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Chapter 679: The Primordial Cauldron and the Octagonal Pavilion, Forcibly Suppressed
Chapter 679: The Primordial Cauldron and the Octagonal Pavilion, Forcibly Suppressed
The man with the crimson robe and black hair had a towering figure.
His sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes exuded a chilling aura.
Even though his skin tone was different, his familiar facial features still allowed Old Fisherman and Purple Empress to recognize him.
The Master of Penghu Island, Qingyang Demonic Lord!
However, the way he had instantly killed Gui Ling Tongzi with thunderous might, leaving the two of them in disbelief, was truly astonishing.
When did Qingyangzi, the master of forging, become so formidable?
Purple Empress hesitated, "Qingyangzi... Luo Hai?"
Luo Chen held the octagonal pavilion, calmly glancing at it before nodding slightly.
"Fellow Daoist Purple Empress, it's been many years, and your brilliance remains as ever!"
Upon confirmation, the purple-robed young woman's face turned pale with fright, and she quickly adjusted her composure, managing a forced smile, "This humble one pales in comparison to your brilliance, Fellow Daoist!"
It wasn't just a matter of surpassing the past; it was a complete transformation.
It was common knowledge that Gui Ling Tongzi, along with the other two, held one of the top three positions among the Eight-Star Demon Hunters in the Ten Thousand Immortals Assembly. In reality, he was one of the actual authorities in the Demon Hunting Bureau.
In terms of age, he was several decades older than the other two.
Their cultivation realms were not far apart.
In terms of combat abilities, he was even more well-rounded and unpredictable.
Under such circumstances, a tentative clash resulted in Luo Chen's overwhelming defeat.
Moreover, during that brief glance, Gui Ling Tongzi had activated his defensive treasure, yet he was still kicked and blasted away.
This clearly demonstrated Luo Chen's capabilities!
"Fellow Daoist Luo, your Body Tempering realm truly surpasses my imagination!"
Old Fisherman's voice slowly reached them, filled with deep apprehension.
Even though he had previously overestimated Luo Chen's Body Tempering prowess, it now seemed that he had still underestimated him.
Being able to instantly kill someone at the same cultivation level with a single kick was no longer the ability of a third-layer Body Tempering cultivator.
Perhaps...
Luo Chen calmly said, "Without the protection of a Nascent Soul True Man, I dare not venture into the perilous sea. Old Fisherman, you should know this, right?"
Old Fisherman's lips twitched, his gaze falling on the octagonal pavilion held in Luo Chen's hand.
"This object is something the three of us worked tirelessly to obtain. We specifically seized it when Yu Gao and the others were out collecting spirit herbs, taking advantage of their unpreparedness. To achieve this, we expended several methods. Now, you want to take it away with a mere word, isn't that a bit too much?"
"Is it too much?" Luo Chen asked in return.
Old Fisherman nodded, "It's too much!"
Luo Chen smiled lightly, "When you were killing and plundering treasures, did you ever think it was too much? Now, I'm merely following your example, and it's only fair."
Old Fisherman's face darkened, his wrinkled face filled with ominous clouds as if they were about to drip water.
The black-gold fishing rod in his hand began to tremble slightly.
The bells on the fishing rod also rang crisply.
Hearing the bell's ring, Luo Chen's eyebrows rose, and he coldly humphed, "Thinking of making a move?"
"We should at least see who's better..."
Before he could finish, Old Fisherman swung his fishing rod, and the withered silk line flew out, following an unknown trajectory.
In the air, a series of crisp sounds erupted, as if even the void was being sliced apart.
Snap!
In Old Fisherman's astonished gaze, Luo Chen slowly extended his hand and abruptly grasped the void.
He had caught the end of the silk line with his bare hand!
His palm twisted around the line a few times, and the silk line was wound back onto his palm.
"This..."
The situation unfolded suddenly.
Old Fisherman truly hadn't anticipated that someone would dare to catch his treasure with their bare hands.
Luo Chen's gaze fell on the withered silk line, "Every time I see you using this treasure, you always catch big game. This time, I wonder if you can reel me in as well?"
