was clearly the treasure that Yao Ye had sought but could not obtain, and its effects were astonishing, especially since it was left to her by Fairy Yueyi's mother...
Even though I can't see it clearly, I know it's definitely not cheap.
"Fairy—"
He opened his mouth, wanting to return the jade talisman in his hand.
Fairy Yueyi took a step back, shifting her gaze to the sky beyond the courtyard wall, which was dyed pale gold by the setting sun, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.
She turned and pointed to the delicate porcelain teapot, smiling as she said, "This pot of Lingju Qingcha tea was brought back from Qihuang Prefecture by someone. I still have quite a few, so I'll leave this pot with you."
"Keep it safe. It's getting late, and we have to get up early to travel tomorrow, so get some rest."
After she finished speaking, she waved her hand and turned to walk towards the courtyard gate with light steps.
His silhouette stretched into a long, dark golden line in the setting sun.
Chen Bai opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing more.
After seeing Fairy Yueyi off, Chen Bai returned to the stone table and sat down, examining the Purple Mansion Amber Talisman in his palm for a moment.
He thought for a moment, then took out a sturdy leather cord from his pouch, threaded it through the small hole at the end of the talisman's handle, and hung it around his neck to wear close to his body.
The jade talisman was placed on the chest, and the cool, refreshing feeling lingered around the body, which was very beneficial.
Chen Bai stood in the courtyard, recalling the scene just now, his thoughts filled with many emotions, as if it were happening again yesterday.
He stood there, stunned for a moment.
Little Six flew out from somewhere and landed on Chen Bai's shoulder, tilting its head to look at his profile and letting out a low, puzzled murmur.
"Ah—"
He scratched the raven's crest feathers and let out a long breath.
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Three days ago.
Spirit Sword Sect, Sword Washing Peak.
At the third quarter of the hour of Yin (3:45 AM), before dawn, the seventy-two peaks were still in the twilight.
The mountain mist surged up from the deep ravine, like an inverted Milky Way, engulfing the peaks into a solitary, bluish-green island floating above the sea of clouds.
On the main peak, Xijian Peak, winding stone steps lead directly from the mountain gate to the main hall at the summit.
The main hall is entirely constructed of bluestone, with its ridge spanning a hundred feet and its eaves pointing skyward like sword tips.
The plaza in front of the palace is paved with white jade, and ninety-nine stone pillars with coiled dragons are arranged around it.
Each pillar bears the marks left by generations of disciples who tested their swords, the marks varying in depth, yet still retaining the aura of the swords.
Inside the main hall at this moment.
Dozens of inner disciples stood on both sides, all holding their breath and looking solemn.
At the very front of the line, Zhang Ruxue, dressed in a frosty white sword robe, still maintained her aloof and indifferent demeanor, her gaze fixed straight ahead.
Although she is still an inner disciple, with her strength and the fact that she has recently entered the initial stage of the Sword Origin Realm, it is only a matter of time before she is promoted to a true disciple.
Only two true disciples have arrived.
The true disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect number only a handful, and the eldest disciple, Jing Hanjiang, has been in seclusion for many years and has not shown his face in the sect for several years.
At this moment, only the second disciple Feng Shu and the fourth disciple Gu Changying stood in the hall.
The burly man with red hair and thick eyebrows was Feng Shu.
He was handsome, but a scar on his face, running from his right eyebrow to the corner of his mouth, added a touch of ruthlessness to his appearance.
He stood half a step away from Feng Shu.
Gu Changying wore a gray-blue sword robe, was slender, had a serene face, and a scholarly air about him.
The two stood side by side, both with gentle and composed expressions, but it was not hard for a discerning person to notice.
Feng Shu stood with his arms crossed, while Gu Changying stood to his side with his hands behind his back. They did not exchange a single word from beginning to end.
Above the main hall, a cloud-shaped couch hangs high. The leader of the Spirit Sword Sect, True Person Taiyu, sits in the center.
The True Man Taiyu had the appearance of someone in their forties.
Her temples were slightly frosted, and her eyebrows resembled distant mountains.
Between the opening and closing of his eyes, a faint sword light could be seen. Just sitting there, one could sense his profound and imposing presence, his aura as solid as a mountain, indicating that his cultivation had already reached the late stage of Foundation Establishment.
On his left and right sat three elders, men and women, of varying ages, all with cultivation levels above the early Foundation Establishment stage.
Outside the palace, atop the mountain, the ancient bell resounded loudly.
"Buzz—"
The bell tolls like a sword's cry, piercing through the sea of clouds, and can be heard from all seventy-two peaks.
Before the bell tolled any longer, a clear and melodious chant echoed from the direction of the mountain gate, growing louder as it approached: "True disciple Wang Zhiwei, having vanquished the demonic beast, returns triumphantly to the mountain—"
Beyond the clouds, several streaks of light pierced through the air.
The first one was the most imposing, a pure and sharp sword light, pale gold in color, trailing a radiance several feet long.
The sword light soared like a dragon, tearing through the clouds at incredible speed, leaving a straight trail of clouds behind it.
The airflow on both sides of the cloud path was swept up by the sword intent, surging into two rows of cloud walls like waves, pushing outwards layer upon layer, creating a magnificent sight.
As the sword light swept across the sky above the Spirit Sword Sect, the floating clouds within a hundred feet radius were all dispersed, revealing a clear blue sky.
Sunlight poured down from the sky, shining on the sword light, where golden light and sunlight blended together, dazzling and brilliant.
Although it was noon, it moved with the speed of lightning.
Like a shooting star crossing the night sky, it travels a thousand miles in an instant.
The sword light arrived extremely fast.
From appearing on the horizon to approaching the palace, it took only a few breaths.
The people in the hall only saw a flash of golden light before their eyes, and the sword light had already landed at the end of the stone steps in front of the hall.
The light dissipated, revealing the people inside.