Chapter 547: Zhuzhu Plans for the Heavenly Heavenly Linggen

Qian Chen was startled by the fluctuation of the outside origin energy and came out of his meditative state. A wisp of moonlight converged into the spirit pearl, making the incarnation Qian Chen refined a few points more solid.

Qian Chen thanked Feng Xian, who was manipulating the silver mirror beside him to gather moonlight: "Thank you, Fellow Daoist, for gathering moonlight for me these past few days, which allowed me to refine this dragon pearl a few points and recover the magic power of Penetrating Law!"

In this narrow space in the fish belly, the silver mirror floating beside the spirit pearl nodded slightly and said: "Fellow Daoist, let me manipulate this eel demon, but because I felt something in my heart, I unknowingly arrived at the territory of the Changming Sect. And while I was using the eel demon to swallow moonlight, I was discovered by local cultivators. Now, someone has gathered several cultivators and is preparing to surround and kill this demon..."

Having said that, the silver mirror shone slightly toward the outside of the fish belly, and the mirror reflected a sea area where several cultivators were joining forces to fight the dragon-blood Seven-Star Eel that Qian Chen had created casually.

These people were dressed differently, some Daoist and some secular, regardless of barbarian or Han, each sacrificing magic tools and surrounding the Seven-Star Eel.

Among them, an old man in black set up seven lightning-struck peach wood stakes in the sea. Those seven stakes were inscribed with hundreds of talismans in cinnabar. As he chanted the true words in his mouth, rays of light ropes probed from the seven stakes, trapping the Seven-Star Eel in place, while the others kept casting spells and sacrificing magic tools, bombarding the Seven-Star Eel, which had grown to several zhang long.

The eel demon had been bestowed with several drops of True Dragon essence blood by Qian Chen. At this moment, it went crazy, and the seven star points on its back shook. Each star point could detach from its body, transforming into a ray of starlight and hitting the wooden stakes trapping it in the surroundings.

The power of the starlight was extremely great. One strike could break the spiritual light on it, hitting the wood chips and flying, shaving off large patches of cinnabar runes.

Occasionally, a ray of starlight grazed those cultivators, breaking their protective true qi and almost seriously injuring them.

The old man looked at the gradually mottled wooden stakes and felt distressed: "What other preparations do you have? Use them all, don't hold back! Otherwise, don't blame Daoist for not serving you!"

"My Dragon-Trapping Stakes were refined for three generations to become array-path magic tools, specifically designed to restrain all kinds of flood dragons and snakes, making them unable to look after their head and tail. It took forty-nine years to refine these seven stakes! Today, accompanying you to kill an eel demon, they are going to be completely destroyed! Can you afford to pay for them?"

"A mere spirit eel, I don't think it's worth it!"

"Dragon-Trapping Stakes..." Qian Chen glanced at the seven wooden stakes, which were refined from lightning-struck peach wood that had not even reached sixty years of age; calling them magic treasures was a stretch, they could only be called talismanic tools.

He could barely see a hint of the basic legal principles of the array path!

But to expect this simple Heavenly Dipper Seven-Kill Array to trap any True Dragon, even if Qian Chen didn't think much of that bunch of mud-loaches, he had to say—that was completely looking for death!

Another barbarian wearing a bamboo hat and a black robe held a black-bottomed large flag, and the banner turned, revealing large patches of bloody witch scripts.

The souls of several barbarian-dressed warriors charged out following the black qi drooping from the great banner. They threw themselves onto a starlight beam shooting toward him, and only after being pierced through five or six soul bodies in succession was it barely worn down.

The flag in his right hand rolled again, collecting the remnant souls, and he said coldly: "Old Man Ma! We rely on your Dragon-Trapping Stakes and Heavenly Dipper Big Dipper Array to kill this evil flood dragon, but we are trading fairly. How can you say we are taking advantage of you?"

"This Seven-Star Eel Dragon is unexpectedly fierce, and it possesses innate divine abilities that restrain your array. But its innate divine ability, those seven star points, can be seen at a glance that they are not ordinary items! If we kill this flood dragon and take the corresponding spiritual materials, the refined Dragon-Trapping Stakes will inevitably be ten times more fierce. Why can't you discard this old array?"