Under the cover of his Daoist robe, his muscles rippled with terrifying strength.
He intended to tear the silk line apart with sheer force!
Sensing the connected treasure's mournful wails, Old Fisherman grew anxious.
He slapped the black-gold fishing rod.
"Let go!"
A wave carrying a unique rhythm traveled along the fishing rod, reaching the silk line.
The terrifying cutting power reappeared, causing even Luo Chen's resilient palm to show traces of blood.
Luo Chen's eyebrows rose, fulfilling his wish.
The silk line flew back with a whoosh.
However, at the end of the line, a wisp of green flame burned anxiously.
Visible to the naked eye, the silk line gradually faded.
"Qingyangzi, you!"
Old Fisherman angrily shouted, biting his tongue and spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Pfft!
The blood from his tongue landed on the silk line, forcefully extinguishing the green flame and saving half of the special silk line.
Just at that moment.
A booming sound exploded.
In Old Fisherman's terrified gaze, Luo Chen had already reached in front of him, pushing with his elbow.
Boom!
A loud sound reverberated, and Old Fisherman's aged body flew backward like a torn cloth bag, landing several dozen feet away.
Luo Chen slowly retracted his right hand, gazing forward with a slightly furrowed brow.
A new moon slowly rose.
Its cool radiance enveloped the old man's entire body.
As expected!
His full-power strike was not something an ordinary Golden Core cultivator could withstand.
Even though Old Fisherman had quickly activated his defensive treasure, it was still forcefully shattered by Luo Chen.
What truly saved Old Fisherman's life was the bright moonlight.
"The Moon Scatterer's method?" Luo Chen muttered to himself.
No wonder Old Fisherman still dared to make a move after he had thunderously killed Gui Ling Tongzi. So, this is what you were relying on!"
"Cough, cough..."
Old Fisherman staggered to his feet, his iron-blue face turning crimson before he finally couldn't hold it in.
A mouthful of blood was spat onto the ground, finally bringing some relief.
He never expected that even with the protection of a True Man's methods, the terrifying force would still be so difficult to fully unleash, as if it were a lightning strike upon his frail body.
If it weren't for his previous attempts at Body Tempering, which had laid a foundation, he might have suffered severe internal injuries from that single palm strike.
Gazing at the man in red holding up the tall building, Dingsang coldly spoke, "Qingyang Demonic Lord, this Penglai Octagonal Pavilion is what the Moon Scatterer specifically requested. Are you not afraid of the consequences if you fail her?"
Luo Chen's brows furrowed in concern.
He truly hadn't expected this object to be what the Moon Scatterer demanded.
It was just a common act of killing and treasure-taking.
If others could do it, then Luo Chen could too.
But when it involved a True Man, one of the Three Scatterers of the Northern Sea, it became a different matter. Seeing Luo Chen's hesitation, Dingsang's heart slightly eased, and he abandoned certain ideas.
"Return the Penglai Octagonal Pavilion to me. As for killing Ghost Spirit Child, I won't hold it against you, nor will I inform the Moon Scatterer."
The Scatterer's imposing aura contrasted with Dingsang's aged body, making it appear more upright.
Luo Chen froze in his tracks.
Seeing this, Dingsang's heart finally settled.
He truly hadn't expected Luo Chen to be this formidable.
Initially, he thought Ghost Spirit Child's defeat was due to the sudden encounter, and his unpreparedness. But upon engaging in battle, he discovered the true extent of his opponent's restrained power.
Ghost Spirit Child couldn't withstand a single kick.
Dingsang, too, couldn't withstand a single punch!
Even his signature Treasure-grade method repeatedly failed.
The Sound Absorbing Bell, for reasons unknown, had no effect on Luo Chen, and the Heaven-Severing Line was instead suppressed by the Blue Flame.
Given this situation, even if he summoned his Lifebound Treasure, he might not be able to gain the upper hand against his opponent.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, the remnants in his mouth.
Then, in a hoarse voice, he slowly said, "You need not doubt me. The Moon's Protection on my body is the most direct proof. If you still don't believe me, you can ask the Purple Empress."
Luo Chen looked towards the purple-clad woman.
