novelzi Chapter 958 - Chapter 958 Volume 6 Spirit Treasures Chapter 955 Encounter with Ancient Devilish Techniques Again
Chapter 958 - Chapter 958 Volume 6 Spirit Treasures Chapter 955 Encounter with Ancient Devilish Techniques Again
Chapter 958: Volume 6 Spirit Treasures Chapter 955 Encounter with Ancient Devilish Techniques Again Chapter 958: Volume 6 Spirit Treasures Chapter 955 Encounter with Ancient Devilish Techniques Again “That may well be the case.
If the Ye Clan, a family of Immortal Cultivators, can refine a Spiritual Treasure Replica, then it’s indeed quite possible that other large sects with deep historical roots might also possess such replicas,” Han Li reflected somberly before admitting to this possibility with a hint of helplessness.
“You needn’t be too dejected.
Even if they are replicas, the materials used in their forging are no ordinary matters.
Most of them have likely vanished from this world, and the existing ones are the results of countless years of accumulation, only occasionally gathering enough to make one.
Besides, don’t you already have an authentic Heavenvoid Cauldron in your possession?
If you could truly master this treasure, I doubt anyone in this realm would be able to trouble you,” Monarch Great Development said with a touch of envy.
“To fully master the Heavenvoid Cauldron is no easy feat.
Without the cultivation of the Divinity Transformation Stage, it’s merely wistful thinking.
However, if I really attained the divine skills of the Divinity Transformation Stage, even without the Heavenvoid Cauldron, I could still traverse the human world unchallenged,” Han Li responded with a wry smile.
Hearing this, Monarch Great Development chuckled slyly, then fell silent.
At that moment, the entire hall was silent except for the continuing introduction of the Flatten Mountain Seal.
Everyone became mute, and the atmosphere turned oppressively tense.
The host of the swap meet, realizing that the build-up had reached its peak, no longer delayed.
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After a light, clearing cough, he finally began to explain the method for auctioning the item.
“It seems unnecessary to elaborate, as you are all aware of the value of this treasure.
For the auction, the Ye Clan has prepared a list of required materials.
The one able to provide the most from this list will obtain the treasure.
Naturally, if the highest offer of materials is obviously too low, it will be deemed invalid.
There will also be a final auction at a starting bid of three million Spirit Stones,” he announced.
The staggering price of three million caused a stir among the cultivators present, despite their experience with grand events, yet no one raised objections.
Although the amount was comparable to more than half of the Spirit Stone reserve of a mid-sized Immortal Cultivation Sect, it was, to be frank, not excessively high for the value of the treasure.
In fact, during the actual auction, the price could very well multiply several times over.
Han Li, upon hearing the price, felt a chill in his heart, but suddenly a strange thought arose.
He wondered how many Spirit Stones he could fetch if he put his Demonic Marrow Drill up for auction.
Surely, it wouldn’t be a small sum.
But the comparison wasn’t exactly fair, the so-called Devil Dragon Blade was something he had read about and was knowledgeable of.
Reportedly, only one such blade had been forged in Ancient Times, and a devilish cultivator who once wielded it had used it to behead a Deity Transformation stage cultivator.
Its power seemed to rival that of the “heavenly skill Spiritual Treasure.” The Devil Dragon Blade, a genuine Daoist paper talisman with untapped potential, could not exactly be measured against one or two Demonic Marrow Drills.
The drills’ value as spirit pills and the absorption of Pure Demonic Qi were significantly diminished.
As Han Li contemplated these chaotic thoughts, the elder wearing a black cap took out a jade slip and began to read off a list of materials as recorded in the jade slip.
His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by all the cultivators in the hall.
Every cultivator listened with rapt attention, while Han Li was somewhat disinterested, showing no intent to compete for the treasure.
It wasn’t that he wasn’t tempted by the treasure; he simply knew his place.
As a cultivator from outside the Great Jin, no matter how wealthy he might be, he couldn’t realistically compete with the local sects.
A treasure of such powerful influence, capable of affecting the standing of large sects, was no longer something an individual or minor power could possess.
Otherwise, why would the Ye Clan, known as the premier wealthy family, willingly auction off the Flatten Mountain Seal?
They must be under tremendous pressure from other powerful entities, resorting to this auction as a means to avert disaster.
After casually listening to a few mentioned materials, Han Li further solidified this line of thought.
The materials the elder listed weren’t incredibly rare like the Five Elements Jade or Auric Essence, but rather precious commodities that, quite coincidentally, all major sects deemed essential and stored.
It seemed the Ye Clan, in their unwillingness, also intended to bleed the large sects dry.
As these thoughts crossed his mind, Han Li considered for a moment before suddenly standing up and heading towards the exit of the hall.
Such an action was particularly conspicuous at this time.
Many cultivators, still mindful of Han Li’s earlier display of two Demonic Marrow Drills, couldn’t help but glance over, their surprise and suspicion apparent.
Han Li ignored all the attention, walking gracefully to the entrance and stepping into the dim white light of the restrictive formations.
Just then, a familiar voice sent a transmitted message to his ears:
“Fellow Daoist Han, why are you leaving so soon?”
The voice belonged to the wealthy old man.
Han Li’s stride hesitated briefly as his lips moved subtly, sending a message back:
“I’ve become the target of many arrows here; if I don’t leave early, I fear it might lead to greater trouble.
I haven’t forgotten the matter regarding brother Fu; if it’s not urgent, how about we discuss it in a few years after I’ve refined a certain treasure?”
