Chapter 151: Golden Silk Glazed Glass

"The Geng Metal Soul! It's the aura of Golden Silk Glazed Glass!" Lingxiao said, but his expression simultaneously grew more solemn, "Indeed, it's at the core of this Weapon Grave! But this damaged halberd…… it's likely a weapon of some ancient mighty one, having endured myriad ages, its killing intent and obsession not dissipated, already become a vicious object."

To obtain the Golden Silk Glazed Glass at the halberd's blade, one must inevitably disturb this damaged halberd.

Just then, the damaged halberd seemed to sense the aura of a living person, and suddenly shuddered!

Hum——

A low yet soul-shaking hum resonated in all directions! The surrounding killing intent instantly boiled, transforming into countless ferocious weapon phantoms and twisted battle-soul faces, surging toward the four like a tide! It was several times stronger than any killing spirit they had encountered before!

At the same time, a huge dark-gold illusory figure, condensed from killing intent and obsession, slowly emerged above the damaged halberd; it held a giant halberd phantom, its hollow gaze locked onto the four, and a terrifying pressure comparable to that of a Spirit Transformation cultivator crashed down!

Not good! It's a halberd spirit formed from the obsession of an ancient battle soul!" Lingxiao's expression changed, he shielded Shiran behind him, "Changfeng, Yuzhu, form a defensive array! Do not confront it head-on!"

Lu Changfeng and Wei Yuzhu immediately reacted, their swords and whips intertwining, lightning and fire interweaving, they laid down a defensive light curtain. Countless killing-impact soldier souls struck the curtain, emitting dense explosions; the curtain shook violently, on the verge of collapse.

The halberd spirit's phantom raised the giant halberd in its hand; though it seemed slow, it was actually as fast as lightning, and it fiercely chopped down toward the four's position!

A destructive force tore through space and crushed down!

Lingxiao's eyes flashed with resolve; he was about to act without hesitation, but Shiran suddenly broke free from his grasp and stepped forward.

Shiran!" Lingxiao shouted in alarm.

Only saw Shiran form a complex ancient seal with both hands; the fire spiritual root suppressed by the Red Silk Bind erupted violently, the red energy spreading outward from her as the center. The girl's face instantly turned as pale as paper, a trickle of blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, obviously using this power beyond her limit exacted a heavy price.

That red radiance, like a scorching sun sweeping over an ice plain, wherever it passed, those frenzied killing-impact soldier souls actually stalled, their ferocious faces showing a hint of bewilderment and calm, the impact momentum sharply diminished. Even the descending giant halberd phantom gave a slight pause.

Shiran's constitution is very special; she is like a huge vat, almost fusing all impossible forces, the Seven-Colored Fire Lotus and Abyssal Demonic Power mutually counterbalance and seal her sea of consciousness, the Red Silk Bind was sealed by Shen Lingyue with a seal, yet she still possesses primal power, which everyone almost forgot—she originally is a fire spiritual root, her power is small, but since she came into this world she could draw talismans anytime, anywhere, unrestrained.

Now!" Lu Changfeng seized this fleeting opportunity, his whole body erupting with lightning light, uniting man and sword, transforming into a brilliant purple thunderbolt, not attacking the halberd spirit but directly shooting at the golden radiance at the blade of the damaged halberd!

At the same time, Wei Yuzhu's condensed pill changed form; her dancing sword light turned into a fire python, tightly coiling around the hesitating halberd spirit phantom, slightly obstructing it.

Lingxiao then embraced the exhausted, limp Shiran in one arm, swiftly pouring a stream of pure spiritual power into her body to protect her meridians, while his gaze remained fixed on Lu Changfeng.

The purple lightning flashed past, a light 'ding' sounded, a small fragment containing the utmost Geng Metal sharpness and spirituality, a golden glass-like object, was cleverly shaken off the halberd blade by the thunderbolt's force and flew into Lu Changfeng's hand.

Got it!

Roar!" The halberd spirit phantom flew into a rage, blasted apart the fire python, raised the giant halberd again, and the killing intent of the entire pit exploded like a tsunami!

Go!" Lingxiao hesitated not, lifted Shiran, transformed into a flowing light, and retreated swiftly backward.

Lu Changfeng and Wei Yuzhu also immediately withdrew backward.

The four fled the pit area at top speed; behind them came the halberd spirit's earth-shaking roar and a surging tide of killing intent. They dared not look back, pushing their speed to the limit, madly escaping toward the outskirts of the Burial Star Plains.

Only after flying nearly a thousand li did the terrifying disturbance behind them gradually weaken and vanish.

The four landed behind a relatively safe boulder, all panting, hearts still trembling. Lu Changfeng opened his palm; the slice of Golden Silk Glazed Glass lay quietly in his hand, emitting a soft, pure golden halo, the filamentous interior flowing like a living thing, breathtakingly beautiful.

The Western Geng Metal Soul—Golden Silk Glazed Glass—was finally obtained.

