novelE2F Chapter 153 Inheritance Order
Chapter 153 Inheritance Order
“Boom boom hoo ~”
Flames churned incessantly around them, and vapor instantly rose from Ye Xin'er, whose cultivation was the lowest.
The alchemic furnace, Ji Ruoxi, beside her was also drenched in fragrant sweat, her face etched with distress.
Ao Yuan casually released two streams of dragon energy, shielding them from the endless heat.
Ying Shang remained hidden within a three-meter radius of Ao Yuan, concealed in the void, not showing herself.
The Great Saint Mystic Realm was said to have restrictions, but to a dominant race like the Dragon Clan, they were nonexistent; entering was as easy as one wished.
Not to mention this small Saint Realm, even the complete laws of the lower realm were something the Dragon Clan's predecessors had researched spirit treasures to circumvent.
Ordinary Great Emperor forces' cultivators descending to the lower realm were inevitably affected by the laws of heaven and earth, but the Dragon Clan could completely avoid them, allowing a Great Saint to fully display their strength in the lower realm.
This was the foundation of a top-tier hegemonic force.
“Young Master, can we leave here first?” Ye Xin'er asked in a light, delicate voice.
Ji Ruoxi turned her face away, still economical with words, unwilling to speak to Ao Yuan.
Although she had cultivated with Ao Yuan six hundred and sixty-six times, Ji Ruoxi was still unwilling to lower her head.
Even with a slave seal planted by Ao Yuan, she was unwilling to proactively submit to him.
Ao Yuan nodded and slowly said, “Let's go!”
The magma river was a place where Ao Yuan saw no treasures worthy of his attention; lingering was pointless.
Knowing where Ye Xiu would be going in the future, Ao Yuan moved quickly, bringing along the two burdens…
On the other side, on a green grassland, some cultivators were randomly teleported, some in groups of three or five, others solitary.
Ye Xiu was also teleported to this place.
“Green Grassland, the southernmost part of the mystic realm?” Ye Xiu murmured to himself.
Two years ago, Ye Xiu obtained a token by chance, and through deciphering its restrictions, he learned of the existence of this Great Saint Mystic Realm.
Coincidentally, this mystic realm was built by an ancestor of the Ye family, and because he possessed the Ye family bloodline, Ye Xiu didn't trigger the self-destruction restriction of the inheritance token when he forcibly deciphered it.
It was a pity that this token was left by the Ye family ancestor for someone with affinity, and it didn't contain any offensive means.
Otherwise, he would have gone to the Yunshan Sect long ago to seek justice for the Ye family.
But having no means of attack didn't matter; through the inheritance token, Ye Xiu already knew the mystic realm left by his ancestor like the back of his hand.
As long as he reached the central palace of the mystic realm, Ye Xiu was confident he could control the entire mystic realm and use the hidden traps to kill his enemies!
…
“My Buddha is merciful, this poor monk will now deliver this benefactor!” Buddha-son Sanzang clasped his hands together, chanting incantations, emitting intense Buddhist light.
Suddenly, a giant golden dragon burst forth from behind him, baring its fangs and claws as it charged towards the group of cultivators before him.
“Bald donkey, I won't let you go even as a ghost!” one cultivator shouted in horror, but it was too late to dodge.
The golden dragon instantly devoured them, followed by a dazzling flash of light, and dozens of cultivators perished, turning to ashes.
“Amitabha, why bother?” Great Master Sanzang looked at the tragic scene before him, shaking his head helplessly, and sighed: “Everyone says this item is destined for my Buddha, but they don't believe it. Now look, it's gone!”
…
“Fellow Daoist, please wait!” A familiar voice came, seemingly carrying a mysterious magic.
The Upper Realm cultivator, just about to step onto a quicksand trap, felt a surge of inexplicable chill in his heart, and his body involuntarily trembled.
Although somewhat hesitant, he decided to heed the voice and retract the foot that was five centimeters away.
“Celestial Master Zhang, why have you stopped me?” The young male cultivator respectfully saluted and asked, his eyes revealing a hint of doubt and vigilance.
“Fellow Daoist, I see that your forehead is darkened, indicating a threat to your life, that's why I stopped you!” Zhang Jiao explained with a kind face, his tone full of concern and worry.
The Upper Realm extra cultivator frowned slightly upon hearing this, muttering to himself: “What does this mean? Could I really be in danger?” He stared intently at Zhang Jiao, trying to find answers in the other's expression.
However, Zhang Jiao was a proud talent of the Holy Han Dynasty, and his control over micro-expressions was superb; the stopped cultivator couldn't discern anything.
“What does Celestial Master mean? Why do you say I am in mortal danger?” The Upper Realm extra cultivator asked suspiciously, his expression becoming serious.
Zhang Jiao didn't explain directly but silently took out a stone and, under the puzzled gaze of the extra cultivator, threw it forward.
The stone lightly passed over the extra cultivator, but at that moment, an astonishing scene occurred!
The stone, originally flying in the air, suddenly fell vertically, instantly swallowed by the quicksand.
"This…" The stopped extra cultivator broke out in a cold sweat, realizing that he had almost fallen into a deadly situation.
