The rewards for the top ten in the sect competition are extremely attractive. In addition to being able to participate in the expedition to the Demon Spirit Realm through the Yuxing Formation, you can also choose any magic weapon from the sect's treasure house. If you win the first place, you can even get two.
The treasure house was filled with the sect's accumulation of thousands of years. The deep treasure shelves in the courtyards were dazzling. The jade tripods were shimmering and shining, and the golden beads and snow swords were covered in layers. Among these magic weapons, there were natural treasures collected by the sect over the years, as well as magic tools and talismans left behind by the predecessors who passed away.
The young disciples who entered were mesmerized by the scene. They couldn't let go of anything they saw, and for a moment they didn't know where to start.
Among such a vast sea of magic weapons of varying quality, what can be found in such a short period of time? Five points depend on vision and five points depend on luck.
Mu Xue walked slowly through the shelves and saw a small golden toad squatting at the bottom of the shelf. Mu Xue couldn't help but smile and picked it up to look at it.
She was very familiar with this thing, it was called Toad Light Mirror. It was a magic circle that could gently heal external injuries.
When Xiaoshan first came, he was often injured, so she embedded a golden toad like this at the head of his bed where he slept every day.
At night, the golden toad spit out a bright moon, which healed the wounds of the boy sleeping in the moonlight, freeing him from pain and allowing him to sleep peacefully.
The last time she left her body and went to the Demonic World, she saw the little golden toad at the head of the old little bed.
When Mu Xue put the little golden toad back, her fingers touched something cold.
Looking down, I saw a gray short sword on the bottom shelf. Holding it in my hand, the sword was about two feet long, shorter than the one Mu Xue usually used. The hilt and scabbard were both matte black, uneven, dull, and had the texture of a stream stone that had been polished for thousands of years under the water.
It was really an old and unremarkable sword, but a small flower-shaped pattern engraved on the hilt caught Mu Xue's attention.
The flower branches were slender and leafless, with petals curling in all directions like velvet, and a cluster of flower hearts in the center. It was almost exactly the same as the tattoo on the back of Mu Xue's hand that was transformed from the immortal rope.
Could it have anything to do with the Way of the Dead
It seemed that this sword had not been drawn for many years. When Mu Xue drew the sword, fine dust fell.
A sword body as clear as autumn water broke out from the pitch-black stone sheath.
It made a clear clanging sound.
Along with this clear sound, it seemed as if a cool breeze spread out from her side, as if a stream of icy river water suddenly flowed here, submerging Mu Xue's entire body and mind in that instant.
She stood at the bottom of the flowing river and vaguely heard a sigh.
The sigh was cold and lonely, vicissitudes and pure. This loneliness infected Mu Xue, and her heart felt sad for a moment.
When she came to her senses, she found herself still holding the sword in her hand, the treasure house was still shining brightly, and the sound of fellow disciples walking in the distance could be heard faintly.
The dagger had been completely drawn out, the blade was like water, with a restrained light. It was not very eye-catching, and even the blade seemed to be uncut, not very sharp.
Mu Xue's fingers lightly touched the blunt blade, but for some reason her skin was cut. A drop of blood oozed out and was quickly absorbed by the water-like sword body.
A cheerful voice came into Mu Xue's heart. It was like the joy of finding a companion, the joy of belonging.
Although he didn't understand what it said, Mu Xueqiang sheathed the sword and held it tightly in his hand, his heart pounding.
This is the sword spirit.
A sword with life is hard to find in the world, but I unexpectedly found one here!
At this moment, no matter how beautiful it looks or whether it is sharpened or not, Mu Xue will never give up this sword.
She quickly put the dagger on her waist, left the area, and walked towards the room where the materials were stored.
Ever since she got a glimpse of the divine art of transformation in Dongyue Temple, Mu Xue has been thinking about forging a puppet for herself. Unfortunately, she couldn't show off her talent too much, and she didn't get the right materials for refining.
Over the years, because of the itching to make, he repeatedly created dozens of basic puppets taught by Master Ding Feng. So much so that during the competition, the mighty army of basic puppets made him a little bit of a star.