But the price paid was not small either; Shiran exhausted and fainted, Lingxiao, to protect her and flee quickly, expended a huge amount of spiritual power, his face turning pale. Lu Changfeng and Wei Yuzhu also suffered minor injuries, their spiritual power nearly depleted.

At last…… we got it……" Wei Yuzhu collapsed onto the ground, gazing at the Golden Silk Glazed Glass, revealing a smile of relief.

Lingxiao carefully examined Shiran's condition, brow furrowed: 'We must leave the Burial Star Plains at once; Shiran needs prompt treatment.'

He gazed toward the distant, still dim sky, his eyes heavy. The Five Elements Immortal Treasures—three have been found; the road ahead remains long, dangers unknown. But looking at the Golden Silk Glazed Glass in his hand, and at his disciples supporting each other, his gaze regained firmness.

After a brief rest, once they had recovered a little spiritual power, the four rose again, carrying the hard-won hope, and trudged onward beyond the Burial Star Plains.

Having left the suffocating core region of the Burial Star Plains, the external killing intent, though still dense, was no longer as solid and frenzied, as if they had broken free of an invisible shackle. The four dared not linger even a moment, forcing their weary bodies forward, Lu Changfeng piloting a flying artifact, they sped eastward.

Lingxiao carefully held Shiran in his arms, continuously infusing gentle spiritual power into her body to protect her faint pulse. The girl's face was as pale as paper, her breath weak; having earlier forcibly activated her fire spiritual root, it was unknown whether she had touched her poisonous curse. Lingxiao's brow was locked, his eyes full of worry and self-reproach.

Wei Yuzhu stood by to help, occasionally taking out spiritual spring to gently moisten Shiran's chapped lips. Her own consumption was also enormous, but looking at her unconscious junior sister, she forced herself to stay alert.

Lu Changfeng focused entirely on controlling the artifact, avoiding the faint spatial fluctuations still present; his complexion turned somewhat pale from spiritual power depletion, yet his gaze remained firm. He tightly gripped the hard-won Golden Silk Glazed Glass in his hand; the Geng Metal sharpness subtly transmitted through his skin, reminding them of the cost and gain of this journey.

After flying for several days, until the dark-red canopy behind them completely vanished below the horizon, the air's palpably killing intent gradually replaced by ordinary thin spiritual energy, the four finally breathed a sigh of relief, their tightly tensed minds slightly relaxing.

They found a relatively concealed mountain with slightly better spiritual energy and descended there. Lu Changfeng swiftly opened a simple cave dwelling, laying down concealment and protective formations.

Lingxiao carefully laid Shiran flat on the prepared soft cushion, examining her condition closely. The situation was not as dire as he had feared, but it was still troublesome: the Red Silk Bind had not been triggered, yet the seal's hand sign that bound it had loosened, the red threads on her wrist began to move strangely, a sight that made one's heart race.

Master, Shiran……" Wei Yuzhu asked anxiously.

We need to strengthen the seal." Lingxiao said solemnly, his tone grave: "Qinghe Jun's seal is extremely complex; I need a quiet place to reinforce the seal, and during the process I will need you to guard the Dharma."

Wei Yuzhu nodded solemnly: 'Rest assured, Senior, we'll take care of it!'

He immediately took out the various pills gifted by Shen Lingyue, first selecting a mild-natured Nine-turn Returning Jade Pill, carefully feeding it to Shiran to protect her heart pulse and dantian. Then he had Lu Changfeng and Wei Yuzhu stand guard beside him, while he sat cross-legged behind Shiran, pressing his palms against her back.

Pure and vast spiritual power, like a warm wind, gently and continuously flowed into Shiran's body. Lingxiao carefully guided this power, avoiding the damaged, fragile meridians, bit by bit reinforcing the seal.

His spiritual power attribute was not gentle; this endeavor was extremely taxing on his mind, requiring extremely high control to avoid harming Shiran. Beads of sweat the size of beans trickled down from Lingxiao's forehead, his complexion also turning somewhat translucent from intense focus and continuous spiritual output.

Time passed bit by bit; the cave dwelling fell silent, only the faint breathing of a few could be heard. Lu Changfeng and Wei Yuzhu stood guard nervously, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Finally, after nearly two hours of effort, the damaged seal was completely reinforced; under Lingxiao's unyielding gentle spiritual power cleansing combined with the efficacy of the Nine-turn Returning Jade Pill, Shiran's body suffered no harm, her spiritual circulation returned to smooth flow.

Lingxiao let out a long breath, withdrew his hand, his body swayed slightly, his face grew a bit paler. The continuous battles, flight, and now this meticulous healing also constituted a considerable burden on his already impaired foundation.

Master, are you alright?" Lu Changfeng hurried forward to support him.

No problem." Lingxiao waved his hand, his gaze still on Shiran. The seal having been restored, her breathing seemed to have steadied a little, but her face remained pale, she remained unconscious. "The seal has been reinforced, but she still needs long-term nurturing, and also suitable medicinal herbs."