She slightly nodded, her red lips moving, "Indeed, after discovering the traces of Penglai Immortal Sect's members, the Moon Scatterer issued this order. She herself is within this Demon Annihilation Land, already closing in on Bright Heaven. Before leaving, she specifically requested us to obtain the Penglai Octagonal Pavilion for her. Luo... Demonic Lord, don't make a mistake!"
Under Luo Chen's formidable presence, the usual addresses, whether it was 'Friend Luo' or 'Qingyangzi', had disappeared.
Only the title 'Demonic Lord' remained.
This showed their fear of Luo Chen.
And now, it was up to Luo Chen to make his choice.
Facing the two pairs of anxious eyes, Luo Chen slowly raised his head, looking at the Octagonal Pavilion he held in his hand.
A Treasure-grade item!
A portable Spirit Herb Garden!
Within it, who knew how many rare spirit herbs were hidden.
Even if there was nothing, there would at least be a patch of iris.
When he came down earlier, he clearly saw the mess in the mountain valley, with even the soil mostly gone. Apparently, the disciples of Penglai Immortal Sect had uprooted the irises, leaving no trace behind.
The treasure in his hands, should he hand it over?
Thinking of the Moon Scatterer, a woman, Luo Chen hesitated.
Seeing Luo Chen's hesitation, Dingsang seized the opportunity, “You don’t have Penglai secret arts, nor do you possess True Man methods. This Treasure-grade item in your hands cannot block the influx of spiritual energy, nor can it freely change its size. Carrying something so eye-catching, you won’t be able to move freely within the secret realm. Why insist on keeping it?”
Luo Chen's eyes slightly lifted, “So you do have True Man methods?”
“Of course!” Dingsang immediately realized his mistake.
However, the anticipated attack did not come.
Luo Chen remained silent for a moment, eventually waving his hand.
“Let's go. Considering we've crossed paths, I don't wish to engage in further conflict.”
“But...”
“Scram!”
A furious roar, accompanied by surging spiritual power, echoed through the air.
Dingsang's face turned pale, and the wind blew his gray-white hair upwards.
He raised his finger.
Slap!
"Purple Empress!"
The Purple Empress grabbed his arm, shaking her head.
"Let's go!"
After weighing the pros and cons, Dingsang glared at Luo Chen with resentment.
In the end, no harsh words were spoken, and together with the Purple Empress, they rode on a beam of light, flying away at low altitude.
...
After they left.
Two beams of light descended into the mountain valley.
As the dust settled, the anxious voice of the Cloudsoaring Peak Master echoed.
"Since you've already taken action, you should eradicate the threat at its roots. Demonic Lord, why show mercy?"
Luo Chen shot him a cold glance.
"How I handle matters is none of your concern."
The Peak Master was left speechless.
The Great Year shook his head and smiled, "It's not that the Demonic Lord doesn't want to take action, but that Dingsang still possesses True Man methods. If it comes to a life-and-death battle, even if the Demonic Lord wins, it will be a bitter victory. Am I right, Demonic Lord?"
Luo Chen tugged at the corner of his mouth, not replying, apparently acknowledging the statement.
In the instant that Dingsang raised his hand, he clearly felt a heart-pounding sensation.
Since the Moon Scatterer could grant Dingsang protective methods, she could also bestow corresponding offensive skills.
With Luo Chen's capabilities, he might be able to resist her in her absence, but it would undoubtedly come at a great cost.
Thus, obtaining the Octagonal Pavilion might be possible, but it would clearly not be worth the price.
And for Dingsang and his group, even if Luo Chen was severely injured, it didn't matter. In a life-and-death battle, relying on external objects couldn't compare to Luo Chen's powerful abilities.
This was why Luo Chen had spared them, and it was also the reason for their safe departure.
Each had their own fears!
Mo Yun Cave Master's envious gaze fell upon the nine-zhang-tall ground, where the flying eaves and eight-cornered pavilion stood, his heart burning with desire.
This was truly a treasure!
It was the dream of every Artificer.
Even if one couldn't master it, understanding its principles might allow for replication.
Especially since there were resources within that could help them achieve Nascent Soul.
