Chapter 15: Clear Spirit Liquid and Divided Shadow Sword Light

The Daoist solemnly picked up the bright green gourd, stroked it for a moment, and then reluctantly handed it to Wang Yu:

"Autumn Leaf, listen well. Although Master founded the White Cloud Temple, I only accepted you and Autumn Leaf as disciples, which cannot be considered a real cultivation sect. In fact, I come from the Li family of Liangzhou, Wu State, tens of thousands of miles away. Later, because of a Foundation Establishment spiritual object, I offended a powerful enemy, was designed by others, and my cultivation was greatly reduced, which is why I ran to Huang Shi City to avoid disaster. But I didn't expect that my enemy had great supernatural powers and sent people to find this place, and even bribed the loose cultivators of Huang Shi City to attack me suddenly. I only used half of the Foundation Establishment spiritual object I obtained that year, and the other half is here. Keep it well."

"Master, what is a Foundation Establishment spiritual object, and what is Foundation Establishment?" Wang Yu took the gourd, full of confusion.

"My and Qiuye's cultivation is only in the first major realm of cultivators, the 'Qi Refinement Stage'. The Yin Water Art has a total of twelve levels, and the Qi Refinement Stage is also divided into twelve minor realms. If you can practice the Qi Refinement Stage cultivation technique to more than ten levels, you can try to break through to the second major realm, the 'Foundation Establishment Stage'. Only by practicing to the Foundation Establishment Stage can you be considered to have truly stepped onto the path of cultivation, and at the same time, your lifespan can be greatly increased to more than two hundred years."

"For us cultivators, the earlier you break through to the Foundation Establishment Stage, the better; otherwise, when you are old and frail, and your Qi and blood are insufficient, the possibility of successful Foundation Establishment will drop significantly."

"As for the Foundation Establishment spiritual object, it is an auxiliary item for Qi Refinement Stage cultivators when breaking through to the Foundation Establishment Stage. It is extremely precious; otherwise, Master would not have ended up in this situation because of this item. Remember, do not open the gourd until you have started to break through the bottleneck. The 'Clear Spirit Liquid' inside will turn into nothing when it meets the wind, and it will be a waste of this item." Master Chongyun warned solemnly.

"Clear Spirit Liquid."

Wang Yu muttered, unable to help but touch the bright green gourd in his hand, finding that its surface was warm, but it seemed extremely hard, and the mouth of the gourd was sealed tightly by the lid, without the slightest breath leaking out.

"Yes, this gourd is called the 'Clear Spirit Gourd', and it is also a rare spiritual material itself, which can be refined into a magic tool, but one that can give birth to 'Clear Spirit Liquid' is one in ten thousand. By the way, this is the note I made. The first half records some common sense in the cultivation world, and the second half records the twelve-level cultivation method of the 'Yin Water Art' and several useful prescriptions. The recipe for the Blood Refining Soup is among them." After thinking for a while, the Daoist picked up the black-skinned book from the package and handed it to Wang Yu.

"Thank you, Master."

Wang Yu's spirit lifted slightly, and he took the black-skinned book. With this book, his understanding of the mysterious power of cultivators could go a step further.

"As for these last two things, the jade pendant is the token of Master's family. If you have the opportunity to go, you can send it to the Li family. As for this box, in a sense, its value is even higher than this half-gourd of 'Clear Spirit Liquid', and it is also prepared by Master for a good friend who came to see me off. Friend Huang, I am right, it is hard for you to have followed for so long." When the Daoist picked up the iron box covered with talismans, he suddenly turned his head and said coldly to the entrance of the grotto passage.

Hearing this, Wang Yu was startled and hurriedly tucked the gourd and the black-skinned book into his bosom. He drew the silver thin sword with a "Swish!" and looked nervously at the entrance.

The light at the entrance of the passage was a bit dim, but it was empty—where was anyone?

Seeing this, Wang Yu looked at the Daoist suspiciously.

"At this point, Friend Huang still refuses to show up? Then Master will have to offend you." Master Chongyun ignored Wang Yu, raised a palm, and slapped slowly toward the entrance of the passage.

"Puff!"

A gust of white, cold air swept out from the Daoist's hand and shrouded toward the passage.

"Alas, why bother, old friend Chongyun!" In the rolling cold air, a looming figure emerged. After a sigh, red flames erupted from his body, sweeping across all directions, sweeping away all the cold air, and at the same time, the temperature in the grotto rose significantly, becoming scorching and unbearable.

"It really is Friend Huang. When I was attacked, I was thinking, without the permission of the Huang family, how would those loose cultivators dare to attack Master openly." Master Chongyun stared at the newly appeared figure and said expressionlessly.

The man was yellow-robed and white-faced; it was none other than "Uncle Huang" who had visited the Daoist temple not long ago. But at this moment, flames were swirling around him, like a god or demon, making people feel dizzy.

"Friend Chongyun, although I am the master of Huang Shi City, the real decision-maker of the Huang family is not me. I cannot go against the clan's decision to befriend that person. However, I did not participate in old Xu and the others joining forces to deal with you. Following here this time is just because of our friendship, wanting to help you handle the aftermath." The yellow-robed man replied with an unchanging expression.

"Hmph, helping me handle the aftermath is wanting to get the treasure that person also wants." The Daoist stared at the yellow-robed man with eyes like knives and said sarcastically.

"If you don't believe me, there is nothing I can do. But I really didn't expect that the treasure that led you to travel far away is the 'Clear Spirit Liquid', the famous Foundation Establishment spiritual object. I heard that although this item is not as good as the Foundation Establishment Pill, it also has 10% of the Foundation Establishment effect, and many people have successfully established their foundation with it." The yellow-robed man replied noncommittally, his gaze turning to Wang Yu, and he could no longer hide the greed on his face.