When they arrived at the material refining area, Mu Xue stopped looking at them one by one. Her spiritual sense spread out to cover the several connected rooms.
This kind of place is a real treasure trove for a weapon refiner. There are mountains of various minerals, crystals, bones and wood, and...
Mu Xue opened her eyes.
A happy smile appeared on her face.
It is worthy of being a treasure trove that represents the strength of the sect. As expected, I found something good.
She climbed up the tall shelves, picked out a melon-sized ochre stone from a pile of mithril ore, and held it in her arms like a treasure.
When I walked out of the treasury door, there were already several people queuing up waiting for review and registration.
Among the top ten in this competition, in addition to Zhuo Yu and Xiao Changge, Mu Xue also knew the physical cultivator from Tiezhu Peak who she had fought with on the ring before, as well as Ding Lanlan and Lin Yin who were older than her.
Ding Lanlan saw the two things she was holding in her hands and grabbed her sleeve.
In Ding Lanlan's eyes, Mu Xue, who won the championship in the competition, was holding a gray and rusty antique sword and a piece of khaki stone whose contents could not be identified at all.
She is still a child who has not grown up. She went into a treasure house and only took out two pieces of junk. Didn't you see that everyone was looking at her and laughing
"You, you, you, what did you take?" Ding Lanlan was furious and winked at her desperately, "It's a rare opportunity to enter the treasure house. There are all kinds of treasures in here, such as the Heaven-Flipping Seal, the Soul-Suppressing Pearl, and the Luosha Sword. How did you take these two? Go and change one while there is still some time."
Mu Xue grabbed her elbow and walked out, "No, I'll just choose these two. Senior Sister Lanlan, what did you pick?"
Ding Lanlan was holding a small flying magic weapon in her hand.
After being injected with spiritual energy, this magical weapon can be enlarged into a triangular pedal. Although it has an extremely fast flying speed and agile movements, it does not have any defensive or offensive capabilities.
In the corner of the magic weapon, there was a small snowflake symbol engraved.
Mu Xue was very familiar with this magic weapon because it came from Mu Xue's hands.
In the past, all the magic tools Mu Xue made had a snowflake mark on them. After making her own flying magic tool UFO, she mass-produced a small batch of similar magic tools and sold them on the market.
Who would have thought that after hundreds of years, one of them would end up here.
Mu Xue covered her face. "What are you doing with this? This is not a top-level flying magic weapon. I think you should change it."
Ding Lanlan glanced at her and pointed at the snowflake on the magic weapon that was worn by time. "Do you know who made this? Mr. Mu. This was made by Mr. Mu himself. How many of Mr. Mu's handicrafts have survived to this day? This thing is worth collecting. You don't know the value of it, girl."
Mu Xue: “…”
If you like it so much, I'll make a few for you someday.
Ding Lanlan caressed the magic weapon with traces of history lovingly, "You don't know, the weapon master I admire most in this world is her. I really hope that in the future I can be like her and design so many things on my own."
For some reason, Mu Xue felt a little happy: "Yes... Really."
Do you like my past self so much
Ding Lanlan: "I want to be a great weapon refiner like the Mu family, and I also hope to have a husband who loves me deeply and never regrets like her."
Mu Xue: “Puff!”
"I'm just talking." The young girl lowered her eyelashes and looked at the magic weapon in her hand that came from another world. "In this world, precious treasures are easy to get, but a partner who can match the soul and is loyal to each other is hard to find. Especially for those of us who practice cultivation. Maybe for the rest of my life, I can only read other people's stories in books."
Mu Xue thought of another thing. The immortal and demon worlds were clearly not connected to each other, and even in the Twin God Realm, the natural treasures and magical instruments with spiritual power could not be taken out. Then why would the magical instruments he made appear in the sect's treasury
In the evening, the record of the top ten disciples' selection of magic weapons was handed to the headmaster. Dan Yangzi picked up the page and glanced at it.
"The Wangchuan Sword and the meteorite?" He blew his white beard. "It's true that every generation has its own talents. This little disciple Xingting has a unique vision and good luck. He is a rare child. This time when the Yuxing Formation is opened, I hope these children can gain something and return safely."
The Yan family of Fuwang City welcomed a special guest today.
