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Chapter 209: Earth Element Treasure! Ruthless Flower-Picking!
"What is this?"
Inside the Secret Chamber, the arrangement wasn’t elaborate—just a few wooden shelves lined with weapons, medicinal herbs, books, jars, and various oddments. But none of these caught Lu Qing’s attention.
His gaze snapped instantly to the object at the chamber’s very center.
It was a sphere about the size of an egg, perfectly round, its surface shimmering with faint, swirling earth-yellow light. It stood alone—unplaced on any shelf, unlike the others. Instead, it rested upon a black iron stand with a slight depression in the middle.
The moment Lu Qing stepped inside, his instincts screamed: This is no ordinary object.
He focused intently on the glowing sphere.
For several heartbeats, nothing happened. No information appeared.
His heart leapt.
In his experience, the longer it took for an Ability to reveal an item’s details, the more valuable it was.
He remained still, eyes locked on the pearl.
After a dozen breaths, a faint purple glow finally emerged from its surface.
"Purple Light Item!"
Lu Qing’s pulse quickened. He immediately scanned the information that surfaced.
> Soil Spirit Pearl: A miraculous bead born from the primordial essence of Earth. Possesses countless wondrous and mysterious abilities.
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> Legend says only in the deepest reaches of the earth—where Earth energy is most concentrated—can such a pearl form.
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> Contains the essence of Earth Law, making it the finest natural Spirit Artifact core.
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> Weight: Equivalent to thousands of jin. Though small in size, its true weight is staggering.
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"Soil Spirit Pearl? It’s really a Soil Spirit Pearl!"
When Lu Qing read the description, his emotions surged far beyond mere excitement.
The Soil Spirit Pearl was well-documented in the Li Hua Zong Chuan Cheng. It was a rare, mystical bead formed from the primal force of Earth, capable of extraordinary powers.
Even in the age of cultivation, it was a treasure so precious that its appearance would ignite fierce fights among cultivators.
And now, here it was—hidden within the Zheng Family’s secret vault.
"So this is why the past tens of thousands of years of spiritual decline left so many treasures buried. If this were the cultivation era, how could the Zheng family possibly claim such a treasure?"
Lu Qing stared at the pearl, a quiet awe filling his heart.
Now he understood why the Zhengs had placed it on a special iron stand.
The Soil Spirit Pearl contained Earth Law within it—so dense in weight that even a sturdy wooden shelf couldn’t bear it.
He reached out, grasped the pearl.
It looked small and light… but in reality, it was crushing.
Even without unleashing his Qi, his cultivation level wasn’t enough to lift it.
He gritted his teeth, surged his inner energy, veins bulging slightly on his forearm—then finally, with a deep breath, he lifted the pearl from its stand.
"Damn… this tiny bead weighs at least a thousand jin!"
He weighed it in his palm, genuinely stunned.
Only someone with his superhuman physical constitution—far stronger than an average Wu Dao Zong Shi—could even attempt this.
For any ordinary martial artist, lifting it would be impossible.
After all, such a small object could only be held by fingertip strength. Most Nei Fu Jing cultivators lacked such precision and power in their fingers.
No wonder the Zhengs had left it openly displayed in the center of the chamber.
They likely didn’t know the true nature of the pearl.
But even more so, they probably understood that its sheer weight made theft nearly impossible.
Even if someone slipped past the guards, entered the chamber, and managed to grab it—getting it out? That was another story entirely.
Breaking into the Zheng residence as a lone thief was hard enough.
But dragging a thousand-jin burden through the shadows? That was suicide.
And the pearl’s weight meant no ordinary cloth bag could carry it. It had to be held in hand.
Even a Xian Tian Jing master wouldn’t dare attempt such a stealth escape—carrying a thousand-jin weight without alerting the guards.
"Thankfully, I have the Qiankun Yiqi Dai. Otherwise, bringing this back would’ve been a nightmare."
Lu Qing thought to himself. With a mental command, he strained slightly and slid the pearl into the Qiankun Yiqi Dai.
The pearl’s weight wasn’t just physical—it pressed heavily on the spirit soul, a suffocating pressure.
Had he not cultivated Shen Hun Fu Lu, he might not have even been able to store it.
Once the Soil Spirit Pearl was secured, Lu Qing finally turned his attention to the rest of the chamber.
But with such a rare Earth-element treasure already in his possession, the other items no longer held the same thrill.
Sure, there were a few Golden Light Items among them—but Lu Qing’s mind was already calm.
He didn’t examine each one closely. Instead, he simply collected everything, intending to sort through it later at his leisure.
With the chamber emptied of its treasures, Lu Qing shifted his gaze toward the middle-aged woman standing in the corner.
Her face was still pale, but her expression had settled into a fragile calm.
When she saw him look her way, her body trembled.
Her voice cracked, trembling:
"Do I… really have no chance of surviving?"
"Oh? Why would you think that?" Lu Qing blinked, surprised.
"When you conjured that long sword from thin air right before me… I knew." She spoke with bitter resignation.
He had pulled the blade from nowhere. Then vanished the entire collection of items as if they’d never existed.
Such power was beyond imagination.
Even as the Zheng family’s matriarch, she had never heard of any martial artist wielding such abilities.
Not even the Ancestor—a Xian Tian Jing master—had such divine skill.
But she also knew: every martial artist’s hidden technique was a secret weapon, kept from the world.
The fewer who knew, the better.
So why would Lu Qing display such power so openly—right in front of her?
There was only one reason.
He didn’t fear her revealing it.
Because the only person who could keep a secret… was a corpse.
"The Lady of the Wei Family," Lu Qing praised, "you’re a clever one."
But the implication in his tone was clear.
"Please… spare me!" she pleaded, face ashen. "I swear—on my life—I’ll never tell a soul what I’ve seen today!"
"The Lady of the Wei Family," Lu Qing said calmly, "if it were you… would you take the risk?"
"And besides… do you really believe you’re some innocent white lotus? How many maids and servants have you killed in this very mansion?"
Her eyes widened in shock.
Then, before she could react—
Lu Qing’s figure vanished.
In an instant, he stood directly before her.
A single finger touched her forehead.
A surge of force pierced through.
Her body jolted. Her eyes glazed over.
Then, she collapsed to the ground, lifeless.
(End of Chapter)
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