Chapter 581: Spirit Treasure

In a vast, white, boundless space where nothing could be seen, Song Qingming was struggling to pilot his escape light, flying forward along the way.

Suddenly, a black dot appeared in the white mist ahead, catching Song Qingming's attention. A trace of joy appeared on his face, and he hurriedly accelerated his escape speed, heading straight for it.

A moment later, as Song Qingming approached the black dot, he saw clearly that it was an octagonal stone pavilion standing alone in the white mist.

It had dark red railings, and in the center sat a stone table and two small, round stone stools. Hanging from the crossbeams above were some wind chimes that swayed with the breeze, occasionally emitting a series of soft, pleasant sounds.

"How did I end up back here again!"

Looking at the very familiar layout and furnishings in the stone pavilion, Song Qingming muttered to himself, his brows furrowing slightly. Then, with a look of helplessness, he sat down on one of the stone stools.

Previously, after killing Du Yucheng and escaping from the first trial ground of the "Heaven-Reaching Pavilion," Song Qingming had been caught up to by Ma Wuchen, who had followed him using a spiritual object left behind in Du Yucheng's storage bag.

Song Qingming, whose cultivation was only at the third layer of Jin Dan, naturally knew he was no match for Ma Wuchen, a late-stage Jin Dan demonic cultivator. Facing Ma Wuchen's suppression of strength and trapped in a crisis, Song Qingming, while pondering a way to escape, suddenly remembered the black iron plaque that Huo Feng had used in front of him before.

Since he was already in a desperate situation, no matter where this iron plaque would take him, it would still be better than falling into the hands of Ma Wuchen, this demonic cultivator. Seeking to save his life, Song Qingming did not hesitate much. Following the method Huo Feng had used in front of him, he directly poured his own magic power into the "Heaven-Reaching Token" he held tightly in his hand.

Just like that, under Ma Wuchen's astonished gaze, Song Qingming was taken by a sheet of white light into this empty space.

Entering the Heaven-Reaching Tower this time, Song Qingming had already obtained quite a few treasures and had successfully passed the trial of the first floor of the Heaven-Reaching Pavilion, obtaining the complete cultivation experience of a Nascent Soul cultivator. This trip could already be considered worthwhile.

Picking up the wooden plaque and feeling the trace of spiritual light fluctuation coming from it, Song Qingming gave a light laugh. Suddenly, a fierce Dan fire erupted from his hand, and very quickly, he burned the wooden plaque directly into a smear of fly ash.

Unexpectedly, only after arriving inside did he discover that it was exactly the same as he had imagined. After searching for a long time, let alone people, apart from this seemingly ordinary stone pavilion, he hadn't even seen a single stone.

Having decided not to look for an exit anymore, Song Qingming took out Du Yucheng's storage bag. After spending some time breaking the restrictions on it, he poured out everything inside.

Although he had used the "Heaven-Reaching Token" in sheer desperation, Song Qingming had still prepared himself mentally that he might encounter Huo Feng or others here.

"What kind of background does this kid have? He's only an early-stage Jin Dan cultivator; how could he possibly possess something like the Heaven-Reaching Token?"

Being able to snatch a treasure from Du Yucheng's hands was purely a matter of coincidence. Song Qingming would not believe that if he got out, he would still have such good luck.

Come to think of it, although Ma Wuchen and Song Qingming did not know each other, they did have some connection. Years ago, in order to investigate the unexplained murder of his junior brother Hong Qijun, Ma Wuchen had once tracked him to the depths of the Floating Cloud Mountain Range, the place where Song Qingming had attempted to go into seclusion to form his Jin Dan.

Having just scanned the items inside, a small wooden plaque that had already cracked open immediately caught Song Qingming's attention.

Song Qingming, having already tried a few times and seeing that he seemed unable to get out for the time being, simply sat down in the stone pavilion.

When all was said and done, his own cultivation strength was too low. It was fine to muddle through the lower floors, but entering a place like the ninth floor, without Huo Feng and the others by his side, Song Qingming would find it difficult to handle even a random late-stage Jin Dan expert he encountered, let alone wanting to compete for spiritual objects in their hands.

Song Qingming did not know how long he had been inside here. Apart from the stone pavilion before his eyes, he could see nothing in this space, and no matter which direction he flew, it wouldn't be long before he returned here again.

After pondering for a moment, Ma Wuchen still had no clue at all. He could only shake his head and turn into a black light, leaving the spot.

At the same time, Ma Wuchen, who was outside the "Heaven-Reaching Pavilion," looked at the wooden plaque in his hand that had already turned the color of charred coal. With a look of anger, he sighed and threw it directly to the side.

According to the information previously obtained from Huo Feng and Long Feng, before the Heaven-Reaching Tower closed, anyone still alive would be forcibly expelled by the restrictions inside. Although the environment inside looked a bit special, logically speaking, it should be no exception.

Having experienced a life-and-death pursuit by Ma Wuchen and nearly losing his life, Song Qingming now did not have too many thoughts in his heart; he only prayed to be able to get out safely and return to the Song Guo.

