Chapter 364: Immortal Mansion Treasure (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

"This…"

In Fang Xing's consciousness, a golden statue of a wrathful Arhat suddenly appeared.

Jue Ming Zunzhe was truly stunned.

Whether Buddhist cultivator, demonic cultivator, or Qi-refining adept, the consciousness is paramount—how could one invite a thief inside?

But the next moment, he realized something was wrong.

Hot!

Scorching!

At some point, his golden Arhat spiritual body had been trapped inside a strange solar furnace.

Endless solar true fire, solar golden flames… instantly submerged him.

"Venerable sir… why?"

Jue Ming Zunzhe, despite his Nascent Soul cultivation, still managed to speak.

"Never mind anything else—just your two prior attacks on me are enough to sentence you to death."

Fang Xing's gaze was cold and hard.

Moreover, he had no idea whether Jue Ming Zunzhe's earlier words were true or false, nor did he intend to inspect them closely.

Burn him outright—end it all!

Blazing!

Solar true fire mixed with golden flames completely drowned the golden spiritual body.

Not only that, Fang Xing's will sliced like a blade, cutting down all life force within the spiritual body!

Then… as the Great Sun Tathagata Spell rapidly refined Jue Ming's spiritual core, clear images surfaced.

"So… Jue Ming was lying to me!"

"He didn't die trying to subdue a demon—he was hunted down and brutally killed by an ancient demon…"

And the Brahma Realm, demonic realm, and spirit realm have all sent powerful beings down—this isn't merely about spreading faith or seizing territory… or rather, those are just cover—the true goal of the higher realms is to find the "Immortal Mansion Treasure"!

"The higher realms have confirmed that a 'Immortal Mansion Treasure' has been born within the Qian Yuan Great Realm…"

Fang Xing slowly savored the most crucial memories within Jue Ming Zunzhe's spiritual core.

"The 'Immortal Mansion Treasure'—even Nascent Soul cultivators covet it; in the higher realms, even Nascent Soul cultivators can't even touch it…"

"A true 'Immortal Mansion Treasure' can harness the power of cosmic rules—this is terrifying…"

The 'Immortal Mansion Treasure's' use of rule power certainly wouldn't be limited to the minor insights of a Star Lord's planet or star level.

It would approach complete mastery of a cosmic law's might!

In other words, near the power of a Law Lord realm!

In the main universe, that's Level Twelve power; in the cultivation world, it's close to a True Immortal!

"Precisely because of this, the higher realms sent down high-level cultivators via descent—but still, they couldn't find it!"

The Immortal Mansion Treasure has the ability to conceal itself, obscuring heavenly fate—its aura alone makes detection nearly impossible.

Worse still, the higher realm's powerful beings didn't even know its appearance or function—it was like searching for a needle in an ocean.

As for the grudge between the ancient demon and the Spirit Sword Sect? That was beyond Jue Ming Zunzhe's knowledge.

He merely suspected the Spirit Sword Sect had uncovered clues to the 'Immortal Mansion Treasure,' which is why the ancient demon came to kill them.

At the time, the Spirit Sword Sect had a 'Nascent Soul Heavenly Venerable'—a Nascent Soul late-stage cultivator—guarding it, plus a sixth-rank array suppressing its destiny, yet it still perished alongside the ancient demon.

"No wonder—the ancient demon, even with a temporary realm drop, could rapidly recover through blood sacrifice… it destroyed the Spirit Sword Sect, and you, Jue Ming, contributed most of your essence and cultivation—you're to blame."

Fang Xing silently recalled and studied a fundamental Buddhist scripture—The Lantan Sutra—but sadly, its highest level only reached Nascent Soul late-stage.

Aside from that, there were some Buddhist spiritual techniques and secret arts—slightly novel, at best.

As for Jue Ming Zunzhe's treasures?

The most powerful was merely a fifth-rank Buddhist treasure—barely worth Fang Xing's notice.

"Immortal Mansion Treasure, Immortal Mansion Treasure… even if I don't know its power, at least it could aid my comprehension of cosmic laws?"

Fang Xing's eyes gleamed with faint anticipation: "Did the Spirit Sword Sect's sect grounds hold any clues?"

Even if he had to scour an entire realm, he needed to know exactly what he was searching for before acting.

But he wasn't foolish—his mind raced, and he remembered the 'Wanhua Ding' on his person.

"The 'Wanhua Spirit Flame' within the Wanhua Ding can purify impurities, increase pill success rates, and cleanse pill toxins… it's now confirmed to even enhance fourth-rank pills."

"If it works on fifth-rank pills, its value exceeds countless spiritual treasures."

"If it works on sixth- or seventh-rank pills… then it's extremely likely to be the so-called 'Immortal Mansion Treasure.' After all, no one said an Immortal Mansion Treasure couldn't be a flame."

Unfortunately, Fang Xing was currently only a fourth-rank pill cultivator, with only a few fifth-rank pill formulas—and even the main ingredients were unobtainable.

Not to mention sixth- or seventh-rank pills.

Sixth-rank pills are effective even for Nascent Soul cultivators; the entire Qian Yuan Great Realm might not gather enough herbs for a single batch.

But perhaps holy sects or higher realm cultivators still have some leftovers.

"Pill refining is out of the question—perhaps I can find some fifth- or sixth-rank poison pills to test."

Fang Xing took a deep breath: "It seems I must go to the Spirit Sword Sect…"

Whether for Nascent Soul legacies, confirming Immortal Mansion Treasure clues, or scavenging fifth- and sixth-rank spiritual items and pills—I must go!

