Chapter 642: Treasure Armor

Li Ximing's words were stuck in his throat for a long time, but Xiao Yuansi had been looking at him, this old man pressing his shoulder, somewhat lost in thought. Xiao Yuansi understood that once he left this place, Li Ximing would go into seclusion, and the next time he came to the Li family, it would be nine out of ten at Li Ximing's funeral. Divine abilities were not too difficult for the various immortal sects and factions, but for the current Li Ximing… it was not a good choice.

"Achieve divine ability, transcend the mundane."

He listened to Li Ximing's choked opening, and sighed lightly in his heart. In order to see Li Ximing, he had racked his brains.

Xiao Yuansi noticed that his own ancestor hadn't stopped him from collecting many Mingyang spirit objects, but he didn't take it as a sign that the True Lord supported him. Xiao Yuansi didn't dare to believe him at all, only fearing that by the time he finished refining the pill, Li Ximing would have already gone into seclusion—Xiao Chuting was absolutely capable of doing such a thing.

Therefore, he had deliberately scrambled the timing, even going so far as to finish the refining early despite his injuries, delivering it all the way here. Xiao Yuansi treated this meeting as his last; as for Li Ximing breaking through to the Zifu realm... he had actually never dared to hope for it.

'Ming'er's temperament is too much like a mortal!'

Xiao Yuansi looked at him deeply: "Those who achieve divine abilities in ancient and modern times, either have single-minded sincerity, or are treacherous and ruthless, or have deep thoughts… Ming'er is panicked when surprised, revealed when angry. On one hand, he wants the Great Dao to be ruthless, but on the other hand, he is moved by relatives and friends. When ruthless, he can cut and give up, but when his thoughts turn, he is painful and regretful. When he is neither painful nor itchy, he hesitates, and only when it hurts does he know ruthlessness… Among the Li clan's children, he is most like a mortal."

"Divine ability penetrates the qi sea, turns into the Rising Yang, has infinite fantasies, infinite demonic barriers, what does he have to overcome them?"

Xiao Yuansi looked at him quietly, while Li Ximing stood by the table, exhaled lightly, and finally, his opening was not words of thanks.

"Master, you specifically avoided Master Xiao for this pill. What are your concerns?"

Xiao Yuansi didn't expect him to ask this, slowly raised his eyebrows, and said softly: "My True Lord… is for the sake of your family."

"Ximing understands."

Li Ximing stood quietly by his side and said softly:

"Master Xiao hopes that I will leave this pill for the Heir. Ximing can guess it, can see it clearly. Master, please rest assured, my family loves the True Lord very much and has not misunderstood the meaning."

Xiao Yuansi was not an ambitious person. He had the Zifu cultivator Xiao Chuting above him, and he would be safe and sound refining some pills for the rest of his life. But he also had no reason to stop this disciple of his, only having this one pill to give.

Now hearing these words, he finally showed surprise, pondered for a long time, and said softly: "The things given to you, you can arrange them yourself."

He coughed twice and finally got up. Li Ximing respectfully sent him all the way out. Xiao Yuansi looked at him three or four times along the way, and a hope actually rose in his heart.

"If he can stop the loss… that would be the best."

Li Ximing sent him away, rode the wind back to Wushan, didn't go to tell Li Xuanxuan about the pill, and sat down quietly in the white qi of the mountain.

Li Ximing took out the jade bottle, didn't open it immediately, his spiritual sense penetrated it, and he stared quietly at the 【Purple Ming Pill】.

The Mingyang qi of this pill was extremely sufficient, and the clear and spiritual qi was pressing. Li Ximing didn't see anything wrong with it.

"Although my detection method is a joke in front of Xiao Chuting… all the Daoist traditions are also derived from the Xiao family, and there is nothing to see clearly… but Master specifically mentioned Xiao Chuting…"

Li Ximing wouldn't doubt Xiao Yuansi, and Xiao Chuting had absolutely no need to harm himself. Master Xiao Yuansi's previous words obviously showed worry about Xiao Chuting. It was not difficult for Li Ximing to draw this conclusion:

"It's just that Xiao Chuting hopes more that the person impacting Zifu is Zhouwei."

He sat quietly in the white qi, his thoughts drifting:

"Xiao Chuting is indeed well-intentioned… I suppose the Xuanyue Sect… Kong Tingyun will also pass on the word. Everyone's eyes are fixed on Zhouwei."

"Not just Xiao Chuting… all the Zifu cultivators who are friendly to my family hope that the one impacting Zifu is Zhouwei… and not on me, who has no hope."

"The rest of the Zifu cultivators… they are probably waiting to see my joke."

He laughed muffledly twice, took out the pale golden jade slip from his sleeve, pinched the formula to operate his dharma power, and condensed the next secret technique.

"【Treasure Steps】!"

…

Kong Tingyun sent them all the way to the lake, smiled, and sent the few people down. Li Qinghong thanked her a few times. She was in a hurry to return to the sect, declined the Li family's invitation, exchanged polite words, and bid farewell.

She hesitated again and again. Before leaving, she specifically pulled Li Qinghong's sleeve to remind her:

"Regarding what I said earlier, Qinghong must pay attention… do not be careless!"