Ten Thousand Layers of Weak Sand, this magical sand possessed properties similar to the Three Thousand Weak Waters; even a Saint could not cross over it.
Once encountered, the only option was to detour.
“Thank you, Celestial Master! Thank you, Celestial Master!” The stopped cultivator hurriedly bowed gratefully, rejoicing in his heart that he had received timely assistance.
Zhang Jiao gently waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to be polite, then extended three fingers and said with a smile: "A small matter, just three grade-five spiritual herbs will suffice."
The rescued cultivator's face immediately turned gloomy, but in the end, he reluctantly took out three precious grade-five spiritual herbs from his storage ring and respectfully handed them to Zhang Jiao.
…
Similar events unfolded everywhere in the mystic realm; many cultivators only sought wealth, but many more chose to eradicate the roots of the problem.
Five days later…
A furious roar suddenly echoed in the sky: “Ye Xiu, you dog thief, hand over the inheritance token!”
The voice was like a thunderclap, causing the surrounding air to tremble slightly.
Immediately afterward, several more angry shouts rang out: “Ye Xiu, die!”
“Celestial Maiden Scattering Flowers!”
“Spring Breeze Stab!”
…
Accompanied by these angry shouts, a series of fierce attacks swept toward Ye Xiu like a storm.
Ye Xiu's face, originally full of black lines, instantly darkened even further, and the black lines on his face became more obvious, as if about to drip ink.
“Damn it, who is it! Which old six who cultivates the art of deduction framed me for really having the inheritance token!” Ye Xiu cursed inwardly.
The inheritance token was obtained by him once when he killed an evil cultivator; no one else knew about it except him. Yet, only five days after entering the mystic realm, everyone in the entire mystic realm knew that he possessed the inheritance token.
“I better not find you, or else…”
“Heavenly Outer Heaven Spear!”
“Nine Heavens Flying Sword!”
“Please, Baby, Charge!”
…
Only to see a series of attacks, as dense as raindrops, launched from the pursuers behind him, each strike containing powerful force, carrying a fierce momentum, whistling as they came!
Faced with this sudden attack, Ye Xiu's expression remained unchanged, his hands quickly dancing, displaying several spells, easily defusing those attacks.
Ye Xiu didn't stop but instead accelerated, continuing to flee into the distance.
Just then, a deafening roar sounded: “Great Power Heavenly Dragon!”
With this angry roar, a huge golden dragon suddenly pounced from the right, its body immense, its dragon scales shimmering with dazzling light, its dragon eyes revealing majesty and dominance.
The golden dragon rushed towards Ye Xiu at an alarming speed, as if to swallow him in one gulp.
Ye Xiu inwardly cried out that things were bad; he hurriedly stopped and fully deployed his defenses, forcibly withstanding Great Master Sanzang's Great Power Heavenly Dragon.
The powerful impact shook Ye Xiu back several steps, his clothes tattered, but he was unharmed.
“Bald donkey, you've pissed me off!” Ye Xiu roared.
Ye Xiu stomped his feet, instantly appearing in front of Great Master Sanzang.
King Eight Fist!
“Benefactor should know, the Buddhist sect also has Wrathful Vajra!”
“Bang—!”
Fist against fist, Sanzang retreated five steps, while Ye Xiu remained motionless.
“Desolate Ancient Sacred Body!” A hint of surprise flashed in Sanzang's eyes.
“Bald donkey, if you want to fight, then fight; why so much nonsense!” Ye Xiu looked calmly at the big bald head in front of him who recognized the goods.
“Good, good, good…” Great Master Sanzang said “good” three times, “I didn’t expect there to be a Desolate Ancient Sacred Body that has cultivated to such a degree; it seems this poor monk came here for the right reason.”
“Ye Xiu, as long as you defeat me, I will give up on the inheritance token and no longer pursue you.”
Ye Xiu nodded, agreeing, “Okay!”
“One Zhang Golden Body, open!” Great Master Sanzang roared.
“Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, open!” Ye Xiu instantly felt his blood boiling.
“This poor monk is Sanzang, burying heaven, burying earth, burying all beings!” Great Master Sanzang made a gesture of invitation.
“This Emperor…” Ye Xiu suddenly realized something was wrong and hurriedly changed his words, “I am Ye Xiu, Xiu of all things cease!”
“This…” The pursuers looked at each other.
“Should we still fight?”
“Let’s watch first; that bald head said he doesn’t want the inheritance token, but we didn’t say we don’t want it.”
“Okay, when those two are both wounded, we’ll do a ‘fisherman reaps the benefits’!”
“Who gets the inheritance token then?” A wise cultivator raised a question.
“This…”
The cultivators fell into contemplation…
The next second,
“Celestial Maiden Scattering Flowers!”
“Nine Heavens Embracing the Moon!”
“Thousand Year Kill!”
“Monkey Stealing Peaches!”
“Invincible Golden Body!”
…
Under the influence of the IQ-reducing halo, the pursuers miraculously started a chaotic battle…
PS: Okay, the author couldn't find a suitable job, lazed around for a week, and is back again.
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