Chapter 91

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At the moment those words echoed.

A graceful woman approached from afar, floating through the air and gently landing on the ground. Her long white hair cascaded over her shoulders, and the star-like eyes behind her veil were as deep as ice, showing no emotion as they swept over Liu Zhide and Zhao Bojun.

She was dressed in a very simple and unadorned manner, yet she appeared ethereal and otherworldly, devoid of any worldly aura.

Her jade hand extended.

The Lóngyān Sword, suspended in the air, emitted a soft hum, "buzz~~~," as if it were a living creature, gliding into her palm.

"Wang Lóngyān!"

Liu Zhide and Zhao Bojun's pupils constricted, and they both involuntarily took a few steps back, their eyes filled with shock and fear. The terrifying memories of Wang Lóngyān that had lingered in their minds for so many years were as fresh as ever.

It was her!

A single sword that could make a city bow, as if in a dream, noble like a fairy descended from the heavens.

It was her!

In an unfavorable situation of one against three, she had ruthlessly slain their powerful ally whom they relied on.

Fifty years had passed, and apart from her hair turning white, she had not changed much. Her eyes were even deeper, her demeanor more reserved, and she was even more mysterious and unpredictable.

The clansmen and household guards of the Liu and Zhao families were also tense and fearful, slowly retreating. Despite their fear, many still looked at Wang Lóngyān with curious eyes.

This name was equally shrouded in mystery within their two clans. She had single-handedly supported the Wang family to this day, and even the old patriarchs feared her greatly.

In contrast to the low morale of the Liu and Zhao families,

The Wang family members were extremely excited and agitated. With the old ancestor Lóngyān out, would the Liu and Zhao families still dare to be arrogant?

Only Wang Shouzhe remained calm and composed throughout, as if everything was already under control.

However, Liu Zhide and Zhao Bojun, who had lived for over a hundred years, quickly recovered from their shock and fear.

Zhao Bojun took a deep breath, his eyes gradually becoming serious: "Wang Lóngyān, aren't you afraid that forcing the use of mystic energy for battle will cause your injuries to backfire and end your life?"

That's right.

Everyone in Ping'an Town knew that the old ancestor Lóngyān of the Wang family had been suffering from severe injuries for a long time, barely managing to hold on. Recently, rumors had spread that the old ancestor Lóngyān was on the verge of death.

Could it be that she was just barely holding on now?

The clansmen and household guards of the Liu and Zhao families couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and their morale, which had fallen to the bottom, gradually recovered. They all focused their attention on their two old patriarchs.

Feeling the hopeful gazes of his clansmen, Liu Zhide knew he couldn't show weakness at this moment.

Immediately, he straightened his body, hands behind his back, exuding a calm and composed demeanor: "Wang Lóngyān, I admit you are remarkable. But your long-standing injuries, aside from whether they have weakened you, over the past fifty years, we have been diligently cultivating, and our strength is far from what it was back then..."

"Let's see."

The old ancestor Lóngyān didn't waste words, flying forward and raising her jade hand. The Lóngyān Sword, with a soft hum, shot toward Liu Zhide.

This sword, though seemingly ordinary, the moment it was drawn, the surrounding air temperature seemed to drop by several degrees, and moisture condensed into beautiful ice crystals, rapidly gathering around the Lóngyān Sword, forming a storm of ice and frost several yards wide, enveloping Liu Zhide.

Liu Zhide's pupils constricted, and he exclaimed, "The Mystic Ice Sword Technique." He then retreated in fear.

The Mystic Ice Sword Technique, a high-grade sword technique, is a sword art of the Ice Wave lineage of the Purple Mansion Academy, which must be used in conjunction with the Mystic Ice Cultivation Technique.

It is said that when cultivated to its peak, a single sword can cause ice and frost to envelop a hundred yards, and all life within will be extinguished.

However, Liu Zhide's retreat was too late. The ice and frost storm had already frozen him, making his movements much slower than usual. The fatal Lóngyān Sword, ethereal and elusive, was already piercing toward his heart.

The sword had not yet arrived, but the Mystic Ice Sword Qi had already reached him.

Liu Zhide felt a slight pain in his chest and quickly flipped his palm, revealing a dark golden bowl.

The Spirit Tool, the Purple Gold Bowl!

Liu Zhide held the bowl with one hand and fiercely channeled his mystic energy.

"Buzz!~~"

The Purple Gold Bowl emitted a high-frequency vibration, like the deep sound of a morning bell, and it floated up, emitting a golden light. The golden light condensed and formed a semi-circular shield in an instant.

The entire event, though complex, happened in a split second.

The Lóngyān Sword, enveloped in the ice and frost storm, collided head-on with the golden light shield of the Purple Gold Bowl.

"Clang!"

A loud impact echoed, ice crystals flew everywhere, and the golden light shield rippled like waves, but it remained steadfast like a solitary peak in a storm, standing firm.

Only Liu Zhide, who was mentally connected to the Purple Gold Bowl, felt a part of the impact, his face turning slightly pale.

But at least, he survived!

"Hmm, the Purple Gold Bowl of the Banya Temple?"

The first sword did not achieve its full effect.

The old ancestor Lóngyān let out a light "hmm" in surprise. But she quickly dismissed the thought and coldly said, "It turns out to be just a spirit tool-level replica. The real Purple Gold Bowl would never fall into your hands."

