Chapter 301: The Key to the Path of the Immortal King (Requesting Monthly Votes!)

The so-called Mountain Treasure is a secret artifact fiercely contested shortly after the opening of the Perfect World by four mighty primordial beings: Zhu Yan, Zhu Que, Tun Tian Que, and Qiong Qi.

Legend says it contains the legacy of a supreme being from the higher realm; if one could unravel its mysteries, they might one day reach the pinnacle of human cultivation and become a true peerless supreme.

In truth, this Mountain Treasure holds many astonishing legacies.

Leaving aside the powerful techniques of various ancient pure-blooded beings, merely the Cao Character Sword Art—one of the Ten Fiends—and the Sixfold Lunhui Heavenly Art, the strongest heavenly technique, are enough to incite greed and covetousness among the powerful of the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, even in the Immortal Realm.

Not to mention the six-faced bone dice that serves as the Mountain Treasure’s vessel, which can fuse with the ancient tripod of Shi Village to restore the Transcendent Chapter of the Original True Explanation—a great opportunity that even Immortal Kings would go mad for, and the key to Shi Hao’s future creation of the Veil Heaven Method.

Without exaggeration, possessing the Mountain Treasure is like obtaining a key to the path of Immortal Kinghood; with good fortune, one might even dare to hope for the rank of Pretender Immortal Emperor…

Back to the matter at hand.

Years ago, the battle for the Mountain Treasure ended with Zhu Yan’s victory.

But the creature was unlucky: soon after acquiring the Mountain Treasure, it suffered grievous injuries, fell into a lake, lost much of its memory upon waking, and took the form of a fuzzy ball, ever since following Shi Hao’s side.

The Mountain Treasure, hiding countless secrets, had been buried by it in the mud of that lake before it passed out—but was discovered and taken by Tun Tian Que, who had been secretly watching.

As for what came later… according to the original timeline, after the Eight Domains suffered a great calamity, Tun Tian Que’s master, the Holy Sage Hong Hu, struck down the severely wounded Tun Tian Que and reclaimed the Mountain Treasure, holding onto it until Shi Hao returned from the higher realm, when he finally returned it.

As a transmigrator, Wu Xian remembered this plotline vividly and knew that at this time, the Mountain Treasure should still be in Tun Tian Que’s possession.

With such an opportunity right before him, he had no intention of waiting decades; instead, he set up this trap, helping the Gourd Vine revive and then break through directly, to lure Tun Tian Que here and capture it.

Otherwise, with its Zunzhe-level cultivation and the innate avian ability to flee, he might not have been able to catch it across the vast wilderness.

Of course, there was also the element of surprise.

After all, Tun Tian Que would never have imagined that Wu Xian had gone through such a long, circuitous route—reviving the Gourd Vine, aiding its breakthrough—only for the true goal to be himself. Who could possibly believe that?

“The Mountain Treasure…”

Upon hearing Wu Xian’s words, Tun Tian Que’s pupils shrank sharply, its eyes filled with fierce struggle—reluctance and rage, yet ultimately replaced by fear and the desperate desire to survive. It trembled as it spoke:

“I will surrender the Mountain Treasure, but you must swear to spare my life and let me go.”

“Swear?”

Wu Xian sneered, a flash of cold light in his eyes. “You think you’re worthy of a promise from me? What level are you?”

With that, his hand, radiating a blue aura, slammed onto Tun Tian Que’s forehead.

Instantly, a powerful spiritual force surged outward, forming an invisible blue palm that forcibly tore through Tun Tian Que’s mental defenses, ravaged its memories amid its screams, and imprinted Wu Xian’s soul mark, enslaving it utterly.

Double Full Hand—Rune-Enhanced Version!

The Eight Marvelous Techniques Wu Xian wielded originated from the Main God Space; though similar in essence to the original, they differed significantly, bearing many traces of orthodox cultivation, allowing them to be deconstructed and enhanced via Rune Analysis.

For instance, the Double Full Hand Wu Xian now used could barely penetrate a Zunzhe-level cultivator’s mental defenses before—but after over a year of research and verification against the Original True Explanation, it now effortlessly toyed with Tun Tian Que’s spiritual will.