These words naturally referred to Li Ximing. Li Qinghong could only nod in response. Only then did she smile with relief and drive the spirit boat away.

All the way back to the continent, Li Chengliao came to greet them, his face full of joy, holding his eldest son's hand to look closely. Li Zhouwei hadn't seen his father for a long time. Although he didn't have any pretty words, there was rare joy in his eyes.

Chen Yang changed into white clothes, entered the lake shore to pay respects to his father. Li Zhouwei and Li Cheng were both in seclusion to cultivate, and Kongheng wouldn't manage affairs, so most of the affairs were handled by him. Several people returned to the hall, and it suddenly became empty. The white ape saw Li Zhouwei and had the same kind expression as in those years. His attitude was still very regular, and he bowed down. Several people entered the hall together, and Li Chengliao took the recent affairs to speak.

"Senior Yuansi is indeed a kind elder… he came specifically to express condolences. Master Xiao has not appeared in the North Sea for these years, and the Xiao family cannot contact him… he specifically chatted with Ximing."

Li Xuanxuan was very grateful to him. He remembered how Xiao Yuansi had helped his family time and time again, and added a few words, fearing that the juniors would hold a grudge because the Xiao family didn't take action.

Li Qinghong and the others naturally wouldn't do such a thing, and all responded in a gentle tone. Li Xuanxuan then waved his hand, and the white ape and Li Chengliao both retreated. The hall door closed, and the great formation operated.

Li Qinghong was still worried, threw out the 【Chongming Dongxuan Screen】 from her sleeve, and the screen light covered it, adding another layer of protection to the main hall. Only then did Li Zhouwei ask: "After leaving home for two years… how is the talisman seed?"

Li Xuanxuan shook his head lightly and replied:

"Not satisfactory… tested three times before and after the Zhou Xing generation, only you have this immortal fate. As for the Jiangque generation…"

The old man stroked his beard and said softly:

"It's just a matter of these one or two years. Jiangqian is almost five years old, and he is considered the eldest in the first batch of the Jiangque generation. Let him try."

Li Zhouwei nodded. Talisman seeds had become harder and harder to obtain in recent years, and the attached cultivation techniques were more advanced. There was usually only one seedling in a generation, and he had seen his few brothers. Their talent was slightly higher than the Chengming generation, but not much higher.

In the early years, the Immortal Mirror remained in the world, and one could use spiritual sense to probe into it to clarify the number of talisman seeds inside. Now that the Immortal Mirror hadn't appeared in the world for decades, one couldn't even see it, let alone look at the talisman seeds…

Li Xuanxuan appeared somewhat worried about this, and whispered: "It is good to entrust treasures… but there are not many people who receive talismans. If something happens one day and it is cut off, and the descendants have not received talismans, wouldn't the connection be lost…"

He pondered for a while, but didn't say anything more. Li Zhouwei asked:

"How is Qian'er?"

Speaking of this matter, Li Xuanxuan was energetic, and whispered with a smile: "This child is clever and draws inferences from one instance, and is deeply loved by your father!"

"Oh?"

Li Zhouwei still remembered the Q&A of Ding Jiao in the Dragon Palace, thinking secretly:

'The meaning of Ding Jiao and the others… my eldest and second sons of Mingyang are somewhat unusual. I have already seen Jiang'ao, and Jiangqian must also have outstanding points.'

Ding Jiao might not be sincere to him, and the things he instructed might not be the real purpose, but the information revealed in the conversation could still be used as a reference.

He then asked:

"Besides this, is there anything else different."

Li Xuanxuan was stunned and frowned:

"A five-year-old child, can't see anything. Those eyes are gradually turning red in gold… not a big deal."

"Good…"

Li Zhouwei realized something, handed the basket of pearls over, and Li Qinghong took out several jade slips, opened them one by one, and said softly:

"Minghuang, these are the Mingyang cultivation techniques and dharma techniques obtained by the family. Take a look."

Li Zhouwei was happy, took the jade slips on the case, and read them one by one:

'Second-grade cultivation technique "Zhaojian Chengxin Formula", Immortal Foundation "Zhaoche Heart"'

'Third-grade escape technique "Flowing Sun Liuri Zheguang"'

'Third-grade cultivation technique "Mingyuan Guanli Formula", Immortal Foundation "Changming Steps"'

'Fourth-grade dharma technique "Upper Brilliance Subduing Light"'

Li Zhouwei thanked her, put away "Flowing Sun Liuri Zheguang" and "Upper Brilliance Subduing Light", read "Mingyuan Guanli Formula" roughly, and pushed it back into Li Qinghong's hand, whispering: "Troubling the elders."

"What are you talking about."

Li Qinghong nodded lightly, looked at Li Xuanxuan, and said softly: "Minghuang, there is one more thing."

She got up from her seat, paced to the main hall, pinched the formula to respond to the formation, took out a brocade bag from it, came to the two, and shook it lightly, taking out a large jade box.

