Chapter 253

"Fourth-rank spiritual treasure; only with spirituality is it a treasure!"

Fang Xing looked at the Jiaowei Zither in front of him and fell into deep thought: "Or, is this the true spiritual treasure... The Qingyang Demonic Lamp was actually somewhat damaged, and when I fought the Master of the Wind Department, its spirituality was wiped away by the Great Sun Tathagata Palm?"

This was indeed highly likely.

He had long since tried to refine the 'Jiaowei Zither', but it had never gone smoothly.

This was much more difficult than wiping away the imprint on a storage bag; it was equivalent to the entire magic treasure resisting him.

Even if he forced it, it might not succeed.

Even if it succeeded, it would permanently lose a portion of the treasure's power, which was something many cultivators could not bear.

"The cultivation of a magic treasure's spirituality is closely related to its owner... This Jiaowei Zither, it might be the natal magic treasure of that Nascent Soul ancestor of the Mu family, so naturally, it is loyal to the Mu family bloodline... It might even have a special treasure-refining formula..."

"If an outsider wants to snatch it, the loss outweighs the gain..."

"This can also explain why the righteous and demonic sides didn't take action to snatch the treasure..."

A spiritual treasure combined with a formation only has the power of a fourth-rank strike, which of course cannot compare to a Nascent Soul Zhenjun holding a spiritual treasure.

And a spiritual treasure is considered quite good wealth even for a Nascent Soul Zhenjun.

Not taking it by force was clearly not a matter of unwillingness, but of inability!

Now Fang Xing looked at the Jiaowei Zither and was also somewhat worried.

He felt as if his own cultivation clone really couldn't do anything about this spiritual treasure.

Even if he spent a hundred years of hard work, slowly scorching it with infant fire, in the end, both sides might end up empty-handed and both suffer losses...

"The spirituality of a spiritual treasure is stubborn... it's practically equivalent to the artificial stupidity of my previous life..."

Fang Xing explored and tested it again, reaching a conclusion.

If its spirituality were active, possessing a flexible bottom line like a human, that would be easier to talk about.

Using the lives of the entire Mu clan as a threat might make the artifact spirit compromise.

Alas... the opponent didn't have this kind of spirituality at all; it just recognized dead principles.

One must possess the Mu family bloodline and the orally transmitted special treasure-refining formula to gain the favor of the Jiaowei Zither.

Fang Xing thought for a moment and took out the Qingyang Demonic Lamp first.

At this time, on this fourth-rank spiritual treasure lamp, the soybean-sized 'Soul-Extinguishing Demonic Flame' and the 'Qingyang Demonic Fire' were devouring and fusing with each other... and had gradually taken on a trace of dark green luster, as if they were about to become a brand-new type of flame.

"This lamp seems to have had the function of containing other heavenly spiritual fires and upgrading the fire seed from the beginning..."

"After absorbing the 'Soul-Extinguishing Demonic Flame', the power of the Qingyang Demonic Fire has greatly increased, and it is no longer suitable to be called by its original name..."

Fang Xing pondered for a moment: "Perhaps it could be called... Soul-Devouring Demonic Fire?!"

He let his imagination run wild for a moment, brought the Qingyang Demonic Lamp close to the Jiaowei Zither, and threatened: "See that... if you don't submit, I will completely wipe away your spirituality... if you submit, I might be able to do as I did with this Qingyang Demonic Lamp, seek out heavenly spiritual items, and make you upgrade..."

Alas...

The 'Jiaowei Zither' did not move at all.

Fang Xing laughed at himself: "That's true, if it were threatened, I would have succeeded long ago..."

"Now it seems, either I go and kill a direct descendant of the Mu family, and force out the treasure-refining formula... and then use the 'Nine Infant Pearl' to simulate the Mu family bloodline aura, and try to refine the Jiaowei Zither..."

"Or, I just hit it with a Great Sun Tathagata Palm and wipe out its spirituality, forget it..."

Because the 'Jiaowei Zither' was too rigid, Fang Xing spoke of his conspiracy right in front of it, yet it remained completely indifferent.

"Sure enough, only the highest wisdom and the lowest stupidity are the hardest to fool..."

Seeing that the 'Jiaowei Zither' had no reaction, Fang Xing depressedly put away this spiritual treasure, and his true self, carrying all the spiritual items, vanished in a flash of silver light.

