Chapter 18

That figure was extremely similar to Shen Qingli.

But Shen Qingli is already crippled!

How could one possibly earn the favor of such a high-level inheritance?

But even though he had already decided in his heart, Pei Jianshu couldn't help calling out, "Shen Qingli?"

The figure in the purple mist remained utterly still, as if it hadn't heard Pei Jianshu's words and wasn't affected in the slightest.

"She's Shen Qingli!?" Zhou Chuanfeng exclaimed in disbelief, "You can actually recognize her?"

"No." Pei Jianshu denied, "If it really were her, when I called her, she wouldn't remain unmoved."

Zhou Chuanfeng and his siblings, as well as Zhao Jianming, all agreed wholeheartedly; Shen Qingli's feelings for Pei Jianshu had never been concealed, obvious to anyone who looked.

This is also why Zhou Chuanqi, although he had the intention to marry, ultimately did not act on it; given his pride, he did not want to marry a woman who loved another.

"Zhao Jianming, let's join forces." Zhou Chuanqi said slowly, "Even if you use a sword formation to forcibly raise your combat power to Profound Sect level, you are obviously still no match for the Primordial Guard Array."

Zhao Jianming's face was grim, and he said nothing.

But his attack just now had already proven Zhou Chuanqi's words were not false.

Li Yidao's cultivation was merely that of a Grand Profound Master; the reason he could withstand Zhao Jianming's sword was because his position lay within the Primordial Guard Array! In the sword wind just now, the Primordial Array's might was clearly entwined.

"Even if we join forces, we cannot break this guard array." Pei Jianshu said with a complex tone, "Look at the array patterns on the ground."

Only then did several people notice that beneath Li Yidao's feet lay a nine-line array pattern, and their faces instantly fell.

As everyone knows, the array formed by the nine-line markings can only be broken by a deity!

This is sufficient to show that the inheritance before us is absolutely of divine-level existence!

Over the past thousand years, aside from the Fire Phoenix Immortal inheritance that appeared three years ago, this is the second time a divine-level inheritance has appeared.

Moreover, this inheritance's guardian is obviously superior to the previous Fire Phoenix Immortal, indicating that the master of this inheritance has achieved even greater feats than the legendary Fire Phoenix Immortal!

"Zhao Jianming, this is probably not the sword of your Myriad Sword Sect's Founding Ancestor." Pei Jianshu, having studied ancient texts, concluded, "The Primordial Purple Sword at most carries a single strand of Primordial Purple vital energy, whereas the inheritance before us obviously possesses more than one strand of purple vital energy."

It must be that after the patriarch ascended, he sought out more purple vital energy and established this inheritance in Xuanshan. Zhao Jianming declared, "No matter what, this inheritance can only be that of my Wan Jian Sect—mine!"

He had resolved to stand guard here, giving up on seeking other opportunities.

Everyone present knew that obtaining the inheritance didn't mean it was secured.

As long as they haven't left Xuanshan, there's still a chance to seize it.

Regarding this, Zhao Jianming was determined to obtain it, saying, "I advise you all not to be ungrateful—with my Wan Jian Sect here, you have no chance."

"Are you planning to lock up all your sect's disciples here?" Zhou Chuanfeng demanded coldly, "Don't they need to seek their own opportunities? You're being far too selfish!"

"For the Wan Jian Sect, it's only right!" Zhao Jianming said, then sat down cross-legged without another word, regulating his breath and calming his mind, waiting only for the moment to seize heaven and earth in one fell swoop.

Pei Jianshu again looked toward the three inside the protective formation, and the figure at the formation's heart.

"Hey, what are you planning?" Zhou Chuanfeng asked.

Pei Jianshu glanced at her, "Of course I'm leaving."

Zhou Chuanfeng stared in disbelief, "You're just giving up like that?"

Pei Jianshu didn't answer, but his act of turning and flashing away made his answer obvious.

"Your Highness, did he really leave?" Zhou Chuanfeng still couldn't quite believe it.

Zhou Chuanqi said, "The inheritance won't finish that fast; at least ten days or half a month are required—he simply doesn't want to waste time here."

