Chapter 297: Baile Tianluo

Qi Fengxiao blurted out the four grand characters "Sect Treasure," and the surrounding Martial Masters reacted in various ways.

Those who did not know the inside story were merely curious, even hoping to see the specific appearance of the treasure with their own eyes, but...

Wang Jianxiong and Bao Tiefeng had grave expressions; although they tried their best to remain calm, their body language betrayed them.

These two standouts among the martial arts circles retreated half a step in unison.

Mao Laoliu, standing to the side, sensed something amiss and bowed to Wang Jianxiong to ask for guidance, "Wang Laohu, could you enlighten me?"

"Ahem!"

Wang Jianxiong sighed, "It wouldn't hurt to tell you!"

"You saw the Tiger Servant Zombie-Replacement Technique I used just now."

Why bring that up? He was clearly asked about the Sect Treasure? Although Mao Laoliu was somewhat dissatisfied that he had changed the subject, he suppressed his impatience and continued to listen.

"The rules of Dayin Mountain are that Disciples are divided into ranks, just like a litter of tiger cubs biting and fighting for food; the one who survives is the final Tiger King."

"After entering the sect, the lowest-level Disciples are called Servant Generals, taken from the meaning of 'acting as a tiger's servant'; I fought my way from a Servant General to a Tiger General."

"If a Servant General wants to advance, they must rely on their fists to challenge others in the ring and fight for the position of Tiger General."

"In Dayin Mountain, the ratio of Servant Generals to Tiger Generals is 1000:1, and the competition is extremely brutal."

"Every time they fight in the ring, the winner can devour the Qi-blood and vital essence of the loser to strengthen themselves."

"If a Servant General wins and devours the Qi-blood and vital essence of a Tiger General, they can leap up to the level of a Tiger General."

"But if the Servant General loses, the loss is great."

"The steps of the Martial Dao go up level by level: first force, then Qi-blood; Qi-blood then produces vital essence, and after vital essence comes lifespan."

"Servant Generals are generally weaker than Tiger Generals; after losing, their Qi-blood and vital essence are insufficient, so they must use their more precious lifespan to make up for it."

"A Tiger General who devours the vital essence and lifespan of a Servant General can incorporate it for their own use to practice the Secret Technique, the Tiger Servant Zombie-Replacement Technique."

"And once a Servant General loses, the depletion is huge; if it's serious, they lose their life, and if it's light, they fall in realm, with no possibility of ever progressing again."

Hearing this, the Martial Masters exclaimed in unison, "So that's how it is."

The Tiger Servant Zombie-Replacement Technique uses the vital essence and lifespan of Servant Generals, which is equivalent to something obtained by trading lives.

That mass of flesh with all its facial features complete—who knows how much vital essence and lifespan of Servant Generals it consumed.

Bao Tiefeng lowered his head; he suddenly thought of something.

Rumor had it that Wang Jianxiong was originally at the Golden Tiger realm, equivalent to an Intermediate Martial Master, but later suffered heavy injuries and fell in realm; what exactly happened had always been a mystery, and no one knew.

If it was a fight between internal Disciples of the Tiger Servants, then it made sense.

So, the imposing Wang Laohu of Gongliang City was, in essence, just a loser eliminated by the sect.

"These are the messages circulating outside, but within Dayin Mountain, there are even higher-level battles."

"Above the Tiger Generals, there are Leopard Generals; the saying goes 'ten tigers, one leopard,' and the leopard is a variant among tigers, commonly known as the Winged Tiger."

Hearing this, Mao Laoliu laughed out loud, "What a coincidence, Zhou You is also called the Winged Tiger."

Wang Jianxiong glared at him, "They cannot be mentioned in the same breath; the Leopard Generals of Dayin Mountain are top-tier experts who have killed their way out from countless Tiger Generals, truly high-end combat power."

"I have struggled for most of my life, and I am still a world away from being a Leopard General."

"More importantly, Leopard Generals are qualified to use the sect's Sect Treasure, which is equivalent to a noble family's Sect Treasure!"

