cracks in the rocks. Unable to see anything clearly, he tried to activate the spiritual energy within his dantian. Although it was much weaker than during his prime, it could still be used. Lu Xia Ti...Back at the inn, Lu Xia Tian's mood was far from light. Although he publicly exposed Qian Dali and made him cautious, someone like Qian Dali wouldn't let this slide. He just didn't know what means the other party would use.
Thinking back to when he returned to the inn, Lu XiaTian felt depressed. Along the way, cultivators had all given him a wide berth, some with reverence, some with scorn, and others as if they were avoiding a plague god.
After calming his mind, Lu Xia Tian took out the storage bags of the old man with the hooked nose and his companions. He naturally opened the old man with the hooked nose's storage bag first. This person was the most troublesome; if it were a disciple with a magic weapon and no top-grade spirit armor to protect him, he would be killed by this man. That set of sword formations was domineeringly unmatched. If the other party had a magic weapon, he probably wouldn't have returned this time.
"Splitting Divine Arts!" The elder with the hooked nose commanded the sword formation, his divine sense far surpassing that of cultivators of the same rank. He picked up the jade slip in his hand, and Lu Xia Tian's divine sense entered it. Suddenly, he saw these several ancient characters. Next was the secret art of cultivating divine sense, as well as the method for refining the Splitting Divine Blade.
"The Split Divine Blade, it can actually cleave a person's soul in half!" Lu Xia Tian was astounded. For a single person to have their soul struck like this, they wouldn't die but would be severely injured. Furthermore, the kind of pain inflicted upon the soul is something no ordinary person could withstand. To actually cultivate using such a technique... The creator of this secret art must either be a genius or a madman."
Having taken a look at the other objects inside the old man with the hooked nose's storage pouch, besides a large pile of spirit stones, there were several items used for refining the Spirit-Splitting Blade.
There are also some miscellaneous manuals and scriptures. They cover various types of spiritual roots, and there are also several different kinds of spirit artifacts. It seems they were looted from other cultivators.
Inside, there was a book, which turned out to be the Small Four Elephants Sword Manual. Lu Xiao opened it and flipped through it, letting out a sigh. It turned out that the eagle-nosed old man used the sword formations from this manual. According to the manual's introduction, a cultivator of Qi couldn't cultivate it successfully.
It should be a fortunate coincidence that he obtained the secret mystical art and successfully cultivated it, leading to a significant advancement in his divine consciousness. This is the only explanation that makes sense. Although the Xiaosi Xiang Sword Formation boasts formidable power, the pressing time constraint renders it useless for him to enter the Blood-Colored Forbidden Zone. As for whether he will cultivate after reaching the Foundation Establishment period, it depends on the circumstances.
In addition, there was also a copy of the Mixed Element Sutra from the middle stage of foundation building and a tattered map.
He quickly discovered that the material used for this map was exactly the same as the leather-like spirit paper of the Hun Yuan Jing Shu.
The storage bag of the middle-aged man in green and the short, stout man contained nothing particularly noteworthy, aside from spirit stones and some herbs that could be traded for spirit stones.
"Eh!" Lu Xia Tian opened the old woman's storage pouch, to his surprise. Besides three black scales of unknown origin, there were also three azure-colored poison needles. According to the description in the cultivation manual, these three shadow needles were as light as cow hairs and specialized in breaking through protective spiritual shields, being incredibly domineering. In the Xiu Xiu realm, strength was always the deciding factor. This old woman, called "Second Sister" by the hooked-nose old man, ranked second. Although her cultivation level was slightly lower, relying on these sinister poison needles, her strength was only second to the old man.
"Fortunately, this old woman's cultivation was only slightly lower. Otherwise, I would have been in real trouble this time." Lu Xiaotian felt a chill in his heart. If it weren't for the unique effect of Bing Po Xuan Yin's divine sense attack, if this old woman had attacked him together with the old man, he would have definitely been overpowered by two against one.
“This little piece of map looks so much like the one from Old Man Eagle Hook, doesn't it”
Lu Xia Tian was puzzled, so he took out the map he had before and compared it. He found that the two maps could be pieced together. However, even after piecing them together, the map was still not complete.