"You mean he intends to return after ten days or half a month?" Zhou Chuanfeng glanced again at the meditating Zhao Jianming, "Then what is he up to?"

"Just in case." Zhou Chuanqi pondered for a moment, "Stay here; if anything changes, warn me."

"Alright." Zhou Chuanfeng agreed.

Zhao Jianming immediately opened his eyes, "You've mastered the Great Zhou royal clan's secret art of long-distance voice transmission?"

"How's that, scared now?" Zhou Chuanfeng's confident appearance confirmed Zhao Jianming's suspicion.

However, this only made Zhao Jianming a bit more cautious; it was clearly impossible to scare him.

"Senior Sister, are they treating us like nothing?" Zhan Yuefeng was speechless.

Liu Meng, however, was indifferent, "Ignore them and concentrate on your cultivation."

Although they were not the inheritors, within this protective formation the three of them could still absorb faint primordial purple qi.

This, too, was an opportunity for them.

As for the figure hidden in the purple mist at the formation's center—visible only as a silhouette—Liu Meng and her companions actually didn't know who it was; they had no habit of stealing others' inheritances, originally planning to leave, but the formation had drawn them in, forcing them to remain.

"Hmm?"

"Zhao Jianming!"

Zhou Chuanfeng exclaimed in shock, pointing dumbfoundedly at the formation's center.

Zhao Jianming, eyes just opened, also sprang to his feet, "Where is the person?"

"I don't know! That figure just vanished into thin air right before my eyes."

Zhou Chuanfeng was truly startled; she hadn't sensed even a hint of mystical power fluctuation.

After all, Shen Qingli hadn't actually "left"; she had merely entered the Demon Doctor's realm.

But she herself was also quite surprised, for the Demon Doctor's space had changed dramatically.

Apart from being different from her first entry, when she previously came here to cultivate, it had been nothing but a blank white expanse, with nothing else.

Shen Qingli had always believed that after she absorbed the primordial purple qi, the blank white was the true face of the Demon Doctor's space; now—

Inside, a small patch of green had appeared! On it grew a strangely shaped little sapling, its fragile branches bearing a bright red fruit.

At the same time, a line of text surfaced again in her mind.

It turned out that this tree was actually the legendary Fusang tree said to bear the scorching sun, and its fruit was the Fusang fruit.

It looks like a small sun, but in fact it has no attribute restrictions; it is a near-miraculous holy fruit capable of healing wounds and even raising the dead.

However, it is not yet mature; one must wait for it to go through the five stages of red, green, gold, white, and black, emitting five-colored light, before it can be harvested.

"Leaves can still be used in medicine." Shen Qingli rubbed the lush leaves, and even though she was steadfast, she couldn't help feeling delighted. According to the ancient texts she had read, Fusang leaves can serve as the primary ingredient for any elixir, a panacea in the world of medicinal materials.

"I never expected this legendary divine tree to actually exist, and I even possess it." Shen Qingli murmured wistfully, "It seems that after surviving a great calamity, blessings surely follow."

With this little Fusang tree, plus the Demonic Medicine inheritance she previously obtained, and her current cultivation level, the elixirs she can refine are no inferior to those of Master Xu of the Biyu Sect's Pill Peak; she can also refine fifth-grade elixirs!

And fifth-grade elixirs, on the Xuanti Continent, are already high-end elixirs that are hard to come by, for any alchemist capable of refining fifth-grade elixirs must at least be a Xuanzong-level expert and also a five-element cultivator, with exceptionally outstanding spiritual talent.

Someone like Zhao Yue, a single-water-element expert, could never become an alchemist in a lifetime; thus alchemists are rarer and more esteemed than ordinary cultivators.

Shen Qingli herself never imagined that one day she could become a rare alchemist, and moreover a top-tier alchemist who carries supreme medicinal ingredients.

"If the Heaven Star Sect doesn't take me, being a self-sufficient loose cultivator would also be quite free." Shen Qingli relaxedly stretched, and a faint purple radiance emanated from her whole body.

At the same time, a small purple-gold sword was hopping up and down anxiously at the spot where Shen Qingli had 'disappeared', as if it were about to cry.