"Now, do you understand the weight of a Sect Treasure?"

Hmm, Wang Laohu had the aptitude of a Tiger General; although there were many Martial Masters present, very few could compare to him, and at most they were at the level of elite generals, far from the legendary Leopard Generals, which were out of reach.

In other words, most of them would not even have the qualification to come into contact with or even hear of a Sect Treasure in their lifetime.

The importance of a Sect Treasure was presented before everyone in this way. Was it because Qi Fengxiao was born into a noble family that he surpassed their half-lifetime of effort?

These Martial Masters who ran martial arts schools felt somewhat dejected, and even more dejected than them were those Martial Masters who served the noble families.

In the arena...

"Baile Tianluo!"

Xu Baigui saw a flash of purple light appear and immediately guessed the Sect Treasure that Qi Fengxiao had summoned.

The two major families stood side by side in Gongliang City and knew each other's roots, so even the Sect Treasures were no secret in each other's eyes.

Besides the Baile Tianluo, the Qi Family had another Sect Treasure with even greater power, which belonged to the kind that could only be used in life-or-death situations.

The influence of activating the Baile Tianluo was much smaller.

This Sect Treasure was, in nature, a type of Strong Martial Remains, with a lock of hair from a Strong Martial Golden Body as its main material.

When this object was unfurled, the purple light covered the sky and the earth; the enemy had no way to resist and had only one outcome: to be obediently caught in the net.

Although the tightening of the net's threads could strangle the target, its function was still biased toward trapping and binding the enemy.

Hmm, the Qi Family had spent a fortune, and their goal was to capture Yan Ping alive to obtain his secrets.

The Golden Immortal Dao was a great treasure vault; with magical means to drive charms and supernatural powers to prolong life, who wouldn't be jealous? This was also the reason why Qi Fengxiao dared to take a gamble; if he won, the profits would be ten thousand times over! Zhou You, wearing Yan Ping's skin, narrowed his eyes and looked up at the sky; from the moment the purple light appeared, he sensed that something was wrong.

The space around him was "controlled," instantly becoming the opponent's accomplice, tightly binding Zhou You's limbs and torso.

Binding, an omnipresent binding, descended with great momentum.

At this moment, Zhou You hadn't even seen the specific appearance of the Baile Tianluo.

No wonder Qi Fengxiao had the confidence; once this object appeared, even a Strong Martial expert would have to dodge a few times.

The two major families stood firm in Gongliang City and truly had some trump cards; just because of the Sect Treasure, martial artists below the Strong Martial level dared not rebel.

"Panel, switch projection; swap the main body and the clone for me."

Zhou You gave the order, the panel flashed with light, and it happened quietly without anyone noticing.

Far away in the ruins of Cloud-Touching Stronghold, Lu Zhigang's body shook twice and instantly became the main body, replacing the original clone.

Correspondingly, Zhou You, who was facing the Baile Tianluo, switched to the clone formed by the projection.

This process was completed with lightning speed.

"Please enter the magic net."

Qi Fengxiao pressed his fingers together like a sword, pointing directly at Zhou You, and amidst his shout, a purple light descended like a scorching sun overhead.

All the martial artists present squinted their eyes to resist the blinding purple light, vaguely seeing a few crisscrossing lines.

In the center of the most intense purple light was the back of "Stele-Breaking Hand" Yan Ping; he had no way to escape now.

"Hit!"

Qi Fengxiao's heart was filled with wild joy; at this moment, his delight surpassed any other in his life.

The only feeling that could compare was when he was six years old, holding a bow and arrow, and shot down the first bird he ever hunted.

Was Yan Ping, trapped in the Baile Tianluo, not just like a bird, a prey he had exhausted his efforts to capture?

This was a sure win; with this harvest, the repercussions of using the clan-protecting treasure could be completely wiped away.

Successfully capturing a member of the Golden Immortal Dao alive was a merit that could even reach the ears of the heavens, attracting the attention and rewards of the main sect.

(End of chapter)