Chapter 144: Dharma Treasure

The Master of Wanxiang Tower looked at the Ghost Head Blade with greed; being able to autonomously devour Spirit Qi and communicate with Meng Yifan, this Ghost Head Blade must certainly possess an Artifact Spirit.

One must know that a Dharma Artifact is merely a rigid tool; it has no Artifact Spirit, no autonomous initiative, and its power is limited.

As long as there are sufficient raw materials, low-grade Dharma Artifacts can be mass-produced, and precisely because of this, even Zhang Butou of Luolong County possesses an Artifact Demon-binding Rope.

Treasures that possess an Artifact Spirit are different; each one is a rare treasure. They can move autonomously, absorb Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi themselves, and automatically use the absorbed Spirit Qi to temper themselves, continuously strengthening.

Some high-grade Artifact Spirits have intelligence no worse than humans; they are like another form of intelligent life, and can even automatically help their master fight without needing the master's command.

A treasure that possesses an Artifact Spirit is at the very least a Dharma Treasure, and for an Immortal Cultivator, it is a treasure that can be sought but not found.

Although the Master of Wanxiang Tower is a Third-Grade Immortal Cultivator who sits in charge of Wanxiang Tower and has presided over many auctions, he himself does not possess a Dharma Treasure; from this, it can be seen that Dharma Treasures are extremely rare treasures.

"Such a good treasure, letting a mere mortal use it is truly a waste; no matter what, I must get it into my own hands."

The Master of Wanxiang Tower is named 'Zuo Moyan', and at this moment, as he looked at the Ghost Head Blade in Meng Yifan's hand, he was like a lecher who had been abstinent for many years seeing a peerless beauty with her clothes half-undone; he truly wished he could rush up and snatch it immediately.

"The Ghost Head Blade is not for sale, I shall take my leave first; when I have searched for other treasures, I will come back to find the Tower Master to trade." Meng Yifan felt extremely uncomfortable being watched by Zuo Moyan and wanted to turn and walk out.

Zuo Moyan grew a bit anxious; the Dharma Treasure was right before his eyes, and he naturally did not want to see the Dharma Treasure slip away from before his eyes just like that.

Originally, Zuo Moyan had been prepared to use some useless Immortal Cultivation Technique or a method of Condensing Qi into Steel to trade for the Ghost Head Blade, but since Meng Yifan was reluctant to part with the Ghost Head Blade and still wanted to leave with the treasure, then there was no other way; he could only use force.

At worst, he would just kill and seize the goods; in any case, for killing someone inside Wanxiang Tower, the secular government would not dare to bother Zuo Moyan—killed is killed.

"Haha, wanting to leave? It's too late. This is this old man's territory; it is easy for you to enter, but difficult to leave." Zuo Moyan waved his large sleeve, and the entire space became dim and dark, even beginning to twist and shift.

High mountains collapsed into flat land, flat land sank into a Valley, and the entire space underwent violent changes; in the blink of an eye, everything around had changed.

Meng Yifan was greatly shocked and felt the world spinning; after stabilizing his mind, he discovered that the surrounding terrain had changed completely, the small path he had come by had disappeared, and he could not even distinguish north, south, east, or west, having no idea at all in which direction the exit lay.

"Could the fifth floor of Wanxiang Tower be an Array? This is bad; I am inside an Array. Fighting the Tower Master in such an environment puts me at a great disadvantage."

Meng Yifan felt a shock in his heart and carefully observed the surrounding environment, longing to find a way out, but he discovered that everything around him had shifted, and he had no idea how to walk.

"Hehe, this old man will ask you one more time: I will give you an Immortal Cultivation Technique and a method of Condensing Qi into Steel to trade for your Ghost Head Blade—will you trade or not?" Zuo Moyan laughed, seemingly having already decided Meng Yifan's fate.

"This young master said it's not for sale, so it's not for sale. What's this? You want to force a sale?" Meng Yifan said.

"Hmph! Do not refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit." Zuo Moyan let out a cold snort, then took a Command Flag from his bosom and pointed it toward Meng Yifan.

"Awoo! Woo!" A hair-raising sound came from behind Zuo Moyan, and two terrifying figures over two meters tall walked out from the black mist.

Every step these two big guys took caused the ground to shake, and very quickly, these big guys reached Meng Yifan.

"Are these... Zombies?" Meng Yifan was greatly shocked. These two big guys had iron-blue bodies, their movements were somewhat stiff, their bodies were covered in dense corpse spots, and they emitted an inescapable corpse stench that made one want to vomit upon smelling it.

"Roar!" The Zombie on the left let out a loud shout, holding a two-meter-long Big Iron Hammer, and like Mount Taishan pressing down, the massive iron hammer smashed fiercely toward Meng Yifan's head.

Meng Yifan tapped his toes on the ground, executing the Lingbo Microsteps movement technique, and his body shifted horizontally to the left, dodging this hammer.

"Bang!" The Big Iron Hammer smashed into the ground, directly creating a one-meter-deep pit; Meng Yifan took the opportunity to rush forward, and the Ghost Head Blade slashed toward the Zombie's head as fast as lightning.

"Clang!" The Ghost Head Blade struck the Zombie's neck, but it was as if it had struck steel; it barely cut through the Zombie's skin and cut in an inch deep, but could not cut any further.

"Damn, such a hard physical body." Meng Yifan was somewhat alarmed, and just as he prepared to continue cutting, the other Zombie used a Big Guan Blade over two meters long, performing a horizontal slash at the waist to cut Meng Yifan in two.

Meng Yifan did not resist head-on; he once again executed Lingbo Microsteps, toes tapping the ground, and like ice skating, his body suddenly retreated five meters, dodging the Big Guan Blade.

That Zombie using the Big Iron Hammer had a large gash cut into its neck; if it were a human, the carotid artery would certainly have been severed, and such an injury would be fatal to a human, but unfortunately, for a Zombie, it was nothing at all; it brandished the Big Iron Hammer and joined the siege on Meng Yifan.

The two Zombies continuously brandished their weapons, the Big Iron Hammer and Big Guan Blade flying up and down, wide open and closing, surprisingly coordinating with great tacit understanding, surrounding Meng Yifan and attacking.

"Bang!" Meng Yifan collided the Ghost Head Blade with the Big Guan Blade, and a massive force traveled through, numbing his arm and nearly causing him to lose his grip on the Ghost Head Blade.

"Such great strength." Meng Yifan was secretly alarmed; the strength of these two Zombies was even greater than that of a Third Grade Martial Artist, and if it came to a head-on clash, Meng Yifan was not yet their match.

"To capture the bandits, one must first capture the king; I must kill the Master of Wanxiang Tower first." Meng Yifan's heart stirred; he no longer entangled himself with the Zombies, used his speed advantage to dodge the Big Iron Hammer and Ghost Head Blade, then drilled through the gap between the Zombies and rushed directly in front of Zuo Moyan.

"Go to hell." Meng Yifan shouted loudly, his body rushing forward, intending to disembowel Zuo Moyan.

Zuo Moyan was unhurried; he waved the Command Flag in his hand, and the ground before him suddenly bulged, forming a mountain peak over ten meters high, blocking Meng Yifan's path.

"That's impossible, right? Is this mountain peak fake? Otherwise, if the Master of Wanxiang Tower can change the terrain with a wave of his hand, that is too monstrous; how is one supposed to fight this?"

Meng Yifan's heart jumped with fear, but he did not reduce his speed, using the Ghost Head Blade to slash directly at the small mountain before him; he wanted to verify whether this small mountain that had suddenly appeared was real or fake.