"No matter what, as long as I've saved my life, that's enough. Although I can't get out for the time being, as long as I wait patiently inside here, when the Heaven-Reaching Tower closes, I should be able to go out directly."

It was just that at the time, seeing that Long Feng was no match for the opponent, Huo Feng had personally taken action to startle and drive the person away. Song Qingming had only heard from Long Feng afterward that a demonic cultivator had tracked them, and he had not directly come face-to-face with Ma Wuchen.

In Du Yucheng's storage bag, apart from two magic treasures that had already been damaged, the rest were cultivation techniques and elixirs common to demonic cultivators. These spiritual objects had all been tainted with demonic Qi, and for Song Qingming, they were basically useless; he could only burn them on the spot.

After some effort and careful selection, Song Qingming had only found less than two thousand spirit stones inside, and a look of disappointment could not help but appear on his face.

"I thought that as a Jin Dan cultivator, I was already living relatively frugally. I didn't expect someone to be even poorer than him!"

After dealing with Du Yucheng's storage bag, Song Qingming took out the small wooden box he had risked his life to snatch. It took him nearly half an hour to finally completely erase the restrictions on it.

For this wooden box that so many Jin Dan cultivators in the "Heaven-Reaching Pavilion" had fought hard to compete for, Song Qingming was still very expectant in his heart. With a happy face, he slowly opened the cover on the wooden box.

What came into view was a small, exquisite cyan jade bottle. Song Qingming picked up the jade bottle, carefully opened it to look, and discovered that what was inside was a bottle of grass-green liquid spiritual water.

Although he could feel the rich spiritual energy coming from the bottle and knew that what was inside was no common object, Song Qingming still could not find a name in his memory that matched the spiritual water in the bottle for a while.

After pondering for a good while, there was still nothing. Just as Song Qingming was putting the bottle stopper back on and preparing to put away the small jade bottle in his hand, a voice suddenly entered his ears out of thin air, scaring him so much that he immediately froze in place.

"Looking at you, how come you still seem unhappy? Could it be that this Green Spirit True Water cannot enter your eyes, little friend?"

The moment he heard this voice, the spiritual sense in Song Qingming's mind tightened instantly. He quickly searched the area around the stone pavilion, only to find that the surroundings were still empty, without the slightest change.

"Who is here? Could you come out and let me see you!"

After Song Qingming shouted this, feigning calmness on his face, his gaze carefully observed the surroundings of the stone pavilion, waiting for the response given by the other party.

A moment later, a white light lit up. Opposite the stone table in front of Song Qingming, a man in white suddenly appeared out of thin air, looking with a smile at the small green bottle he was holding tightly in his hand.

Seeing the man in white who had suddenly appeared before his eyes, Song Qingming felt a chill down his back, and a trace of cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead. For a moment, he couldn't even move his feet.

Being able to appear before his eyes so silently and suddenly meant that the cultivation of this man in white had at least reached the Nascent Soul realm.

Moreover, when Song Qingming's spiritual sense had just inadvertently covered him, it was as if a clay ox had entered the sea; he could not sense the aura and pressure on the other party at all. This also indirectly proved that this person's cultivation was even above that of early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators like Huo Feng and Li Mu.

The moment he saw the man in white, a look of helplessness immediately appeared on Song Qingming's face. Sure enough, there was still a Nascent Soul expert hidden inside here; he had still been thinking a bit too optimistically just now.

"Senior! I am a participant in the trial in the Heaven-Reaching Pavilion. I triggered a restriction and mistakenly entered this place in a muddle. I do not know where this place is, and I ask that Senior might provide some guidance."

With Song Qingming's current cultivation of the third layer of Jin Dan, facing such a powerful expert as this man in white, he didn't need to think about the issue of running away. He could only honestly step forward, bow, and first put on an attitude of respect.

"Hehe! Little friend, do not worry. The reason you have come here is not just because you used the Heaven-Reaching Token, but because I intentionally sent you here." Seeing the look of nervousness on Song Qingming's face, the man in white immediately smiled and explained.

"This... I truly did not know about this matter. I did not expect that it was you, Senior, who sent me here. I do not know how to address you, Senior, and why you summoned me into this place?"

Hearing this, the man in white waved his hand, then stepped forward and sat down by the stone table, slowly saying: "Little friend, do not be too anxious. Shall we sit down and talk slowly?"

Seeing the other party's unhurried appearance, Song Qingming did not dare to say much more. After nodding lightly, he sat directly opposite him.

Seeing the expression on Song Qingming's face relax slightly, the man in white then continued to explain:

"If you want to ask my name, this might make you a bit disappointed, little friend. I am not a cultivator as you imagine, so naturally, I cannot have any Daoist name or personal name. You can just address me as Xuan Tian directly here, little friend."

Hearing the man in white's answer, Song Qingming's brows furrowed, and a look of shock immediately appeared on his face. In the eyes with which he looked at the man in white, a trace of disbelief soon emerged.

"You guessed correctly, little friend. My true form is just a Spirit Treasure within this Heaven-Reaching Tower. I have already experienced countless years in this tower!"

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