am-books Chapter 615: The Subtle Wonders of Profound Patterns
Chapter 615: The Subtle Wonders of Profound Patterns
Chapter 615: The Subtle Wonders of Profound Patterns
Daoist Master Yuanwu! Li Xuanfeng's heart sank abruptly. Yet, he noticed that Tang Shedu's expression lacked the arrogance and brazenness he had expected. Instead, Tang Shedu appeared somewhat apprehensive, his head slightly lowered as if he didn't dare to meet anyone's gaze.
Similarly, Daoist Master Yuanwu did not make a move. His golden-patterned eyes remained fixed on something behind Li Xuanfeng, smoldering with restrained anger. The oppressive atmosphere felt heavy enough to drip water.
Sure enough, a gentle breeze swept past, and a figure clad in green robes stepped forward, stopping in front of Li Xuanfeng. The man crossed his arms over his chest, a faintly swaying pale gold jade seal at his waist. His tone was lighthearted as he spoke, "Senior Brother, it has been a long time."
This man was none other than Daoist Master Yuan Su, Ning Tiaoxiao. It was clear that Daoist Master Yuanwu had already learned of his disciple's death and had come seeking retribution as soon as Tang Shedu exited the grotto heaven. Equally prepared, Ning Tiaoxiao had anticipated Yuanwu's arrival and was already waiting here.
"Tiaoxiao, He killed my disciple," Daoist Master Yuanwu's cold gaze swept forward, yet it was blocked by the presence of Yuan Su.
Li Xuanfeng understood that he should not meet Yuanwu's gaze and followed Tang Shedu's lead, bowing his head low. Yuan Su, standing in front of him, simply smiled, "Senior Brother, you exaggerate! It is just one disciple. You have plenty more. It was merely a misunderstanding—our juniors fought over treasures, and in the heat of the moment, someone struck too hard... Surely, you would not have allowed Yu Muxian to reach the Purple Mansion Realm anyway. He did not have long to live, so what is the harm in compensating with some spirit artifacts to settle this matter?"@@@@
Yuanwu's face darkened further as he responded in a low tone, "He was no ordinary disciple!"
Yuan Su, appearing to know more than he let on, chuckled nonchalantly and casually remarked, "His talent was indeed remarkable."
"Ning Tiaoxiao! Yu Muxian carried many secrets, perhaps even some profound opportunities. By killing him, these people have ruined my plans!" Yuanwu's icy voice rose as the two spirit artifacts by his side began to spin rapidly.
However, Yuan Su stood his ground, meeting Yuanwu's gaze head-on and countering bluntly, "What secrets could he possibly have? Senior Brother, do not let yourself be deceived by tricks."
The atmosphere was tense, as if a drawn sword hung in the air. The sea churned with low rumbling sounds, splitting apart like receding tides. On one side, the water boiled into a pale blue froth, while on the other, it remained golden and calm, smooth as a mirror.
The divine abilities of the two Daoist Masters collided subtly in the air, growing increasingly fierce. On the nearby island, Lin Chensheng and Kan Ziyu's expressions turned pale. Without hesitation, they flew into the water to escape, not even taking time to tend to their injuries, desperately fleeing for their lives.
Just then, two more figures emerged from the great void. At the forefront was a Daoist Master wearing a dark-blue robe, his white hair flowing as he traversed the air with a calm demeanor.
The confrontation between the two Daoist Masters immediately paused as they turned to the newcomers. Daoist Master Yuanwu glanced at the lead figure and spoke in a low voice, "Xiao Chuting?"
Thinking of its name, her lips trembled, and she let out a quiet sob.
The small bottle was no wider than two fingers, simple yet elegant, adorned with dark silver profound patterns. Li Qinghong hesitated for a moment before injecting her true essence into it.
The inscriptions on the bottle lit up one by one, visibly shimmering with silver radiance. To her amazement, the patterns shifted and transformed, changing from cloud-like designs into jagged thunderbolts, as though fractured with cracks.
The bottle, having lost its previous owner, was quickly refined by her. Its surface glowed as streaks of black lightning surged forth.
"What?" she exclaimed.
The moment the lightning appeared, Li Qinghong instinctively suppressed it. She glanced worriedly toward the stone cave where Li Xuanfeng meditated, then distanced herself to study the artifact further.
The dark purple inscriptions and the bottle's silver base emitted a dense black cloud, which rose into the sky and spread out, forming a thundercloud. Lightning crackled from within, striking the ground violently.
"Not bad... At least it could hinder a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator," she thought, analyzing its potential. Turning the bottle upside down, she let it float mid-air.
Boom!
Thunder roared. The bottle unleashed a torrent of purple lightning bolts, spiraling out with tremendous force. They struck the mountainside, leaving charred marks in their wake.
"This is much stronger! Nearly equivalent to a full-strength strike from an early-stage Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator!" she surmised.
Having seen her elder brother use this artifact many times, she quickly grasped its essence. "This artifact is far more intricate than it appears. Perhaps its effects vary depending on the cultivator's immortal foundation... Truly an ancient artifact! Fascinating!" she concluded.
Her spiritual sense swept over the bottom of the bottle, revealing a series of small characters etched into its base, "Li Qianyuan of the Wei State's Li Clan."
Li Qinghong silently put the artifact away. Suddenly, the formation at the entrance of the stone cave dissolved, and Li Xuanfeng emerged. His black gold armor gleamed under the light, and his complexion looked much better than before. He glanced at the bottle hanging from her belt and asked softly, "How is it?"