Several hours later.

The center of the Linlang Fudi roared, and a terrifying fluctuation spread throughout the entire realm.

"This is..."

A look of shock appeared in the eyes of Fang Xing's cultivation clone, his figure flashed and vanished, disappearing from the Linlang Fudi...

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Outside the Guixu Mountain.

Fang Xing had just appeared when he immediately pinched a seal with both hands, not hesitating to use a secret art that damaged his essence, energy, and spirit, transforming into a streak of blood-colored rainbow, and fled into the sky.

One knows one's own affairs best.

Since he had done it, he had to bear the consequences.

He didn't give face to the righteous and demonic sides, so it was normal to be chased and beaten by the Nascent Souls of the righteous and demonic sides.

As for people, if you are wrong, you must admit it; if you are beaten, you must stand firm.

He didn't want to be beaten, so he chose to run!

'The Linlang Linlang Fudi will randomly teleport cultivators to within a hundred-mile range of Guixu Mountain...'

This range was not safe, as it was within the approximate sensing range of the divine sense of some powerful Nascent Soul Zhenjuns.

Fang Xing of course had to run a distance, and then teleport to Blue Star, hide for a few days first, and avoid the limelight before talking.

Splash!

At this time, he released his divine sense and saw that the 'Guixu Mountain', which had originally resembled a void sea eye, suddenly shook.

The momentum that had originally swallowed everything suddenly shrank, and subsequently... it began to erupt fiercely toward the surroundings!

Amidst the terrifying meteor fire rain, it seemed that jade-quality tokens were also mixed in.

"Linlang Token?"

"After the Linlang Linlang Fudi ends, new Linlang Tokens will be erupted... and scattered to all parts of the cultivation world? It is indeed a good opportunity, although... one has to wait five hundred years..."

Fang Xing muttered to himself in his heart.

At this time, his divine sense saw several Nascent Soul Zhenjuns each using their strange abilities to intercept the majority of the 'Linlang Tokens'.

But at the same time, several more Nascent Soul escape lights were chasing him aggressively.

"Who exactly are you? How dare you kill my demonic path Nascent Soul seed?"

An old man in blood robes had a sharp voice and astonishing escape speed.

It looked like he should be a Nascent Soul Zhenjun of the Blood God Sect.

Besides that, there was also an ordinary-looking woman in green clothes, whose divine sense was so powerful that it could shroud a hundred miles around.

"Fellow Daoist, please stay!"

The woman in green clothes walked with lotuses blooming at every step, following behind Fang Xing, actually being a fraction faster than the Blood God Sect Nascent Soul Zhenjun.

"Fellow Daoist, could it be that you are a Nascent Soul Zhenjun from the Vast Sea, or are you carrying a spiritual item that conceals the heavenly secrets? With my humble attainment in fourth-rank divination, it is actually difficult to discover your aura..."

The woman in green clothes was unhurried, transmitting her divine sense into Fang Xing's ears.

Fang Xing was too lazy to listen to much, focused on escaping.

'Female cultivator, Nascent Soul Zhenjun... she should be the 'Blind Heavenly Master' of the Profound Heaven Sect...'

'This woman is calculating and should not be provoked.'

Fang Xing didn't answer at all, his blood-colored escape light becoming three parts faster.

Alas, the distance from the two great Nascent Souls still remained not far and not near.

Once the secret art ended, it was highly likely he would be caught up to and have to fight a battle.

'I would have to be stupid to fight two Nascent Soul Zhenjuns... No, wait, once those righteous and demonic Nascent Souls collect the Linlang Tokens and hear the news from their sect members and disciples, they will definitely come to trouble me...'

'Dare to chase me... If my true self were here, I would reward you with a 'Great Sun Tathagata Palm' at any cost, letting you know the price of chasing me...'

A spiritual light flashed in Fang Xing's hand, and a bronze lamp stand appeared; it was precisely the 'Qingyang Demonic Lamp'!

Within his Dantian Qi sea, the Myriad Dharma Ghost Infant opened its eyes, two scarlet rays of light emerged, and the sun wheel between its brows rotated slowly.

A strand of extremely majestic Nascent Soul magic power was injected into the Qingyang Demonic Lamp.

On the lamp, that wisp of dark green 'Soul-Devouring Demonic Fire' was flicked by Fang Xing with his fingertip, lightly toward the rear.