"That sounds nice!" The black-robed Daoist called Old Man Ma jumped and scolded: "How much hard work does it take to re-refine magic tools? If these seven old array stakes are gone, the painstaking efforts of my lineage for over a hundred years will be wasted!"

Another younger, arrogant cultivator carried a half-person-high gourd on his back. At this moment, a turbid water flow spat out from the gourd mouth, surrounding him.

That water flow was gloomy and pitch-black. Qian Chen saw at a glance that it was a strand of Gui Water essence, into which many poisonous things had been refined.

Among the people present, his magic tool was the most vicious. In terms of killing power, it was not much less than the Seven-Kill Banner Qian Chen had used before.

But its difficulty lay entirely in the poison within the true water. At Qian Chen's level, it was something he could break with a wave of his hand.

This person manipulated the poisonous water, but it brought the most trouble to the eel demon. Rays of poisonous water transformed into water flows, entangling the Seven-Star Eel demon. The poison penetrated into its body through the eel demon's slippery skin. If it weren't for Feng Xian manipulating the Dew-Receiving Silver Plate to secretly help, this demon would have long been unable to hold on!

Even so, it was gradually becoming sluggish at this time.

The many cultivators around were overjoyed when they saw this, and hurriedly intensified their attacks!

Feng Xian looked at the gourd containing the poisonous water, his expression somewhat complicated. The silver mirror floated twice and said to Qian Chen: "Since Fellow Daoist Qian has come out of the meditative state, we will no longer entangle with these people. Fellow Daoist, help me, and help this eel demon sacrifice the seven stars on its back to break the magic array. I believe they won't be able to stop us!"

"Why go to such trouble?" Qian Chen's spirit pearl flew up. Feng Xian hurriedly said: "We are still being hunted by the Long Wang, Fellow Daoist, don't cause extra trouble!"

"This gourd is interesting, the spiritual energy is rich, not inferior to mine. It should be a descendant of a certain innate spiritual root. I heard from the Li brothers years ago that the Qiongquan Sect has a Heavenly Gourd Vine. Could it be..."

Feng Xian sighed: "It should be that branch! That spiritual root was planted by the ancestor himself, and our sect has always cherished it very much, never willing to divide its branches. It fell into the hands of the Changming Sect for only a few decades, and I saw such a gourd grown from a divided branch. According to the time calculation, even if a few spiritual plants were divided, they would not be mature."

"Unless the spiritual energy of the ancestor root was consumed to urge its growth!"

"Being so eager for quick success and instant benefit, not respecting the ancestor, it is no wonder that Feng Xian felt so complicated when he saw this scene."

Qian Chen also felt a bit distressed and said righteously: "Fellow Daoist, this gourd spiritual root is your ancestor's legacy. To be ruined by others like this, can you bear it?"

Feng Xian smiled bitterly: "The Changming Sect is also the ancestor's Daoist lineage, and they have the Dragon race backing them. I originally thought that for the sake of the ancestor, they wouldn't go so far. I didn't expect..."

Qian Chen coughed twice and said: "Does Fellow Daoist know why I came overseas..."

Feng Xian sighed: "If this spiritual root could bear fruit, what would it matter if I gave it to Fellow Daoist? It would be better than falling into the hands of these people who deceive their masters and destroy their ancestors. But Fellow Daoist, we are now escaping for our lives under the Long Wang. How can we dare to provoke the Changming Sect, which has the Dragon race backing them, and plot against the spiritual root they planted in the forbidden area of the sect?"

Qian Chen said decisively: "What does the Changming Sect count for in the eyes of the Long Gong? Would they pay attention to it all the time? And seeing that this gourd only fell into the hands of a Penetrating Law loose cultivator, I know that their guard over the ancestor root is not necessarily very strict. With our current state, what is the difficulty in mixing in? And Fellow Daoist, you drove the demon eel, but you came to this place unconsciously. Isn't it because you have something on your mind?"

Feng Xian was moved when he heard this and said in a low voice: "The Qiongquan Sect has a secret treasury, which is where the sect's treasures of successive generations were hidden! It should have been seized by the Changming Sect! But the secret treasury is hidden very secretly, and they should find it very difficult to discover..."