"So, how do you intend to collect this treasure?" Tai Sui smiled at Luo Chen, "Carrying this openly won't make the rest of the journey easy!"
A true artifact could absorb the stray natural spiritual energy from the heavens and earth.
In the hands of a Nascent Soul True Man, it could even manipulate the spiritual energy for their benefit.
The Nascent Soul Domain could control the spiritual energy in a specific area, suppressing enemies, but this was only a crude form of control.
To truly utilize it, one needed tools.
A Lifebound Artifact was different from a regular artifact; it had undergone tribulation and was such a tool.
But this tool was a double-edged sword.
For a Core Formation Cultivator, it was a matter of take it or leave it.
Only a Nascent Soul True Man could collect it effortlessly.
Apparently, at this moment, a thought rose in Tai Sui's mind.
Hidden within Qingyang Demon Lord was another person, a Nascent Soul existence.
If this person could lend a hand, he could glimpse the truth, making future actions easier.
Under the burning gaze of the plump cultivator, Luo Chen chuckled lightly.
"This matter is easy!"
Tai Sui was taken aback.
Then, Luo Chen patted his waist and released the Spirit Beast Bag.
Tianxuan and Black King suddenly appeared.
"Protect me!"
"Yes!"
Two voices echoed in unison.
Subsequently, the two demons revealed their true forms, leaving behind Tai Sui and Mo Yun.
With such caution, it seemed the upcoming commotion wouldn't be minor.
The two faced each other, gazing at the figure in the mountain valley.
Luo Chen opened his mouth and spat out a small gray cauldron, which flew out, growing in size with the wind, reaching a hundred zhang in an instant.
Like a small mountain, it completely covered the Penglai Eight-Cornered Pavilion.
Doubt flashed in Tai Sui's mind, "Is this his Lifebound Artifact? But he's a fire cultivator, so his Lifebound Artifact should also be fire-attributed. Even if it has some suppression power, it shouldn't be able to fully restrain this Penglai Eight-Cornered Pavilion..."
The next moment, something astonishing happened.
The gray cauldron emitted red light, isolating the inside from the outside.
The Penglai Eight-Cornered Pavilion tried to resist, but a dazzling array of colorful lights burst from it.
Just then, the gray cauldron glowed with other lights.
After the initial five colors, white, green, and blue lights shone.
In an instant, they broke through the suppression of the gray cauldron.
Mountain Valley.
Luo Chen watched this scene, his smile fading, replaced by a grim expression.
"Senior, there's a problem."
Han Zhan's voice sounded in his ear, carrying a relaxed smile.
"No worries, did you forget the additional materials used in the refinement of the Primordial Cauldron?"
Luo Chen was momentarily stunned.
Gradually, a smile appeared on his face.
Indeed!
How could he have forgotten this?
This Lifebound Artifact had cost him a great deal of effort to cultivate.
In terms of foundation, it wasn't inferior to the Penglai Eight-Cornered Pavilion.
But it had three additional attributes.
The Penglai Eight-Cornered Pavilion had them, and so did he!
Perhaps he couldn't activate it, but after years of cultivation and nourishment, with impurities almost completely eliminated, it was time to reveal its true brilliance.
With a thought, Golden Core power flowed into the Primordial Cauldron.
In an instant, silver electric arcs flashed, the power of a thousand-year thunder essence!
Then, a cold white light shone, the power of the Ice Marrow Cold Essence!
Suddenly, a gust of mysterious wind surged, the Qingping Mysterious Wind that had been infused into the cauldron during its creation.
At this point, the eight attributes were evenly matched!
Overall, the Penglai Eight-Cornered Pavilion was indeed a true artifact, and its might was greater.
But it was still a Sourceless Artifact, while the Primordial Cauldron had Luo Chen as its master, continuously supplying it with power.
Next, as long as they spent some more time, they could gradually erode its external spiritual energy, blocking the connection to the heavens and earth.
It wouldn't be long before this true artifact could be collected.
Outside the Mountain Valley.
Tai Sui watched this scene, his cold smile fading, replaced by a grim expression.
(End of Chapter)
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