The girl from the Yan family who was in charge of guarding the gate stood up straight, tightly grasped the sword in her hand, and was alert.
It was not until the man in black walked across the courtyard and disappeared at the gate of the master's house that she leaned against the pillar and let out a long sigh.
The young cousin beside her was confused, "Sister, why are you so nervous? I think that Mr. Cen is a very handsome man, not as scary as the legend says. Hehe, those long legs and thin waist are really a beauty in the world. I can see him today and I am satisfied with my eyes."
Her cousin snorted, "You haven't experienced what happened back then. If you saw what he looked like back then, no matter how handsome he was, you wouldn't have the slightest interest in him."
"I've heard about it many times. He was covered in blood, like a Shura under the moon, and he destroyed half of our Yan family's business. He was really vicious." The young girl's eyes were shining and she said something terrible, but in fact she could not truly understand the horror of being chased by this King of Hell a hundred years ago.
"But it's strange to say." Her cousin looked at the place where the figure just disappeared, "Duoqing Mountain seems to have really changed in the past few years. It seems that it is no longer the walking corpse it used to be. People are more lively, and they are neatly dressed and beautiful. They look much more handsome. No wonder you are attracted to him."
In the courtyard of the Yan family, the head shopkeeper Yan and his eldest daughter Yan Ling sat in the main seats, with a young and handsome man beside them to serve wine.
Sitting opposite them was Cen Qianshan.
"Mr. Cen seems to have recovered a lot in recent years, and his realm seems to have improved. As an old friend, we are happy for you." The shopkeeper of Yanda said with a smile, as if he was really happy for an old friend.
Ten years ago, Cen Qianshan obtained the extremely precious Azure Nine-Turn Black Lotus for the Yan family. This was a great help to their family. It also made her realize once again the powerful strength of Cen Qianshan.
Today, Cen Qianshan took the initiative to come to her house, and she hosted a banquet for him. The host and the guest were friendly, and the relationship became more relaxed. She was very happy.
The maidservant of the Yan family who was serving Cen Qianshan held a jade cup in her slender hands and served him a glass of wine. The woman's eyes were as clear as autumn water, her face was full of shyness, and she looked at him with admiration. As long as he showed a little hint, she would lean her exquisite body towards him.
Cen Qianshan raised his arm to take the wine glass, and without mercy, he used his spiritual power to force her three feet away from him, preventing her from getting close.
The waitress looked pitifully disappointed, only to have him frown impatiently in return.
The shopkeeper Yan laughed out loud, "Master Cen, you are devoted to keeping your chastity and waiting to renew your relationship with Master Mu. We all know this and we all admire you deeply."
"But you have to know that women are different from men. A real woman will not like a raw and inexperienced man. You may be a virgin, but that doesn't necessarily mean you can win the favor of the Mu family." The woman, who has lived for hundreds of years and is still charming, raised her glass to her lips and spoke softly, "There are so many exotic flowers and plants in this world. If you can't please her, how can you ensure that she will not be tempted by others?"
Cen Qianshan did not respond to her words, but his eyes moved slightly. Obviously, he heard it.
"Mr. Cen, don't listen to my mother. Not everyone thinks this way." Yan Ling drank a few glasses of wine, her face flushed, and she became more talkative. "I like men who are as pure as jade. Things that have been used by others are dirty, and I don't want them no matter how beautiful they are. You are so rare, and if Mr. Mu comes back, he will definitely be grateful for your devotion. If you need any help, our Yan family is also... willing to help."
Cen Qianshan raised his head and said, "In that case, I have something that I would like to ask you two for help. I hope you can dismiss the idle people."
The female nuns of the Yan family outside the courtyard were pushing and shoving each other, trying to figure out what was going on in the house. Suddenly, the gate opened, and the most beautiful maid in the family came out with a red face and a sullen look.
"See? It's useless no matter who goes up there. Who is Cen Qianshan? He is the only Wife-Looking Stone in Fuwang City. Who can move a stone that's been there for hundreds of years?"
"That's it, abstinent yet infatuated, no one can eat it, that's why people are jealous. Hehe."
"He hasn't come out yet? What happened that made him come to our house on his own initiative?"
