Chapter 177: Location Crystal Ball

Of course, such a fast flying dagger artifact could never strike its target accurately without some form of Gold Technique and powerful spiritual force to control it.

Although the iron essence used in the flying dagger is the most common material for sword and dagger blanks, its durability clearly lags behind its astonishing speed.

Wang Yu was already considering finding a better-performing material after the Four Sects Assembly to forge this dagger.

If the dagger's durability were sufficient, he believed its power could increase by another major margin—even piercing through ordinary defensive artifacts at long range would pose no problem.

As Wang Yu pondered this, he put away the flying dagger, first retrieving the "Iron Cloud Brick" and the blue long spear from the ground, then rummaging through the four corpses to find five storage bags.

He chanted a spell and released several fireballs, reducing the corpses to ash, then leapt onto the white small boat still hovering in midair, chanted another spell, and immediately shot off at low altitude toward another faintly visible hill in the distance.

This time he didn't rush to hide far away; instead, he intended to figure out how these Mo Luo Sect disciples had found him—otherwise, no matter how far he fled, it would be useless.

…

A flash of cold light—the head of a black wild boar over a zhang long was severed by the crimson-and-green long knife, then a fireball turned its body to ash.

Wang Yu walked straight into the massive tree hollow behind the boar, casually released a meditation cushion, and sat cross-legged upon it.

He immediately pulled out one of the silver-robed man's storage bags, swept his spiritual sense inside, and a white crystal ball the size of a fist appeared in his hand.

He remembered clearly—when that "Cloud Senior Brother" had found him, he had been holding this very object—and without hesitation, Wang Yu poured spiritual energy into it.

"Puff."

Ten blood-red spiritual runes surfaced on the crystal ball's surface; after spinning rapidly, they exploded into countless blood threads within the ball, and when all the threads vanished, a pea-sized crimson light cluster appeared at the very center.

"Location Array Artifact."

Wang Yu saw the scene inside the crystal ball—though he had suspected it—still blurted out in shock, his face darkening.

The "Dingyi Mirror" from Ximen Mei had left a deep impression on him, yet Ximen Senior Sister had clearly stated such artifacts, capable of locating sect identity tokens, were made of extremely rare materials, and even the Four Symbols Sect possessed only a few.

But this artifact wasn't a mirror—it was a crystal ball—and he hoped it wasn't tracking his sect identity token.

Wang Yu's thoughts shifted; he pulled out his own sect token, the identity tokens of the demonic disciples, and even the five storage bags, tossing them all onto the ground, then stepped out of the tree hollow, released the black iron boat, and flew low for several li before looking again at the crystal ball in his hand.

The crimson light cluster remained fixed at the center of the crystal ball, unmoved.

"So it's not the identity token or anything in the storage bags? Could it really be this 'blood mark' the man mentioned?" Wang Yu turned around, spurred the boat back toward the tree hollow, and frowned in deep thought.

In moments, he returned to the tree hollow, stared at the pile of storage bags on the ground, sat back on the cushion, and uttered "Overclock," his eyes instantly glowing as he meticulously scanned his own body while releasing his vast spiritual sense to sweep over every inch of himself.

Not a single anomaly detected!

Wang Yu refused to give up; he pulled out several purification and dispelling talismans from his robe, slapped them wildly across his body, washed his skin repeatedly with spiritual light and essence, then checked the crystal ball again after pouring in spiritual energy—the red light cluster was still there.

Wang Yu's face darkened—this meant his movements were completely transparent to some demonic disciples.

He didn't know how many demonic disciples possessed such artifacts.

None of the storage bags from the demonic disciples he had just eliminated contained this location crystal ball.

Could this artifact be exclusive to demonic sect true disciples?

Wang Yu's thoughts shifted as he rummaged through the other three Mo Luo Sect disciples' storage bags—only four or five artifacts with seven or eight inscriptions, some talismans and pills, identity tokens, and over forty mid-grade spirit stones—nothing else of value.

These seven- or eight-inscription entry-level artifacts were useless to him; he dumped them all into the largest storage bag.

He now had too many storage bags—carrying them all was impractical, and none could be stored inside others, so he decided to keep only the three largest: one of a hundred cubic units, one of thirty, and one of twenty, destroying the rest on the spot.

Not finding a location crystal ball among these storage bags eased Wang Yu's breath.

At least this meant ordinary demonic disciples probably couldn't track him.

Even if all three demonic sects' true disciples combined numbered many, it was far better than every demonic disciple having a location crystal ball.

With this thought, Wang Yu picked up one of the silver-robed man's storage bags and tipped its contents out.

Dozens of assorted artifacts and piles of wooden boxes and chests spilled forth.

Wang Yu glanced at the artifacts and recognized several clearly styled after the Four Symbols Sect; flipping open the wooden boxes, he found them filled with herbs and spiritual materials.

Wang Yu sighed—these artifacts were clearly the Mo Luo true disciple's spoils; it seemed several Four Sects disciples had indeed fallen to him.

He briefly examined the artifacts—the one with the most inscriptions was a nine-inscription earth-element longsword.

Wang Yu shook his head and swept everything into his own storage bag.

He then picked up the silver-robed man's second storage bag, released his spiritual sense, and emptied its contents as well.

The items were few.

A black dagger wreathed in blood aura, a nameless white leather-bound book, three identical blue small banners, a golden scroll, two blood-red talismans, and five vials of pills.

The black dagger's sinister appearance told him without inspection that it was a demonic sect-exclusive artifact, requiring specific demonic secret techniques to activate.

He picked up one of the three banners, examined it, then infused a small amount of spiritual energy into it.

Seven pale blue runes glowed on the banner's surface; with a "pop," it dissolved into a faint mist that engulfed most of the tree hollow.

"Huh?"

Wang Yu was startled—the scenery vanished within the mist, and his spiritual sense could not penetrate it.

"Array Banner."

He couldn't help but be moved.