This jade box was as big as a table, and its texture didn't look unusual. Under the influence of dharma power, it landed lightly on the ground. Li Zhouwei estimated it somewhat, and sure enough, he saw Li Qinghong say lightly: "Back then, my uncle shot and killed Murong Wu and obtained that black iron treasure armor. It was a top-grade armor at the foundation-establishment level. He brought it back, had someone refine it with true fire on Bianyan Mountain for nearly three months, and recast it into a treasure armor."

"Once this treasure armor was cast, Ning Heyuan handed it to my uncle. He secretly arranged for someone to send it back, and it has been stored in the family, never opened."

Her slender hand flowed with dharma power, and she tapped nine times on the jade box. Only a clanging sound was heard, and the jade box split from the middle, revealing the treasure inside.

Li Zhouwei looked closely, only to see a piece of fine golden-white scales, without any mysterious patterns, layered together, presenting a soft texture. It was actually a soft armor! He lifted it lightly, surprised, and Li Qinghong praised:

"I heard that Murong Wu's was 【Desert Black Armor】, the armor was heavy and clumsy, and the demonic qi was gloomy. I thought it would be a heavy armor when it was built. Unexpectedly, after burning with true fire for eighty-one days, it became this appearance."

Li Xuanxuan had a look of nostalgia, stared quietly at this soft armor, and said in a hoarse voice:

"The Murong family is Northern Di, and the armor they build is naturally fierce and burly. Even three pounds of iron have to be beaten into the appearance of nine pounds. The Qingchi Sect is an immortal Daoist tradition after all, so naturally, they refine it toward elegance and gorgeousness…"

The old man had been a shopkeeper for many years and was familiar with these things. He looked at it carefully for two eyes and said harmoniously: "I'm afraid it was because the original 【Desert Black Armor】 was too heavy and clumsy that they had to build it into a soft armor. Otherwise, according to the Qingchi Sect's habit, they would have to build it into a feather garment!"

Li Zhouwei looked for a while, loved it, and called out. This white armor flew up by itself and draped over his body in an orderly manner. He was tall and straight, with his head held high and his chest out. The white-gold armor was bright and brilliant, and his golden pupils looked around, truly having the taste of an immortal descendant.

Only then did Li Qinghong say softly:

"This garment uses 【Desert Black Heavenly Iron】 and 【Huangyuan Stone】 as bones, 【Wolf Scale Bone】 and 【He-White Feather】 as scales, burned by true fire, and many high-level Qingchi cultivators specializing in refining were involved, refining it together. It is called 【Yuane】."

Li Zhouwei nodded firmly. Li Xuanxuan was slightly surprised and asked:

"You have finished refining it?"

As everyone knew, to obtain a dharma tool, one had to refine it first, soaking it with dharma power. Qi Refining was not obvious, but foundation-establishment dharma tools already needed quite a bit of time. Ownerless things were the easiest, often needing several days, and things with owners took even longer. Even ancient dharma tools like 【Chongming Dongxuan Screen】 needed several months…

And Li Zhouwei had the appearance of being able to use it freely as soon as he got it. How could Li Xuanxuan not be suspicious? Asking this, Li Zhouwei smiled: "Not yet refined… it's just that Mingyang things love me by nature, and I can use them even without refining!"

A bright light like a circular arc appeared in his hand, and he saw the long halberd lightly stationed on the ground. Li Qinghong smiled and replied: "You try it out, let the white ape accompany you for a few moves."

Li Zhouwei nodded with a smile, but said: "I'm afraid it's not enough."

Li Xuanxuan laughed rarely, and Li Qinghong also put away the 【Chongming Dongxuan Screen】, pushed the hall door, and went out. Outside was the morning wind, and only a few creaking sounds were heard. The monk with thin eyes was stepping on wooden clogs to greet them.

Li Qinghong said softly:

"How is Kongheng?"

This called Kongheng over. He looked at Li Zhouwei and the others with some suspicion. Li Xuanxuan's memory of this monk still stayed a long, long time ago, and he nodded with a smile: "I think it's not bad."

Li Qinghong, however, was somewhat hesitant.

Li Qinghong, however, was somewhat hesitant.

She was afraid of hitting Li Zhouwei's confidence, so she specifically asked Kongheng: "I wonder what the dharma master's strength is now?"

Kongheng pondered for a breath and said with a wry smile: "I'm afraid I can't block Qinghong's thunder… other things can be tried…"

Li Qinghong had confidence in her own strength. The power of her thunder, under the blessing of several dharma tools, was enormous, and it could already be compared to the original Tang Shedu. Calculating this way, Kongheng was already at the strength of a Qingchi Peak Master.

She didn't have time to ask, so she saw the monk smile:

"If I am allowed to defend, it is difficult for a late-stage foundation-establishment cultivator to kill me. If I am allowed to attack the enemy… then it is inferior. I am afraid it is the strength of a mid-stage foundation-establishment cultivator."

The comparison here was naturally the direct descendants of the Three Sects and Seven Factions. Li Qinghong had a count in her heart, secretly thinking:

"Slightly inferior to Xizhi… comparable to Ximing."

She said softly:

"Dharma master, why not try the Heir's strength, just stop when it's enough."

"Good!" ===== CHAPTER 643 =====

"Good!"