“The matter at hand is not particularly urgent,” said the Fu surname elder without a second thought.
“However, Brother Han, you’ve kept me in the dark quite painfully.
To think that you had the Demonic Marrow Drill, such a treasure, and didn’t let slip even a hint.
No wonder the Yin Sifting Sect’s members were so relentless in pursuing you.
Here is what I propose: four years from now, could you meet with this old man in Chaoyun Prefecture of the Southern Border?
Fu Mou will also invite a few other fellow Daoists to meet at Twin Scorpion Mountain.
I can assure you that while this matter will indeed require your assistance, it will be greatly beneficial to you, Brother Han.” The elder with the surname Fu said without hesitation.
“Three years?
That should be enough time.
I’ll honor the appointment.
For now, I’ll take my leave.” After transmitting these few sentences, Han Li did not linger any longer in the hall, and without turning his head, he walked into the restrictive formations before him.
In a flash of white light, Han Li’s figure disappeared without a trace.
A tea break later, Han Li turned into a streak of aquamarine light as he flew out from the entrance of the underground marketplace.
After circling above a ravine, he immediately shot off towards the east without the slightest pause.
Just moments after Han Li had left, several Sect Masters quietly rose from their seats at the exchange and hurriedly exited the hall.
More Sect Masters, with other intentions in mind and finding it difficult to part with the Flatten Mountain Seal being auctioned, weighed their options and ultimately, most remained seated.
Even though treasures like the Five Elements Jade on Han Li’s person were indeed rare, someone else had already set their sights on them, and joining the commotion was not worth the conflict with other Sect Masters.
After flying a thousand miles in one breath, when his streak of light passed near a mountain peak, a dragon’s cry-like sword hum suddenly emanated from within Han Li’s body.
Han Li’s expression drastically changed, and his streak of light came to an abrupt halt.
He took a deep breath, his gaze sharp as a dagger as he swept it around him, and at the same time, he gave a flick of his sleeve-dozens of golden flying swords swarmed out, flying in a dense, swirling pattern over his head, creating an impressive presence.
“Fellow Daoist, your tracks have been revealed; why hide in the shadows?
Come out,” Han Li said coldly, his eyes flashing a blue light as he suddenly fixed his gaze on an empty space to his side.
“Hehe!
It’s no wonder you are the Sect Master who annihilated my main soul; you are indeed exceptionally shrewd,” came a voice from the direction Han Li was looking at, followed by a flash of black light, where a young man eerily similar in appearance to Han Li appeared.
He wore similar blue robes, with an unremarkable face, but his pupils flickered with a strange black and purple light.
Upon seeing this person, Han Li’s heart sank, although he had been expecting it.
“So it is you!
How did you find me?” Han Li asked gravely.
“It seems you know who I am.
Your flying swords are well-made, showing full spiritual awareness by warning you.
As for finding you so quickly, I didn’t anticipate it either; it seems my luck isn’t too bad,” the young man said leisurely after sizing Han Li up for a while.
“My two flying swords, they’re on you?
If I still didn’t know who you are, that would be quite foolish of me,” Han Li said, expressionless.
“Indeed, your flying swords are with me,” said the Ancient Demon Split Soul, neither confirming nor denying, casually lifting his hand up.
In his palm, two small golden swords were quivering and trying to zip towards Han Li with all their might, but they were tightly bound by layers of black thread and could not leave the Ancient Demon’s palm.
Han Li’s expression darkened further.
“Your flying swords are actually made from the evil-dispelling Gold Lightning Bamboo, and it seems the rest are too.
To have so much Gold Lightning Bamboo is unbelievable.
No wonder when we were in Devilfall Valley, the main soul couldn’t defeat you and instead perished; it wasn’t without reason.
Due to your actions, the main soul perished, which may have prevented me from being consumed again, but because of its destruction, I also lost the chance to ever recover the full cultivation of my peak in the Ancient Devil Realm.
Should I thank you, or should I obliterate you?” said the Ancient Demon Split Soul with a smile that was not quite a smile, speaking such words.
“You didn’t appear here just to have a casual chat with me, did you?” said Han Li, silent for a moment, then suddenly laughing coldly.
“Whether it’s just to chat depends on your attitude.
If you’re willing to tell me how you obtained so much Gold Lightning Bamboo, I might just let you go.
Otherwise, you’ll have to wait until I draw out your Primordial Spirit and search your soul,” said the Ancient Demon Split Soul, lowering his head slightly to look at the two golden swords in his hand, speaking indifferently.
Han Li, upon hearing this, remained expressionless, but the corner of his mouth twitched slightly before he let out a light breath.
“Wanting to kill me is one thing; whether you can is another.
I’m not interested in chatting with you, nor in revealing any secrets.
I’m curious to see for myself just what your Divine Skills are like compared to the main soul.
If I remember correctly, you were badly injured the last time we met in Tian Luo.
I don’t believe you’ve fully recovered in such a short time,” said Han Li, his eyes narrowing, speaking grimly.
He would not consider the other’s offer concerning the secret of the Small Bottle.
“I was thinking of letting you talk a bit more before dying, but since you’re not cooperative, that’s no longer necessary,” the Ancient Demon Split Soul said with a chilling laugh, his face showing a fierce expression while the black and purple light in his eyes greatly intensified.
Han Li felt a chill in his heart, and with a thought, the flying swords above his head instantly formed a golden barrier in front of him, while his other hand flipped, and the spirit beast pouch that held the Gold Devouring Bugs was in his grasp.
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