Lu Xia Tian couldn't figure out the purpose of the map for a while, but since it was collected by both of them at the same time, it wasn't accidental. It must be some kind of terrain map.
After tidying things up, Lu Xia Tian directly sent the spirit stones into the barrier. Apart from a few shadow needles and some useless spiritual artifacts, he put everything else into a storage bag, intending to deal with it later.
“As for the Mysteries of Splitting , when I've gathered enough spirits, I can give it a try.” After realizing how troublesome Eagle Hook Elder was, Lu Xia Tian started to value divine sense more.
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After packing his things, Lu Xia Tian took out some pills and slightly recuperated his injuries. Actually, his injuries weren't serious; most of the attacks from the old man's sword formation were blocked by his ice silkworm armor. After taking the pills and resting for a while, he would be fully healed.
The next day, Lu Xiaoteng went to Zhou's forge to retrieve his flying sword. At this time, the flying sword was shining with golden light and extremely sharp. He tried to control it with his divine sense, and it could be large or small, which was quite satisfactory.
"Lu Senior Brother, how is it going" the blacksmith with the iron hammer who was sharpening the sword asked with a smile.
“Not bad, very satisfied.” Lu Xia Tian settled the remaining spirit stones and turned to leave.
"Lu Senior Brother, wait a moment." The burly man saw Lu Xia Tian was about to leave and hurriedly called out.
"Is there anything else" Lu Xia Tian asked.
“Brother Lu is going to the Blood Forbidden Zone, isn't he You offended Qian Dali a couple of days ago, and his son, Qian Xu, will also be going this time. That person is extremely powerful, so be careful. Also, I heard Luo Qin has recovered from his injuries and should be going too.” The iron-wrought man said in a low voice.
"Why are you telling me this" Lu Xia Tian was a little surprised. Ever since he publicly confronted Qian Dali, Peng Dayu, who often came to visit, had disappeared completely. The others were even more afraid to approach him. He hadn't expected this stranger, the hammer-wielding man, to warn him. This came as a surprise to him.
"That Qian Xu, he and I have a bit of history. He's very petty and vindictive. While Qian Dali is an elder who established his foundation before us, I know exactly what kind of person he is. I’ve long disliked both him and his son. Many others share my discontent with the Qian family, but none have the guts and courage of Brother Lu to openly challenge Qian Dali like this." The Iron Hammer man chuckled with admiration, saying it with a face full of respect.
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“I was also pushed into a corner, a rabbit goes frantic and bites when cornered, let alone a human.” Lu Xiaoteng smiled helplessly, just about to say a few words, when a sound transmission talisman broke through the air from afar.
Lu Xia Tian received the sound transmission, a majestic voice rang out, "Disciples who registered to enter the Blood Forbidden Land from Qinglian Peak, go immediately to under Qinglian Peak, departure in one hour."
“This is the decree of the Qinglian Peak’s Wuzhangfeng. I won't waste Senior Brother Lu's time. Senior Brother Lu, go quickly; it wouldn't be good to miss the hour.” The iron hammer man said.
Lu Xiaotian nodded in thanks. This time, he learned his lesson and booked the Linghe in advance. It only took a stick of incense time before he arrived at Qinglian Peak. Under the towering giant peak, more than ten disciples were already waiting here quietly. Peng Dayu saw Lu Xiaotian's eyes looking a little timid, but he secretly beckoned to Lu Xiaotian with his mouth. Following Peng Dayu's hint, Lu Xiaotian looked over and saw a thin, black-clad boy who looked somewhat like Qian Dali. He was now staring at Lu Xiaotian coldly. Lu Xiaotian nodded inwardly. Before, he thought Peng Dayu was a fence sitter, but it seemed he had misunderstood him.
In this situation, you can still subtly remind him that compared to some fellow disciples who are trying to bring him down, he's already fortunate.
As for Qian Dali and the hostile glares from the two cultivators beside him, Lu Xia Tian didn't mind. He wasn't even afraid of his own father, so why would he worry about these small fry Lu Xia Tian sat down by himself and took some time to meditate before things got started. year since the auction at Lianyun Mountain Villa. Apart from his regular cultivation and learning about formation techniques from Elder Chen, Lu Xiaoteng spent the rest of his time refining pills. 。T...