"It's my doing. What about it?" Xu Yang said.
"Ancestor, how did you do it?" Ling Qingshu asked, puzzled.
Xu Yang smiled lightly: "My things naturally obey my command."
As soon as his words finished, Xu Yang, along with the other Golden Core stage cultivators, entered the
Ling Qingshu nodded in a way that suggested some understanding, though she wasn't entirely sure, and followed Xu Yang.
The interior of the Absolute Ice Mountain was not large—a round hall with a diameter of no more than twenty meters. With dozens of people inside, it felt extremely crowded.
At the center of the hall, there was a high platform. The platform was concave, forming a small pool with fluctuating water, occasionally splashing blue waves.
A crystalline blue crystal ball floated on the surface of the water. Its surface was adorned with intricate patterns, and green light crystals seemed to drift over it.
A purple sword stood upright within the crystal ball. Occasionally, a soul-shattering thunderous sound would echo as it passed through the sword!
This was the Fang Tian Sword, the centerpiece of the formation!
The crystal shell surrounding the Fang Tian Sword was an Ice Crystal Ball!
The Ice Crystal Ball was a container used to preserve the spirit sword. The sword could remain preserved within it for millennia without any changes.
"It's a pity," Zhao Long said. "The Ice Crystal Ball can only be used once. Otherwise, the value of these Ice Crystal Balls would be immeasurable."
Zhao Long walked up to the Ice Crystal Ball and, with trembling hands, touched it, his voice filled with excitement.
The Fang Tian Sword, the treasure of an ancient sect.
After ten thousand years, the Fang Tian Sword had not weakened in the slightest and remained just as it was in the past.
All eyes were focused on the Fang Tian Sword—there was longing, envy, and scheming, all kinds of emotions.
"Thank you all for your great help," Zhao Long said, bowing. "We will honor our promise—after taking the Fang Tian Sword, we will leave."
Standing beside him were nine late-stage Golden Core cultivators, forming a protective circle around him. Their overwhelming aura was enough to deter anyone who might try to make a move.
Some people who had initially considered making a move immediately abandoned the idea.
Seeing their reaction, Zhao Long turned around and smiled, speaking.
"Ten thousand years ago, the Tianfeng Sect stood proudly here, dominating the world."
"The lowest-ranked disciple of the Tianfeng Sect was at the Cave Heaven realm."
"As this is the relic site of the Tianfeng Sect, treasures are inevitable. As long as you search carefully and have enough luck, you will surely find spirit treasures here!"
Other Golden Core cultivators, having heard Zhao Long's words, felt a little less regretful about not obtaining the Fang Tian Sword.
Indeed, this was the site of an ancient sect, and there must be many other valuable items.
Even if they couldn't get the Fang Tian Sword, any other opportunity could easily change their fate.
"Alright, we will leave now," Zhao Long said, shattering the Ice Crystal Ball and taking out the Fang Tian Sword.
He cupped his fists and prepared to leave.
Suddenly, a faint voice sounded, and the Fang Tian Sword flew out of Zhao Long's hand. It traced a graceful arc before landing in Xu Yang's hands.
"My things, do you think you can take them?" Xu Yang said lightly, rubbing the Fang Tian Sword in his hands.
Since the sword had been stored inside the Ice Crystal Ball, it still looked as if it had just been placed there.
The sword disappeared from his hand, and Zhao Long was furious!
"Damn it, it's you again! You, a mere Qi Refining cultivator, want to steal my treasure!?"
Zhao Long was completely enraged, his body radiating murderous intent.
If the previous encounters were mere provocations, he could tolerate them.
But this time, Xu Yang had crossed a line!
The Fang Tian Sword was his target—he could not afford to lose it!
If he couldn't get the Fang Tian Sword, he wouldn't even need to go back.
So, even if an old Nascent Soul cultivator came to snatch it, he wouldn't hesitate to fight to the death!
Not to mention, it's just a mere Qi Refining cultivator trying to take it.
"Give me the item, or you die!" Zhao Long said coldly, his murderous intent overwhelming.
Xu Yang scoffed, finding it amusing.
"When did the Fang Tian Sword become yours? It has always been mine, alright!"
Zhao Long thought Xu Yang must have gone mad, otherwise, he wouldn't have said such things.
A Qi Refining trash, actually having the guts to steal his treasure—he was seeking his own death.
"Go die!" Zhao Long, unable to tolerate it anymore, drew his sword and lunged at Xu Yang.
Purple spiritual energy gathered at the tip of his sword, and with a thunderous roar, he struck.
The surrounding air hummed, and those near the edges of the area were knocked back, blood flowing from their noses and mouths.
They weren't Zhao Long's target, they were merely bearing the aftermath of the attack.
One could imagine the kind of pressure Xu Yang was enduring.
Fang Yan was horrified. The speed of that sword was so fast, he couldn't even react in time.
He averted his gaze, unable to watch Xu Yang get splattered with blood on the spot.
"What did you just say?" Xu Yang raised his head, a mocking smile on his lips.
Boom!
Xu Yang threw a punch, a simple strike, yet it looked light as a feather.
But this punch caused Zhao Long's body to freeze, unable to move an inch.
Zhao Long suddenly felt powerless, as if trying to stop a cart with his bare hands.
"Sigh, I didn't want to kill you," Xu Yang sighed.
The next second, Xu Yang's fist erupted with the force of a massive mountain, smashing straight into Zhao Long's sword.
Zhao Long's sword shattered into dust under the impact of Xu Yang's fist, scattering into the air.
Zhao Long's protective spiritual aura was mercilessly shattered, and with a muffled sound, the fist landed squarely on Zhao Long's body.
In the next moment, Zhao Long was gone.
Only the lingering smell of blood filled the air.
Everyone saw that the air seemed to have turned slightly red.
Xu Yang's punch had directly vaporized Zhao Long.
"Zhao Long is dead?"
Everyone went deathly silent!
They couldn't believe what they had just witnessed.
"Glup…" Someone swallowed, breaking the silence.
Everyone stiffly turned their heads, staring at the calm Xu Yang.
What did they just see? A Qi Refining cultivator, with a single move, killed Zhao Long, who was in the late stage of Golden Core and close to Nascent Soul?
If this got out, the entire cultivation world would likely go crazy.
Countless eyes focused on Xu Yang, trying to figure out his true cultivation level.
No Nascent Soul, no Golden Core, no Foundation Establishment… this was a pure Qi Refining cultivator.
And then, their worldview collapsed.
Fang Yan stared at Xu Yang in shock. After a long while, he finally spoke, "So you're this strong, huh? You really scared me."
"By the way, this whole situation feels oddly familiar," Fang Yan started rummaging through his mind. After a moment, he suddenly slapped his forehead and said, "I remember now! You're the ancestor from Tianlan Sect, right?"
Hearing this, the onlookers started to recall it as well—a female Golden Core cultivator and a male Qi Refining cultivator sweeping through Qi Prefecture.
This combination fit exactly with the person in front of them.
"What cultivation level are you at? You're so strong! A late-stage Golden Core cultivator didn't last half a round against you…"
At this point, Fang Yan was speechless. Just a moment ago, he had been thinking about how to protect Xu Yang's life.