Hearing that the other party was the City Lord of Huang Shi City, Wang Yu was already shocked. Seeing the other party's unkind gaze, he couldn't help but grip the silver thin sword in his hand even tighter.

Seeing this, the City Lord of Huang Shi City had cold light flashing in his eyes, but he said to Wang Yu in a gentle voice:

"Little guy, the soft sword in your hand is a specially made weapon of my Huang family. It seems that my nephew must have died at your hands. This is interesting. My nephew has the cultivation of the second level of Qi Refinement. Although he has not yet cast a spiritual root, he has mastered one or two low-grade tricks, not to mention he has a 'Mysterious Wind Fan' for protection. Forget it, as long as you hand over the 'Clear Spirit Liquid', I can decide to spare your life."

Wang Yu had a "Believe you a ghost" in his heart and ignored the yellow-robed man's words, but he was quite surprised that the young man in white he killed was the other party's nephew. But now Master Chongyun was seriously injured, and this person came with such obvious malice, I am afraid it is really going to be bad.

"Friend Huang, you are not pretending anymore, right? That's fine, so Master won't have any hesitation when killing you." Seeing all this, Master Chongyun showed disgust on his face, swept a hand over the iron box, and the talismans on the surface fell off one after another in the flashing white light.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

A light sound came from the iron box, crisp and pleasant, like music from the nine heavens.

"Spiritual sword self-ringing? Impossible, you are a discarded cultivator of a family, how can you possess a spiritual sword? Even if it is really a spiritual sword, how can you control it with your cultivation?" The yellow-robed man's expression changed slightly, staring at the iron box, becoming like facing a great enemy.

"You can try!" Master Chongyun sneered and pressed his finger to a corner of the iron box.

With a "Crack!" sound of the mechanism, the surface of the iron box slowly cracked open.

"Whoosh!"

The City Lord of Huang Shi City, who had been standing at the entrance, plunged into the passage behind him without looking back and disappeared.

Wang Yu blinked, somewhat incredulous.

Who said they didn't believe it just now!

"Master, he..."

"Don't speak."

As soon as Wang Yu opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Master Chongyun with a wave of his hand. He still held the iron box with one hand and looked at the entrance expressionlessly.

Wang Yu stood in place, not daring to make any other moves, but subconsciously glanced at the iron box twice, his expression becoming a bit strange.

Where was there any 'flying sword' in the iron box? It was just a seemingly ordinary, tattered sword scabbard, no more than half a foot long, with a scorched yellow surface and several broken holes.

Master Chongyun was actually singing an 'Empty City Strategy'.

Time passed bit by bit.

A figure flashed at the entrance of the grotto, and the tall figure of the City Lord of Huang Shi City appeared again. Only this time, the red fire light on his body was gone, and his body was covered by a layer of faint golden light, and he had an extra small iron shield, black and only about a foot large, in his hand.

"Jin Guang Talisman."

Seeing the golden light on the City Lord of Huang Shi City, Master Chongyun raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Old friend Chongyun, Huang was almost deceived by you. If you really had a spiritual sword in your hand, why would you let me leave just now? Even if you still have the strength for one strike, what can you do to me under my Jin Guang Shield and double protection of magic tools? Better surrender obediently."

As soon as the words fell, the City Lord of Huang Shi City held the iron shield horizontally in front of him and walked toward Master Chongyun with large strides. When he was about a zhang away from the Daoist, he chanted, opened his big hand, and grabbed toward the Daoist in the void with fire swirling around his five fingers. A large fireball could be vaguely seen emerging from his palm.

"Hehe, Friend Huang, have a safe journey." The Daoist chuckled, suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, which sprinkled onto the tattered sword scabbard.

"Bang!"

After the sword scabbard trembled slightly, a white, misty small sword of several inches shot out from it. After circling once, it turned into a three-foot silver light and swept toward the yellow-robed man.

"Sword light!"

The City Lord of Huang Shi City instantly felt cold all over. He could no longer care about the Daoist, so he could only pat the small shield in front of him with one hand. Three white patterns on the shield lit up, transforming into thick white light, which met the incoming sword light on its own. The man himself retreated instead of advancing, his body flying backward, rushing toward the entrance of the passage to escape.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

The three-foot silver light just flashed, piercing through the iron shield as if it were nothing, chasing after the City Lord of Huang Shi City like lightning, and then circled around his body in his terrified gaze.

The yellow-robed man screamed loudly, the golden light on his body shattered, and another raging fire pillar soared into the sky. But after being circled and flashed by the silver sword light a few times, the fire pillar was rolled and extinguished, leaving only the miserable corpse of the yellow-robed man split into several pieces. Things like intestines flowed all over the ground, which was very bloody.

The silver light circled a few times in the low sky, restored to the form of a small white sword, flew back on its own, and after a flash, sank into the tattered sword scabbard.

"Puff!"

The tattered sword scabbard turned into ashes the moment the small white sword entered.

All this made Wang Yu stare dumbfounded.

"Good, good, good! To be able to witness the power of a spiritual sword with my own eyes, even if it is just a divided shadow sword light, it is not a waste of most of my family property! Haha..." After Master Chongyun laughed wildly a few times, his head tilted, and he stopped breathing, with a hint of a smile still on his face.

"Master, don't scare me, you won't just leave like this, right?" Wang Yu was pleasantly surprised that the strong enemy was easily destroyed, but seeing the Daoist like this, he was startled again. He hurriedly rushed to the Daoist and put his finger under his nose.

A moment later, Wang Yu's expression became very colorful.

After thinking for a while, he grabbed one of the Daoist's wrists and sensed it quietly for a moment, but there was no pulse at all.

Master Chongyun had really died like this. ===== CHAPTER 16 =====