…

Luanjian Reef.

Fang Xing merged with his sword, transforming the Great Freedom Xuanjin Sword Qi into a crimson sword aura that cleaved through a Nascent Soul True Lord's physical body.

A flash of light—a tiny Nascent Soul emerged, its face aged, three long whiskers fluttering in the wind, small hands clutching a green jade pendant, shouting angrily: "Why is someone still sealing the void?" Once a Nascent Soul spirit body can't use teleportation, its escape ability is half-neutralized.

Before he finished speaking, countless sword threads bound his tiny Nascent Soul, turning it into a crimson cocoon.

Fang Xing swept his sleeve, and the 'crimson cocoon' vanished into his sleeve.

"Seventh one…"

He glanced around with his sword and saw the other Nascent Soul True Lords had already fled without a trace.

"Why run? If you'd all joined forces, I'd be dead…"

"Though, fleeing is wise—I'll hold out until my true body arrives…"

Fang Xing sighed softly.

Once so many Nascent Soul True Lords scattered, he could kill very few.

Even merely Nascent Soul early-stage cultivators, when determined to flee, possessed terrifying speed.

These few were merely the initial results.

"Good thing… with these, plus the two Nascent Soul late-stage ones, if Wanfa Guiying still can't break through to Great True Lord, I'll just discard it…"

Fang Xing mentally grumbled.

At that moment, another sword cry rang out—the White Tiger Seven Kill Array collapsed violently.

Upon the reef stood only a white-haired figure, his robes drenched in enemies' blood, white hair flowing, eyes icy.

"The White Tiger Immortal… he truly succeeded."

"Though mostly relying on the array's power, facing only one enemy at a time, killing nine major foes already proves considerable cultivation."

Fang Xing nodded inwardly: "No wonder—sword cultivators are terrifying in combat."

He wasn't sure whether he was praising the White Tiger Immortal—or himself.

"Finally…"

The White Tiger Immortal closed his eyes; above his crown, a sword Nascent Soul emerged.

Its tiny face was solemn; with one hand, it drew from its own Nascent Soul body.

His life-soul treasure, the 'White Tiger Sword,' emerged with it.

Sword cultivators' sword golden core, sword Nascent Soul, and life-soul sword are one with their origin—hard to separate.

To summon the sword's true form means a matter of life or death.

Now, on the 'White Tiger Sword' held by the Nascent Soul's tiny hand, nine crimson marks were clearly visible—each representing a swallowed Nascent Soul.

"Brother, please guard me—I will perform the final step of the 'Nine Sons Mother Spirit Nascent Soul Sword Refining Art' to elevate my life-soul sword."

The White Tiger Immortal was radiant with confidence.

After killing nine major foes, his accumulated bloodlust had eased considerably, and his Nascent Soul had grown calm.

"White Tiger Daoist, wait…"

Fang Xing, through his connection with his true body, had learned the true body had soul-searched two Great True Lord Nascent Souls and obtained secret intelligence: "There's a trap! The Ten Thousand Beasts True Lord's Nascent Soul has likely been poisoned…"

In short: poison had been planted inside the Nascent Soul!

The White Tiger Immortal's Nascent Soul face changed slightly; he immediately opened his tiny mouth.

A spirit flame landed on the White Tiger Sword, ready to burn away the nine crimson marks.

But it was already too late!

Of the nine crimson marks, three turned pitch black under the spirit flame's stimulation.

Even the White Tiger Sword emitted a sizzling, corroding sound.

"Is this… one of the Ten Absolute Poisons of the Hanhai Cultivation Realm—the 'Nine Infant Poison'?"

Blackness spread across the White Tiger Immortal's Nascent Soul face.

He hastily swallowed a spiritual pill and activated his cultivation to expel the poison.

After frantic efforts, the White Tiger Immortal finally returned his Nascent Soul to his body, his face pale as he bowed: "Thank you for the warning—if I'd proceeded with the final step of the secret art, it wouldn't have just been a severe injury—I'd have regressed in realm…"

His expression was humble and gentle, like a child who'd been thoroughly beaten by society.

"Now you call me a fellow cultivator instead of Senior Brother?"

Fang Xing internally rolled his eyes, but his face showed concern: "Senior Bai, can you still hold on? This place has become a nest of trouble—you should leave as soon as possible..."

"That's right, but the teleportation array can no longer be used. Just now, within the White Tiger Seven Kill Sword Array, I sensed a far stronger void force that has sealed off a hundred thousand li in every direction..."

Immortal Bai Bai said: "Within the Chaos Sword Reef waters, it seems all techniques tied to the void are now unusable... Such a treasure must come from either the Ethereal Immortal Palace or the Wuji Hall!"

"Oh?"

Fang Xing flew alongside Immortal Bai Bai toward the core of the array where Fire Dragon True Man resided, curiously asking: "Only these two holy sects?"

"Precisely. Especially the Ethereal Immortal Palace—its cultivators are famed for their mastery of void techniques. It is said their very foundation stems from a scripture passed down from the higher realm: the 'Golden Thread Jade Pages,' inscribed with the 'Ethereal Void Scripture,' which details the Dao of the Void..."

"I'd love to see it someday."

A look of distant longing immediately appeared in Fang Xing's eyes.

If I could use this immortal scripture to grasp the spatial laws, what might my future hold?

Perhaps I could even generate energy to open the Gates of All Realms?

(End of Chapter)