fynovel Chapter 441: Deriving an Immortal Artifact!
Chapter 441: Deriving an Immortal Artifact!
On the scene, besides Kang Zongdan, there were four other cultivators from Mirage Palace. At this moment, they were all wearing rather inconspicuous coarse cloth robes.
Hua Yu, a late-stage Martial Spring Realm cultivator, was the highest-ranked among these Mirage Palace disciples.
When Hua Yu pierced through the young man in plain white daoist robes with a single palm strike, they all thought the situation was settled.
But what happened next was something none of them could have ever imagined.
What kind of monster was this person?
Even if Hua Yu lost, these Mirage Palace disciples could have accepted it—but—
That young man hadn’t even used true qi.
And then there was his inexplicable technique.
A false body?
It looked no different from the real body, with flesh and blood, yet it couldn’t be killed.And the magical artifacts on him, as well as his movement speed too fast to see clearly...
“Your turn.”
These four words echoed in the minds of the Mirage Palace disciples.
Run!
Someone immediately reacted and dashed toward the courtyard wall of Kang Mansion, easily climbing over it in a couple of moves and jumping outside.
The other Mirage Palace disciples didn’t stay idle either, scattering in different directions and fleeing in all directions.
With Supervisor Hua dead, what could they, a few Qi Circulation Realm disciples, do?
The only one still standing there was Kang Zongdan.
He looked at Chen Yan, who stood calmly and casually with a relaxed expression. Trembling, he bowed awkwardly toward Chen Yan in a salute.
“Fel...”
Just as he was about to say “Fellow Daoist,” Kang Zongdan immediately stopped and changed his address to the young man:
“Immortal Master Chen.”
Chen Yan ignored him.
Right now, Chen Yan’s spiritual sense could cover the entire Jiangdu Prefecture. He could even easily use his spiritual sense to mobilize all the heaven and earth spiritual energy above Jiangdu Prefecture.
The movements of those four Mirage Palace disciples were entirely under his control.
And then—
“Ahem.”
He let out a soft cough.
An invisible, colossal force surged forth instantly, moving the four Mirage Palace disciples back into the courtyard of Kang Mansion in the blink of an eye.
The four Mirage Palace disciples remained in their fleeing postures, but when they noticed the change in their surroundings, they froze in place.
What kind of heaven-defying skill was this? It was utterly unheard of!
As if giving up on resistance, the several Mirage Palace disciples fell to their knees one after another:
“Senior, Senior, spare our lives!”
Mirage Palace, one of the Five Great Sects on Chenping Continent.
Even their outer sect disciples were arrogant and proud when out in the world.
But in a life-and-death crisis with no hope in sight, they still could only kneel and beg for mercy like this.
Chen Yan made no gesture. He simply slowly clasped his hands behind his back.
Then, with a slight movement of his spiritual sense.
A flash of clear light passed by, and four heads fell to the ground.
Not even a drop of blood flowed.
He was only in the Unity Realm. If he were in the Divine Ability Realm, he could have easily erased those Qi Circulation Realm cultivators with just a thought.
After dealing with those Qi Circulation Realm cultivators, it was about time.
Chen Yan turned his gaze to Kang Zongdan, who stood nearby.
This patriarch of the Kang Family, who had struggled through the secular dynasty his entire life, now had legs trembling uncontrollably and a face as pale as death.
“Fellow Daoist, show mercy!”
A voice rang out from the sky. In the next instant, a man appeared before Chen Yan, wearing deep green daoist robes and looking about thirty years old.
“I am Jing Bai of the Martial Pacification Court, Mirage Palace. May I ask for your esteemed name, Fellow Daoist?”
The man in his thirties bowed in Chen Yan’s direction and spoke.
“Chen Yan.”
Looking at this Unity Realm great power from Mirage Palace who had finally appeared before him, Chen Yan stopped putting on airs and returned the bow.
“So you are Fellow Daoist Chen.”
Jing Bai said:
“There has been a great misunderstanding in today’s matter. I hope Fellow Daoist Chen can forgive us!”
“What is there for me to forgive?”
Chen Yan chuckled lightly and shook his head:
“The problem is, my young brother was beaten so badly. What should be done about that?”
Upon hearing this, Jing Bai was silent for a moment, then said:
“Since you, Fellow Daoist, have already killed these disciples of our sect, then...”
“You think the lives of a few bugs can make up for the injuries on my young brother?”
Chen Yan said slowly.
“...”
The Grand Elder Jing was at a loss for words.
From the way the other party was acting, he clearly just wanted to extort something.
He hadn’t wanted to show his face originally, or it might attract some unwanted attention.
Everything should have been handled by those below—transferring Kang Zongdan from Jiangdu Prefecture to a small, inconspicuous sect ten thousand miles away on Moxu Mountain. It should have been done without anyone knowing.
But to ensure absolute safety, he wanted to silence the rogue cultivator in the city who knew the truth, and yet, things went wrong.
Damn it, who could have imagined that this godforsaken place actually had a Unity Realm great power hiding here?
And since you were already a Unity Realm cultivator, why didn’t you act early or late, but waited until the “young brother” you kept talking about was beaten half to death before stepping in?
You were unmoved while he was being beaten, and only started to care about your own flesh and blood after it was over.
What is this if not a shakedown?
But daring to extort Mirage Palace?
So what if you’re an Upper Three Realms cultivator? Who gave you the guts?
Originally intending to settle the matter quietly, Jing Bai began to persuade:
“No one wanted this misunderstanding to happen. I hope Fellow Daoist can give me some face, give Mirage Palace some face...”
The implication was that he was using Mirage Palace’s reputation to pressure him.
“Heh.”
Chen Yan let out a light laugh.
In an instant, the heaven and earth shifted, winds and clouds churning.
The boundless spiritual energy swirled and condensed.
Under the mystical derivation of the Great Derivation Art, the gathered spiritual energy coalesced into a tangible, clear radiance, flowing like a hundred rivers returning to the sea toward Chen Yan’s palm.
As the clear light swirled, an ancient, heavy bronze bell slowly materialized into form, its body engraved with obscure dao patterns.
Then, this bronze bell, over three zhang tall, crashed directly onto the ground, landing between Chen Yan and Jing Bai.
A low, resonant hum rang out.
The man in deep green daoist robes, Jing Bai, narrowed his eyes. This Grand Elder of Mirage Palace had never seen such a scene.
Creation from nothing!
And what was created was...
An immortal artifact!
The obscure dao patterns on the bronze bell chanted lowly with the hum.
As the dao patterns chanted, the supreme aura they emanated was the lingering resonance of the immortal path!
Mirage Palace possessed two immortal artifacts: the Abyssal Tower and the Thousand Clouds Blade. As a Grand Elder of Mirage Palace, Jing Bai had naturally paid homage to them.
He could not be mistaken.
The supreme aura emanating from that bronze bell was the lingering resonance of the immortal path!
Creation from nothing, and what was created was an immortal artifact?
Who exactly was this young man in plain white daoist robes standing across from him?