"Let's go!" Master Daoist Yuanmu said after his expression changed several times, "Leave the hall, leave the underground palace!"
Master Daoist Yuanmu saw Mo Tiange, Qin Xi, and Jing Xingzhi looking at him in surprise and then at the Vermilion Bird Bow with no intention of leaving, so he said in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoists, the changes in the devil aura and the demonic creature might be because Guifang Devil Monarch obtained a treasure.
This treasure might not be as precious as the Vermilion Bird Bow, but for a devil cultivator, it's definitely more valuable than the Vermilion Bird Bow!
If his strength really soars with this thing, then … "
"Seniors, you don't want the Vermilion Bird Bow anymore?"
They probably knew more about Primordial Devil Steles in this sacrificial temple than Master Daoist Yuanmu did. Once he said that, Mo Tiange immediately understood the speculation of these two Late Nascent Soul cultivators.
After such a thing happened in the underground palace, they naturally wanted to leave as soon as possible, but giving up the Vermilion Bird Bow wasn't something Master Daoist Yuanmu would do.
If they missed this kind of spiritual magic weapon, they wouldn't have another chance. Now, this opportunity was right in front of them.
Master Daoist Yuanmu's eyes flashed, but he didn't answer directly. Instead, he said, "The changes in the underground palace aren't safe for the three of you. Since we have the same goal now, how about we write off what happened before?"
"…"
Just a moment ago, they fought fiercely, but in just a quarter of an hour, they made up and wrote it off. This change was too fast.
However, things in the world were like this. Between gain and loss, the difference between friend and foe was only a matter of interest.
But it was unusual for Master Daoist Yuanmu to avoid answering about the Vermilion Bird Bow.
Mo Tiange rolled her eyes. When she saw Master Daoist Yuanmu's gaze falling on Ling Yunhe, she asked directly, "Senior, do you want us to agree to let Fellow Daoist Ling take the Vermilion Bird Bow before we leave?"
Master Daoist Yuanmu paused for a moment then answered in a deep voice, "Yes!
If we want to save our lives, we must leave as soon as possible, but we must take the Vermilion Bird Bow with us! "
"Heh!"
Jing Xingzhi raised his mocking smile again. "Fellow Daoist, what good will it do us if we let you take the Vermilion Bird Bow?
You've obtained the spiritual magic weapon and achieved your goal, but what about us? "
"You —" Daoist Master Yuan Mu frowned. He suddenly took something from his hand and threw it out.
Qin Xi took it and took a look. It was an Interspatial Ring.
Daoist Master Yuan Mu said indifferently, "We found this interspatial ring on the remains of an ancient Deity Transformation cultivator.
I won't lie to you. We've taken most of the things inside, but there are still some crystal jades and materials left.
In the current World of Cultivators, this Interspatial Ring alone is something that can only be found by luck. Together with the things inside, it is worth more than all the possessions of the three of you!
How about I compensate you with this item? "
Qin Xi probed it with his divine sense and saw that there were hundreds of Crystal Jades, tens of thousands of high grade spirit stones, and some strange materials inside.
The magic treasures and some commonly used precious items were gone. They should have been taken away by them.
He threw the Cosmos Ring back to Mo Tiange then went to check on Jing Xingzhi.
Jing Xingzhi hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly at him.
His words were sarcastic, but it wasn't because he didn't understand the situation. The three of them weren't strong enough, so it was impossible for them to seize the Vermilion Bird Bow. It was already a very good result to be able to split some ancient cultivator treasures from the two late Nascent Soul cultivators.
Mo Tiange held the Cosmos Ring and shifted her gaze to Daoist Master Yuan Mu and Iron Face.
If the three of them were ordinary cultivators, not to mention this Cosmos Ring, the hundreds of crystal jades inside would indeed be worth all the possessions of the three of them. Daoist Master Yuan Mu could be considered generous.
Although this couldn't compare to the Vermilion Bird Bow, the three of them were already at a disadvantage, so it was impossible for them to get more things out of it.
The number of demonic creatures passing through the main hall gradually decreased, and the devil aura also became thinner and thinner. Daoist Master Yuan Mu was a bit anxious. "Fellow Daoists, quickly decide! We don't have much time!"
"Senior Yuan Mu." Mo Tiange pondered for a moment then asked, "How can you guarantee that once we leave the underground palace, you won't turn hostile?"
"…" Daoist Master Yuan Mu didn't answer immediately. Instead, he turned to look at the Vermilion Bird Bow.
Even after more than a hundred thousand years, the golden bow was still shining with dazzling light. It was surrounded by raging flames, and the Vermilion Bird's breath was warm and full of power. Even just by looking at it, the invisible spiritual aura pressure made people unable to look at it directly.
Nowadays, cultivators in the cultivation world habitually referred to powerful magic weapons or materials as spiritual treasures. In fact, according to the Middle Ages' saying, only Psychic Magic Weapons could be called spiritual treasures.
After the changes in the world, the method of refining Psychic Magic Weapons had long been lost. Even if it had been passed down to this day, it couldn't be refined anymore. Because those materials were all amazing natural treasures that could no longer be found in today's cultivation world.
Even in the Middle Ages, not every high-level cultivator could own a Psychic Magic Weapon. Only some big sects had a few Psychic Magic Weapons.
Now, there was a Psychic Magic Weapon in front of him. Furthermore, it was the sect-guarding treasure of a big ancient sect; how could he let it go?
"… That being the case, I swear on my Inner Demon that I won't take the initiative to attack the three Fellow Daoists inside the Immortal Palace. If I violate this oath, I'll be trapped by my Inner Demon, suffer from qi deviation, and lose all my cultivation.