He took out several stalks of cherished spirit-nourishing and source-nourishing herbs, handing them to Wei Yuzhu: 'Yuzhu, boil these herbs into a decoction and give her a dose every three hours.'

Yes, Master!" Wei Yuzhu immediately took the herbs and began busying herself nearby.

Lingxiao then looked at Lu Changfeng's hand holding the Golden Silk Glazed Glass: 'Changfeng, keep this safe, seal it in a jade box to prevent the Geng Metal qi from leaking.'

Lu Changfeng nodded, carefully placing the treasure that flickered with a soft golden radiance and contained inner flowing light into a previously prepared cold jade box, applying a seal restriction. The moment the jade box closed, that sharp qi was instantly cut off.

The cave dwelling temporarily quieted down. Lu Changfeng guarded the entrance, regulating his breath to recover; Wei Yuzhu carefully tended to Shiran, brewing the decoction. Lingxiao also took his pill, closed his eyes to regulate his breath, restoring his nearly exhausted spiritual power.

Three days later, under Lingxiao's costly pills and spiritual power nurturing, Shiran finally slowly woke. Her long eyelashes trembled a few times, she slowly opened her eyes, her gaze somewhat dazed and weak.

Shiran! You're awake!" Wei Yuzhu, who had been guarding nearby, exclaimed joyfully.

Hearing the sound, Lingxiao and Lu Changfeng immediately gathered around.

Master…… Senior…… Martial Sister……" Shiran's voice was as thin as a mosquito, tinged with obvious weakness: "We…… came out? That…… thing……"

We're out, and we got the Golden Silk Glazed Glass." Lingxiao spoke gently, lightly touching her forehead, "You did well, but you were also too reckless. How do you feel?"

"I have no strength all over……" Shi Ran tried hard to pull out a smile, but it took some effort, "Just……feeling……empty inside……"

She was referring to the emptiness of the dantian's origin. Ling Xiao nodded: "You forcibly mobilized spiritual power, causing damage to the seal; you need to slowly recuperate. Don't think too much, rest in peace, we've got you."

After letting Shi Ran take the herbal decoction again, she fell into a deep sleep once more, but this time it was recuperative sleep, her breathing became much steadier.

After resting for several more days, once Shi Ran could sit up and cultivate on her own, Ling Xiao and Luo Changfeng's spiritual power had mostly recovered, and the four decided to leave the temporary cave abode.

"Elder, where are we headed next? Going back to the Brahma Sound Realm?" Wei Yuzhu asked, holding the golden silk liuli; in the far end of the clouds, she couldn't bear to stay even a moment.

Ling Xiao pondered for a moment, then nodded: "The Five Elements Immortal Treasure—rumor has it that the far end of the clouds hides the golden silk liuli, but I'm not certain; I'll decide after studying the map." He paused, not continuing, seeming to have some reservations.

He took out the jade slip Shen Lingyue had given him, and his divine sense sank into it again. Besides the detailed records of the Burial Star Wasteland, the slip's end also attached a simple map of the surrounding area, along with some advice from Shen Lingyue.

"According to the information left by Brother Shen, half a month's journey east of here lies a faction called the Hundred Flower Valley." Ling Xiao said, "Although this valley is not a top-tier sect, it is renowned for medical cultivators and spiritual plants; its spiritual energy is abundant, making it especially suitable for cultivators to recuperate, and we have some ties with the Shen Clan. We can send Ranran there to stay and recover, while also gathering news about the next Five Elements Immortal Treasure."

Hundred Flower Valley—it really does sound like a place suited to Shi Ran's current condition. Luo Changfeng and Wei Yuzhu both expressed agreement.

"It's just that we'll be delaying the master's quest for the immortal treasure……" Shi Ran felt a bit guilty.

"Silly girl, your health is the most important." Ling Xiao gently interrupted her, "Besides, the clues to the Five Elements Immortal Treasure are scarce; this is a perfect opportunity to gather information—sharpening the knife does not delay the woodcutting."

The plan was set, and the four set out again. This time, instead of heading toward the perilous dead lands, they were going to a tranquil valley that might offer a chance to catch their breath.

The flight implement swept over the mountains and lands gradually regaining vitality; although still desolate, compared to the deathly stillness of the Burial Star Wasteland, it now teemed with life. Sunlight pierced the clouds, showering onto the few of them, bringing a long-lost warmth.

Ling Xiao stood at the front of the flight implement, his robes fluttering. He glanced back toward the western Burial Star Wasteland, then looked at the cold jade box in his hand that sealed the golden silk liuli, and finally his gaze fell on Shi Ran, whose complexion remained pale but who was forcing herself to stay spirited.

The road ahead remains long, fortune unknown. But at least they had succeeded, and among the team, after enduring life-and-death trials, their bonds grew deeper.

The next goal is Hundred Flower Valley—both a place to rest and a new starting point. The quest for the Five Elements Immortal Treasure is far from over.