Its power and effect were incomparable to before; in some aspects, it now rivaled the transmissions of top-tier sects.

“So that’s how it is. Carried on your person?”

After viewing Tun Tian Que’s memories, Wu Xian raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Of course. Such a vital artifact wouldn’t be left anywhere else. If someone raided your nest, that’d be hilarious.”

Tun Tian Que said nothing. Its once blood-moon-like eyes had been replaced by deep, dark blue. At Wu Xian’s words, it opened its mouth, activated its innate ability, and expelled a six-faced bone dice from its internal space.

Wu Xian glanced at it with disdain, flicked out a cluster of Phoenix Flame to cleanse nonexistent dirt from it, then stored it within his inner universe’s cave heaven.

At that moment, a tremor came from the distant dark pit. A figure drenched in golden light flew out, its aura slightly diminished—clearly, the lightning strike had inflicted heavy injuries.

Before he could adjust his breath, he saw Tun Tian Que, now a featherless chicken, and Qiong Qi, reduced to unrecognizable ruin. A chill shot from his soles straight to his skull.

Without time to think, his body reacted instinctively—flee!!

Shhh—shhh—shhh—

The next second, hundreds of willow branches erupted from the void, coiling like ordered chains around the golden-light being’s limbs and torso, their runes glowing, sealing his soul and spiritual power, preventing him from turning into golden light to escape.

Puch!

Agony surged—a hand pierced his chest, churning lightning to scorch flesh and organs, then gripped his spine. As his body stiffened, it snapped the spine clean and yanked it out from the front.

“No! You can’t kill me!”

The golden-light being screamed. His internal organs were burned, his blood instantly dried, his spine broken—but his formidable vitality still held strong. Now he pleaded, half-threatened:

“I come from Nan Yun Divine Mountain! My ancestral elder is connected to the higher realm! If you spare me, I’ll repay you handsomely!”

Wu Xian said nothing, not even bothering to sneer. The “Thunder” rune in his hand blazed brilliantly. In the golden-light being’s despairing gaze, his body was reduced to ash, leaving only a flickering soul fragment like a dying candle—then Wu Xian seized it and instantly refined it with the Spirit Binding and Summoning Method.

Instantly, the heavens and earth fell utterly silent. Whether the disciples and elders of Bu Tian Ge or the hidden forces watching secretly, all held their breath, stunned, staring at the small figure in midair.

In barely minutes, three Zunzhe-level beasts had been effortlessly defeated and slain by this terrifying monster who looked like a human child—as if crushing melons and vegetables.

Even witnessing it firsthand, it was hard to believe it was real.

Undoubtedly, this was not power a Zunzhe could possess. The opponent was likely on par with Bu Tian Ge’s Sacrificial Spirit—a Shenhuo-level cultivator, perhaps even stronger.

Some tried to use secret methods to see Wu Xian’s face, but invisible forces blocked them, revealing only mist, obscuring his features.

Yet for some reason, several powerful factions felt a strange familiarity—as if they had seen him before.

Wu Xian ignored them. He ordered the enslaved Tun Tian Que to deal with the half-dead Qiong Qi, then returned to the garden within Bu Tian Ge.

“Elder…”

All the Bu Tian Ge elites rushed forward, their gaze toward Wu Xian transformed—from wariness and doubt—into profound reverence.

“Enough. I’ve dealt with those few foolish ones. No more will dare come after this.”

Wu Xian waved his hand. “Next, I’ll help Old Gourd break through. You guard the perimeter. Tun Tian Que will assist. If you still can’t protect Bu Tian Ge under these conditions, then your fate is sealed—I won’t bother with you anymore.”

“Thank you, Elder!”

The Bu Tian Ge Grand Master bowed solemnly, accepted Wu Xian’s words without protest, and led all the elders away from the garden, utterly unafraid Wu Xian would harm Old Gourd Vine.

Or rather, fear was useless—he had already proven his sincerity with power. If they still dared to make demands, they’d be courting death.

“Bu Tian Ge… good.”

Wu Xian nodded in satisfaction, then activated the Feng Hou Qi Men technique to envelop the area, layered it with countless sealing arrays to block external perception, and finally withdrew the six-faced bone dice—hidden with the Supreme Legacy—from his cave heaven.

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