"Let's work together to do a job! I only want the gourd newly borne by that gourd spiritual root, and the spiritual root and the secret treasury will all belong to you for the Qiongquan Sect to re-establish the sect!" Qian Chen said decisively.

"Fellow Daoist doesn't know that the ancestor said back then that this gourd vine came from the Heavenly Realm. The spiritual energy of the Earth Immortal Realm has declined, and it is no longer the ancient times, so it has long been difficult to nurture this vine. One picking makes the vine sparse, the second picking is still okay, the third picking cuts off the vitality. After the ancestor picked it once, the second gourd flower was knocked down by True Person Changliu. Now, the only vitality of that gourd vine is maintained by the last gourd. After picking it, I'm afraid the spiritual root's origin will be cut off and it will gradually wither." Feng Xian sighed.

Qian Chen was silent, but heard Feng Xian say: "The gourd vine is the cause and effect of the Qiongquan and Changming branches. If the vine withers, the relationship between the two branches will be cut off! My Qiongquan has the heavy responsibility entrusted by the ancestor to guard the Dew-Receiving Plate fragment, and it is still the ancestor's Daoist lineage. The Changming Sect, however, has defected to the Dragon race and damaged the spiritual root planted by the ancestor. It is already time for the two branches to part ways and cut off their relationship! Fellow Daoist, the gourd and the Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Linggen are all yours. Please help me take back the secret treasury and cut off the ancestor's Daoist lineage in the Changming Sect!"

"Good!" Qian Chen agreed decisively, looking at these people outside, his gaze stopping on the person carrying the gourd, and said: "It just so happens that we can use this person to help us sneak into the Changming Sect!"

Feng Xian heard this and extinguished the thought of continuing to escape. The mirror light turned, and he withdrew the blessing on the Seven-Star Eel.

The Seven-Star Eel lost the moonlight created by the mirror light to resolve its toxicity, and its essence and energy suddenly declined. Its powerful physical body began to flow pus and melt blood. Old Man Ma saw this and his brows jumped, saying: "Qingmu-jun, withdraw your poisonous water gourd, don't damage the spiritual materials I want!"

The arrogant Qingmu-jun sneered: "This poisonous water gourd was lent to me by Young Master Xia of the Changming Sect. The poisonous water can be collected and released at will, and even the intensity of the poison is within my thought! It will only melt the flesh and blood of the eel demon, and won't hurt the things you want!"

The Seven-Star Eel was covered in wounds, and its aura gradually weakened. The barbarian Nikun suddenly bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of heart blood onto the black banner. Immediately, black smoke rolled, and countless raw souls rushed out from the banner surface, transforming into a ghost head, biting onto the Seven-Star Eel.

Immediately, countless raw souls surged in along the wounds, devouring the eel demon's essence blood.

Qingmu-jun was furious when he saw this. He patted the gourd on his back, and the poisonous water surged up. Those raw souls touched the poisonous water, but they also wailed and melted into the poisonous water. Nikun released the ghosts to eat half of the Seven-Star Eel, and seeing that Old Man Ma and the other cultivators began to destroy those fierce ghosts and raw souls, he collected the remnant souls, inserted the flag back behind his back, and laughed: "What are you rushing for? Am I not giving this demon a final blow, completely ending its vitality?"

"Fart, you just want to take the opportunity to plunder essence blood and refine your demon banner!" Old Man Ma jumped and scolded.

Immediately, regardless of the poisonous water and filthy blood, he searched for the bone spurs on the eel demon's back. He probed the bone spurs and found nothing. His face changed slightly, and then he felt toward the spine. Only then did his expression relax slightly.

Old Man Ma slapped open the eel demon's spine and fished out seven bone beads flashing with starlight. The wrinkles on his face squeezed into a chrysanthemum, and then he looked carefully before muttering: "Strange, why is the heat of these bone beads not as deep as I imagined?"

"That's still worth your broken array!"

Nikun mocked, and reached out to touch the demon core in the eel demon's head.

Immediately, his face changed, and everyone was shocked. They heard him say: "Why is there no demon core?"

