Chapter 272

Was this name left by the former owner of the spirit beast pouch, or by its maker?

Wang Yu naturally had no way of knowing, so he silently memorized the name and put away the spirit beast pouch.

Next, he reached into another storage pouch and pulled out a small purple vial—the only medicine bottle left by the old monk.

According to Gong Yue, this vial contained a rare material called "Soul Silver," which allowed it to survive the Soul-Soul Flame.

If such a special vial was used, the pill inside must certainly not be ordinary.

After hesitating for a moment, Wang Yu still opened the cap and carefully poured out a jet-black pill into his palm.

A foul stench rushed into his nose, making him want to vomit!

Although this wasn't the first time he'd poured out this pill, he still forced down his discomfort and carefully held the black pill before his eyes for close inspection.

The black pill was entirely dark, faintly streaked with threads of crimson; according to the old monk's earlier words, it should be a second-rank pill that enhances cultivation, with a silver medicinal pattern on its surface—the most common low-grade pill.

Among all the first- and second-rank pills he had collected and studied, none recorded such a pill; given its appearance and odor, he dared not swallow it lightly.

Wang Yu stared at the pill, his heart itching.

This was his first second-rank pill ever acquired, and very likely one that enhanced cultivation.

He thought for a moment, opened his mouth, extended his tongue, and prepared to lick the pill's surface to test its nature.

But the next instant, a scene from the *Copper Coconut Poison Canon* flashed through his mind, and his motion slowed.

After a brief hesitation, Wang Yu still placed the pill back into the vial, deciding to clarify its true origin before considering how to take it.

After all, this was a second-rank pill—if it contained deadly poison, it would certainly be second-rank poison; even a single lick might be beyond the endurance of a mere Qi Condensation cultivator.

After putting away the vial, Wang Yu flipped his hand once more, and three silver mirrors glowing with red light appeared in his palm.

It was the set of Mother-Child Floating Mirrors!

With a mere flick of his palm, he placed the three mirrors one by one on the ground before him, then picked up the master mirror and infused it with spiritual energy.

The master mirror emitted a series of mechanical sounds; its seemingly crude surface split open, revealing a hollow within holding a silver crystal.

Wang Yu's spiritual sense swept over this mid-grade Thunder Spirit Stone, and his brow furrowed.

Earlier, the Floating Mirrors had only fired two shots in cannon form, and the crystal's spiritual energy had already dropped to about one-quarter—meaning it could manage at most one more shot before the device could no longer activate its cannon form.

If the master mirror was this depleted, the two child mirrors were likely the same!

The Mother-Child Floating Mirrors were indeed powerful, but their consumption of Thunder Spirit Stones was enormous—it felt almost unaffordable!

Of course, during this secret realm journey, his survival against the old monk with Foundation Establishment power owed much to the device's power; from that perspective, it seemed worth the cost!

What saddened Wang Yu even more was the high-grade Thunder Spirit Stone inside the mechanical wolf puppet.

During the battle in the tower, the puppet shattered, but its internal Thunder Crystal likely remained intact; yet he had been instantly teleported out of the stone tower by Gong Yue, with no chance to retrieve the spirit stone.

Wang Yu sighed, his heart conflicted, and skillfully dismantled the mirror into dozens of Dadaxiaoxiao components, swiftly inspecting them all.

Another flaw of the Mother-Child Floating Mirrors was their extreme precision—compared to ordinary artifacts, even one critical component malfunctioning would severely impair the entire set.

Fortunately, perhaps because the artifact had been used so few times, most components were intact; only a few consumable parts showed minor wear, but not enough to hinder further use—once he returned to the sect and replaced these consumables, everything would be fine.

After checking the other two child mirrors one by one, Wang Yu put away the entire set and stepped out of the tree hollow.

Not long after, a large flock of birds burst from the forest in a swarm, flying off in all directions.

Wang Yu once again activated his bone boat, leaving the forest, and soon landed on a small mountain range over a hundred li away, carving a cave into a cliff face and sealing it with barrier talismans before entering to sit in meditation.

For the next dozen or so days, Wang Yu circled the vast lake, releasing batches of birds carrying vials infused with his blood every three or four days, then moving to a new location each time.

On this day, as he sat meditating inside a massive boulder, a buzzing alarm sounded from his storage pouch.

Wang Yu beamed, slapped his waist pouch, and a yellow talisman flew out, circling him before sinking into the back of his right hand and vanishing.

The next instant, in his startled gaze, a faint white arrow-shaped shadow appeared on the back of his right hand, pointing steadily in one direction, accompanied by a subtle sensation of heat.

Time to leave!

Seeing this, Wang Yu immediately stepped out of the cave, raised his hand, and summoned a white-boned boat, soaring straight into the sky.

According to Tian Chan Lao Zu and the others, there was a full three to four days between the talisman's warning and the secret realm's exit closing—no need to worry about insufficient time to return.

But for Wang Yu, who had already gained much within the secret realm, the sooner he left the Jialan Secret Realm, the sooner he could truly rest easy.

With his powerful spiritual sense and hyper-accelerated senses, Wang Yu avoided every sect disciple and demonic cultivator he encountered, traveling alone straight toward the arrow's direction.

After half a day of flight, as he soared over a small hill, preparing to dive into the nearby forest sea, his expression darkened and he stomped his foot on the bone boat.

*Puff! The speeding bone boat suddenly halted, hovering motionless in place.

Wang Yu's eyes glinted faintly as he stared intently at the seemingly empty air ahead, coldly asking:

"Who's there, lurking in the shadows? Trying to ambush me?"

"Heh, I told you this concealment array was useless—it might fool ordinary people, but this kid clearly has innate spiritual eyes; he can't be deceived."

"Hmph, how else would we know? If he'd just flown straight into the array, I could've saved myself a lot of effort. Besides, I never expected this brat killed the descendant of Blood Smoke Old Ghost—I changed my mind, no longer want to act."

Two male voices suddenly emerged from the empty air ahead—one sinister, one icy.

As the words ended, a swirl of gray light swept forward, the scenery blurred, fleeting shadows of several gray-white banners flashed by, and a hazy figure wrapped in blood mist appeared before him.

The blood-tinged figure held a broken black sword hilt in one hand and a small gray-white banner in the other, his eyes dark and fixed on Wang Yu.

"Zhu Wuyan."

Wang Yu, upon seeing this man, could not help but cry out.