Xiong Xiong!

The dark green flame exploded in the wind, instantly transforming into two huge dark green fireballs, rushing toward the Blood God Sect Nascent Soul Zhenjun and the Blind Heavenly Master.

Boom!

The two dark green flames exploded, resembling slowly blooming twin lotus flowers.

Where the fire waves passed, even the void was scorched and fluctuated faintly, and two deep pits appeared on the ground.

"Damn it!"

A flash of blood light appeared, and the Blood God Sect Nascent Soul Zhenjun appeared again, somewhat exasperated: "The Soul-Extinguishing Demonic Flame of the Ziyang Sect... how did that person obtain it, and even use it to counter-attack this old man?"

The Soul-Extinguishing Demonic Flame countered the Haoran Qi, and similarly countered the cultivation techniques of the Blood God Sect!

Not to mention that the 'Soul-Devouring Demonic Fire', which had now absorbed the strengths of both the Qingyang Demonic Fire and the Soul-Extinguishing Demonic Flame, clearly had power that had risen to a higher level.

The 'Blind Heavenly Master' had a magic treasure resembling a jade ruyi appear in her hand, and a strand of clear Qi fell, guarding her entire body.

She looked in the direction Fang Xing had left, her face full of doubt.

Just now, she had blocked that mass of dark green demonic fire, and it hadn't taken a single breath of time.

But it was precisely this moment of obstruction that caused her to lose her divine sense sensing of Fang Xing.

She even faintly guessed that Fang Xing was the person who had slaughtered Huo Moqing back then, and therefore her divination art was completely useless.

"Fourth-rank... Void Talisman?"

The Blind Heavenly Master murmured.

"So it was using this kind of talisman, which is very precious even to us... no wonder he had the confidence to escape with his life."

The Blood God Sect Nascent Soul Zhenjun had a gloomy face and nodded, seemingly agreeing with the Blind Heavenly Master's judgment.

"Fellow Daoist Blood, it's time to go back and talk."

The Blind Heavenly Master flew back to Guixu Mountain and, not unexpectedly, saw the righteous and demonic sides confronting each other.

"I don't accept this!"

The Supreme Elder of the Nine Infant Sect snorted coldly: "How could there be a Nascent Soul Zhenjun in the Linlang Linlang Fudi? This must be a trick of you righteous people!"

"We have all taken heart-demon oaths to each other."

The Nascent Soul Zhenjun of the Bore Sect was a red-robed old monk with a kind face and gentle eyes; hearing this, he put his hands together: "This old monk can testify that our side absolutely did not seek outside help... otherwise the oath would have long since backfired."

"Now our righteous path still has four sons left, and your demonic path has been completely wiped out... It seems this gambling match was won by our righteous path; you demonic path people remember those treaties." Chu Kuangtu swept a glance at Fu Hongyi and opened his mouth with a chuckle.

Before, when the righteous and demonic sides stopped the war, they had paid great sincerity.

At the very least, every Nascent Soul Zhenjun had taken an effective oath, and the backlash of forcibly violating the contract was enough to severely injure them, requiring a hundred years to heal.

Even the general interests had been divided up, with only some finishing touches remaining.

Therefore, they had judged the winner and loser based on the interests obtained in the Linlang Fudi as if it were a joke.

Who could have imagined that a major variable like 'Master Feng' would appear, almost pitting both the righteous and demonic sides until their faces were full of blood.

There was no need to speak of the demonic path; except for a Marquis Xiaoyao, they had practically returned with nothing.

What was even more miserable was that Marquis Xiaoyao was also a rogue cultivator!

The righteous path barely retained four Jin Dan cultivators, but not a single Divine Infant Fruit... In the future, if they wanted to assist in achieving Nascent Soul and cultivate the next generation of Zhenjuns, there would be many troubles.

Even if they consumed their foundation, it might not succeed.

Thinking of this, regardless of the Nascent Soul Zhenjuns of both the righteous and demonic sides, they all wished they could eat the flesh of Master Feng alive!

"Cough cough... we are willing to accept the loss."

The Nascent Soul Zhenjun of the Wan Gu Zhai was an old woman wearing a black-blue cloth skirt and a headscarf; hearing this, a light flashed in her eyes, and she agreed: "It's just that if we don't kill that Master Feng, this old woman will find it hard to be at peace!"