What do you think? "
Mo Tiange and Qin Xi glanced at each other in astonishment. Even Jing Xingzhi was dumbfounded.
For a cultivator in the Late Nascent Soul stage, suffering from qi deviation and losing all his cultivation could be considered a very serious oath. Moreover, it was an Inner Demon Oath.
Master Daoist Yuanmu seemed very sincere to be able to make such an oath.
"Since Fellow Daoist has made such an oath, we have nothing to doubt," Qin Xi said when he saw that Mo Tiange and Jing Xingzhi didn't have any intention of objecting.
Master Daoist Yuanmu was overjoyed. He looked at Ling Yunhe, who was restrained by Jing Xingzhi. "There's no time to lose. Fellow Daoist Jing …"
Jing Xingzhi wasn't a sloppy person. He sighed softly and withdrew the sword aura enveloping Ling Yunhe's body.
Although he simply let go of Ling Yunhe, he still looked at the Vermilion Bird Bow with reluctance. Such a Psychic Magic Weapon was right in front of him, but he had to watch helplessly as it was taken away by someone else. This kind of feeling was really unpleasant.
But what could he do?
He hadn't advanced to the Nascent Soul realm for long, so he wasn't a match for Ling Yunhe at all.
This world was like this. With strength, you could seize even more treasures, and with treasures, your strength would be even stronger.
"Yunhe, go!"
Under Master Daoist Yuanmu's ardent gaze, Ling Yunhe took a deep breath then slowly walked towards the altar table.
The Vermilion Bird Bow. Before the holy object was born, he never knew that the cultivation technique he practiced since he was a child was for the sake of this Psychic Magic Weapon.
When he was little, he already felt strange.
He was only from a branch family, and he didn't have single or mutated spiritual roots. The Nascent Soul great ancestor of Ling Clan obviously had his own direct descendant — his eldest brother, who was injured in the Sea of Returning Ruins and couldn't participate in the Sect Head Selection — but he only favored him.
His cultivation technique was personally passed on by his grandfather, and he often received pointers in the process of cultivation.
This made his other brothers very jealous.
They always said the reason why he was so far ahead of his peers was because of his grandfather's personal pointers. Otherwise, how could he compare to those geniuses with single or mutated spiritual roots by relying solely on his double spiritual roots?
For this reason, he cultivated assiduously and never slacked off because he wanted to prove that he was worthy of everything.
But in reality?
If a double spiritual root with balanced fire and water practiced the Ice and Fire Technique, it wouldn't be inferior to a single or mutated spiritual root. And the Ice and Fire Technique that his grandfather passed on to him was one of the top cultivation techniques of this ancient sect.
Excellent aptitude, top-notch cultivation technique, good comprehension, and his unremitting hard work, all of these made him a genius.
It was precisely because he was neither arrogant nor rash, and diligent that his grandfather was even more satisfied with him. Even the Head Grand Supreme Elder praised him very much.
He even thought that he had finally used his actions to prove his worth.
However, decades ago, when the Heavenly Demon Tower appeared, he only knew that there was such a reason why he received so much attention.
The Vermilion Bird Bow. It turned out that for the past hundred thousand years, he was chosen by every generation of Jiuyan Clan to take the Vermilion Bird Bow.
He couldn't deny that when he learned the truth, he was a little disappointed.
It turned out that no matter how hard he worked, as long as he practiced the Ice and Fire Technique, he would receive this kind of attention.
But after thinking about it, he felt relieved.
Even if that was the case, so what?
In the hundred thousand years of Jiuyan Clan's existence, countless ancestors were chosen to cultivate the Ice and Fire Technique. Most of them cultivated to the Nascent Soul stage, but even when they died, they couldn't wait for the opening of the Sea of Returning Ruins and couldn't see the Vermilion Bird Bow. In comparison, what did he have to feel aggrieved?
From another perspective, the opportunity passed down by the Ancestral Master and the greatest secret of Jiuyan Clan were all tied to him. How great of an honor was this?
As the sect leader of Jiuyan Clan and an elite disciple nurtured by the sect since young, he had already received enough. What did it matter if he did something for the sect?
Moreover, this Vermilion Bird Bow would ultimately be controlled by him. What else did he have to be dissatisfied with?
It was a psychic magic treasure. For the past hundred thousand years, the ancestors of the past generations had never seen a psychic magic treasure. It was a psychic magic treasure that no longer existed in the entire human world. In the end, it fell into his hands. To a cultivator, this was an almost impossible dream.
"Chi — —" His hand touched the Vermilion Bird Bow. The flames on it leaped twice, emitting a soft sound as if it was resisting, but the resistance wasn't intense.
At that moment, a faint icy mist rose from his arm and enveloped his body.
The icy mist and the flames collided and swallowed each other, eventually suppressing the resistance.
Seeing this scene, Master Daoist Yuanmu looked happy, but Mo Tiange and the other two couldn't help but look disappointed.
Although they'd already given up on the Vermilion Bird Bow rationally, they still felt unwilling when they saw Ling Yunhe actually pick it up.
But what could they do?
They weren't as strong as him, and they couldn't pick up the Vermilion Bird Bow.
It was said that spiritual treasures had their own spirituality and could choose their own masters. They had no fate with it and could only sigh helplessly.
Ling Yunhe smiled. Just as he was about to pick up the Vermilion Bird Bow, a powerful force suddenly gushed out of the bow and poured into his body!
"Ah …" He cried out in alarm. The pain was unbearable!
This force was too overbearing. It poured into his palm, passed through his meridians, and rushed into his dantian, almost tearing him apart!
"Yunhe!" Master Daoist Yuanmu's expression changed greatly and he rushed forward.