In an enclosed courtyard.
The shopkeeper Yan had an unpleasant expression on his face, and he managed to curl his lips, "Master Cen, you are joking. How do we know where the person from the fairy world is staying?"
Cen Qianshan sat still, his slender fingers slowly turning the wine glass in his hand.
Behind him, the barriers of the houses disappeared, revealing an illusion of emptiness. In the changing void of nebulae, the figure of a demon was faintly floating.
This is the Heavenly Demon Realm in the Six Paths Secret Technique. Although it is not yet a real realm, no one has ever been heard of reaching this realm in the past few hundred years. I didn't expect that this man had quietly mastered it.
At this time, he revealed his realm, which was a threat and also a kind of exchange.
"I am just a lone man. I will neither steal your Yan family's business nor mention it to outsiders. If you tell me this time, I will owe your family a favor." Cen Qianshan lowered his eyelashes and looked at his hand holding the wine cup. "You and I have known each other for many years. You should know that I, Cen Qianshan, will get what I want no matter the price. Since the result is the same, why does Shopkeeper Yan have to make such a fuss?"
He loosened his grip, and the porcelain cup in his hand turned into a puff of smoke and dispersed in the air. This move was not as easy as it looked on the surface.
The heat wave brought by the transformation of reality into illusion dissipated, making the shopkeeper Yan sweat profusely on his back.
"Manager Yan, Miss Yan. What do you think?" Cen Qianshan said slowly, looking up.
His voice was neither hurried nor slow, but calm and still sounded like that of a gentle guest.
The two women of the Yan family knew very well that the man in front of them was far from being as peaceful and quiet as he appeared to be. Once he turned hostile, he would fight to the death.
The shopkeeper of Yanda looked at his daughter, swallowed his saliva and said, "It's okay to tell you. But you can only go by yourself, and don't spread the word."
"That place is not in our Fuwang City. It is in the ruins of the former Joy Palace."
Hundreds of years ago, Huanxi Palace was a more lively town than Fuwang City. Now, only the ruins of tall buildings and city walls remain there, and it is deserted, which of course makes it easy to conceal one's whereabouts.
Thousands of miles away from Fuwang City,
The remains of the ancient city lie like a sleeping beast on the barren land. The exquisite sculptures that occasionally appear among the broken walls covered with vegetation symbolize that this was once a prosperous city.
From a deep and dark alley, a few startled birds flew out, and the unique light of the magic circle lit up.
Soon, a young girl poked her face out from the entrance of the alley, looked around, and turned back to greet her companions behind her.
"No one is there. It's an ancient city that has been in ruins for a long time."
Behind her, some young monks came out one after another. They looked up at the huge stone carvings and sculptures left on the broken wall with curiosity and talked to each other.
"Wow, is this the Demonic Spirit Realm?"
"Look at those statues of demons. They're dressed like that. Isn't that too revealing?"
"It's so quiet here. I'm a little nervous."
An elder who led the group cast a spell to conceal the formation of their arrival and followed them out from the alley.
"Everyone, be quiet. This is the site of the Joy Palace. It has been abandoned for hundreds of years and few people come here. But you have to be careful. We should try not to have any interactions with the demon cultivators who come here to explore."
Among these people, a young girl in red was looking up at the sky blankly.
Until her companion pulled her, "Hurry up, Xiaoxue. Don't be in a daze."
Not far away, on the top of a tall building, lush vegetation grew out from the cracks in the building, obscuring a figure dissolved in the darkness.
The man held the trunk of the tree with one hand, moved forward slightly, and then held back. His eyes looked into the distance, lingering on the red figure.
The sky above is full of bright stars, and the night is filled with thick mist.
Cen Qianshan's vision was immersed in the starlight mist and began to blur.
Ten years seemed to have passed in a flash, but also seemed like an extremely long and agonizing wait.
The tender little girl in the divine realm has now transformed into a graceful young lady dressed in red.
It gradually overlapped with the figure in my memory.
A small puppet squatted on the man's shoulder, opening and closing its mouth with a click, and spoke in a stiff voice.
"That's Miss Mu. She's really beautiful, even more charming than I imagined."