"What?" Qingmu-jun turned his face instantly. The poisonous water-formed giant hand was craggy, grabbing toward the barbarian Nikun's head, but he said: "Nikun, you dare to hide the demon core privately, but you don't know if you can afford to provoke the Changming Sect behind me!"

"Qingmu-jun, don't wrong a good person!" Nikun sneered: "With so many people watching, how could I be abnormal? It is clearly this eel demon that has something strange and hasn't formed a demon core!"

"The one who said the eel demon condensed a demon core was you, and the one who said it didn't condense one is also you. Are you playing us like monkeys?"

"What?" Lord Qingmu immediately turned hostile. The green-skinned gourd behind him erupted with rolling poisonous water, transforming into a giant hand that forced him back. He personally stepped forward to examine the eel demon's head, only to discover that there was not a trace of a demon core within the skull.

Nikun knew that the poisonous water in the gourd was powerful, so he kept using his movement technique to fly, dodging the secret attacks of the poisonous water. Coupled with the raw souls in his black flag, which had just had a feast of blood food, his magic power was now abundant, which made them evenly matched.

At this moment, a cold-faced loose cultivator suddenly spied a bit of glowing spiritual light in the eel demon's belly. He drew his hand, and his true qi cut open the fish belly.

But he saw a small mirror with flowing silver light and a spirit pearl with gentle spiritual light sliding out together!

The cultivator felt great regret, but everyone had already noticed it.

Those two things filled with spiritual energy, once revealed, immediately attracted everyone's gaze. Qingmu-jun withdrew the poisonous water, flew up, and reached out to grab the spirit pearl overflowing with spiritual light, but said: "Maybe this demon swallowed which spirit shellfish that had reached the heat in the Long Gong shellfish field, and swallowed the spirit pearl by mistake!"

Nikun sneered, unfolded the black flag in his hand, and several black qi swept toward the spirit pearl: "This spirit pearl is overflowing with light. One look and you know it's not an ordinary item. Could it be that it swallowed the shellfish king of the Long Gong shellfish field?"

But Qingmu-jun was still one step ahead, grabbing the spirit pearl into his hand. However, he saw that as soon as the spirit pearl fell into his hand, a divine light erupted, taking an illusion from the Seven-Star Eel demon beside it.

Immediately, a Seven-Star Eel wagging its head and tail was condensed by the flowing light of the spirit pearl, transforming into a spiritual light surrounding Qingmu-jun's body.

Qingmu-jun's face changed, first wary, then overjoyed. He pointed at Nikun, and the eel demon soul taken by the spirit pearl, with seven stars flashing on its back, suddenly transformed into a beam of starlight, hitting Nikun.

Nikun turned the black flag in his hand, stirred it hard, and rays of baleful energy surged, stirring up a violent wind and wrapping around the starlight.

But he saw the starlight break through like bamboo, piercing through the surging baleful energy, hitting Nikun with one strike, shattering half of his body...

"Good treasure!" Qingmu-jun was overjoyed, and hurriedly grabbed the silver mirror that came out of the belly with the spirit pearl. This time, he saw seven wooden stakes suddenly float up from under the sea surface, probing rays of light ropes, trapping him in the center.

Old Man Ma in the distance shouted: "Why don't you all attack yet? If this person gets those two treasures, will he let you and me go?"

The other few loose cultivators looked at each other, their expressions suddenly cold, and they sacrificed their magic tools, smashing toward Qingmu-jun. ===== CHAPTER 548 =====

The black banner in Nikun's hand flipped, and he stirred it with force. Waves of malevolent qi surged, whipping up a gale that wound around the starlight.

Yet the starlight was like bamboo being split, piercing through the surging malevolent qi and striking Nikun in one blow, shattering half his body...

"A good treasure!" Lord Qingmu's expression turned joyful, and he hurriedly grabbed for the silver mirror that had emerged from the belly along with the spirit pearl. This time, he saw seven wooden stakes suddenly rise from beneath the sea, extending rays of light-cables that trapped him in the center.

In the distance, Old Man Ma shouted sharply: "Are you all not going to strike yet? If this person obtains those two treasures, will he let you and me off?"

The other few rogue cultivators looked at each other, their expressions immediately turning cold. They raised their magic tools and smashed them toward Lord Qingmu.