There are many types of spirit tools in this world. The old ancestor Lóngyān once owned two spirit tools: the Lóngyān Sword and the Turtle Scale Shield. Both were original spirit tools created by a master alchemist using the unique properties of the materials.

There are also many master alchemists who replicate famous and powerful magical treasures. Although their power and effects are far from those of the genuine magical treasures, they are more suitable for spirit platform realm cultivators to use.

This Purple Gold Bowl is clearly a replica.

"That's right." Liu Zhide held the Purple Gold Bowl with one hand, a proud look on his face. "This Purple Gold Bowl of mine is a defensive spirit tool. I wonder how it compares to your Turtle Scale Shield, Wang Lóngyān?"

He had reason to be proud. A single spirit tool can be worth tens of thousands of gold, and some ninth-rank minor families simply cannot afford it. Even some more powerful families can only manage to accumulate one spirit tool over a long period.

The old ancestor Lóngyān had two spirit tools, one of which, the "Lóngyān Sword," was created during the Wang family's most prosperous period.

At that time, the old ancestor Zouxuan was already a late-stage spirit platform realm cultivator, who had earned a lot of money and accumulated many precious resources during his expansion. He personally returned to Longzuo County City and commissioned a master alchemist to forge two spirit tools.

One, the "Zouxuan Sword," is now enshrined in the ancestral hall, the focal point of the Wang family's faith. The other, the "Lóngyān Sword," is the main combat spirit tool of the old ancestor Lóngyān.

The Turtle Scale Shield, on the other hand, was a gift from the old ancestor Lóngyān's master, Ice Wave, when she was taken as a core disciple. Even the Purple Mansion Academy, with its immense wealth, would not casually bestow spirit tools on disciples, indicating that Ice Wave had high hopes for the old ancestor Lóngyān, believing she had a good chance of advancing to the Celestial Realm.

During the Wang family's peak, only two spirit tools were forged. For a ninth-rank family like the Liu family, which was far inferior to the Wang family at that time, it was not easy to accumulate a single spirit tool.

When the Purple Gold Bowl appeared,

Even Zhao Bojun and Mang Laozu showed envious and jealous looks, as they did not have any spirit tools.

It is said that the Gongsun family does have a spirit tool, but it is a clan treasure and not something Mang Laozu can use at will.

At this moment, the head of the Liu family, Liu Shengye, was gloating to the head of the Zhao family, Zhao Jinxian: "Brother Jinxian, who says that the ability to make money is useless?"

It was clear that even if this Purple Gold Bowl was not accumulated by Liu Shengye alone, he had certainly made significant contributions to it.

Even Wang Shouzhe, from a distance, looked at him with renewed respect, acknowledging that Liu Shengye's ability to make money was indeed impressive.

"Hmph!" Zhao Jinxian coldly snorted, his attention turning to his son. Fortunately, after the old ancestor Lóngyān appeared, the ruthless young girl had reined in her actions and stopped tormenting Zhao Dingteng.

With Zhao Dingteng's strong physique, enduring some hardship and toughing it out would be manageable.

Just as the Liu family members and Liu Zhide were gloating,

The old ancestor Lóngyān calmly said, "How well it defends, we'll see when we test it."

Immediately, she moved forward again, thrusting her sword once more.

This sword was completely different from the first one.

The moment she struck, it was like a thunderclap, followed by a sudden downpour, with countless sword beams enveloping Liu Zhide as snow fell from the sky.

The old ancestor Lóngyān seemed to transform into a goddess enveloped in ice and snow, her sleeves fluttering, and countless ice crystals dancing around her.

Again?

Liu Zhide's smile vanished, and he hurriedly summoned the "Purple Gold Bowl" again, forming a golden light shield to defend.

"Clang, clang, clang..."

The sword beams, like a thousand layers of sudden rain, bombarded the golden light shield, causing ice crystals to fly and golden splashes to ripple.

Liu Zhide, holding the Purple Gold Bowl, could not withstand the continuous impact and was forced to retreat, barely able to defend, looking wretched and filled with fear, shouting, "Brother Bojun, why don't you help me?"

He knew that if he allowed Wang Lóngyān to continue, once his Purple Gold Bowl's defense was breached, what could he use to defend against the Lóngyān Sword?

Zhao Bojun was also terrified. Was Wang Lóngyān's injury really healed? If they couldn't join forces to suppress her now, the consequences would be endless.

Just as Zhao Bojun was about to move and join forces,

Mang Laozu stepped in front of him, blocking his path, and laughed heartily, "Brother Bojun, didn't you want to spar with me? Come, come, let's get closer and closer."

With that,

Mang Laozu's aura swelled, his body becoming massive, and he unleashed a straightforward punch, unstoppable and powerful, a display of absolute strength, as if one punch could break all laws.

"Gongsun Mang, you dare!"

Zhao Bojun roared in anger, but he was forced to engage in battle with Gongsun Mang.

Boom, boom, boom!

The energy exploded, and rocks flew everywhere.

The four old patriarchs, divided into two battlefields, engaged in fierce combat. The battle between Zhao Bojun and Mang Laozu seemed to be evenly matched.

On the other side, the old ancestor Lóngyān and Liu Zhide were in a one-sided crushing battle.

When spirit platform realm cultivators engage in full combat, the aftereffects are significant and extremely dangerous. Therefore, Wang Shouzhe urged everyone to stay far away, as the younger generation could not intervene in their battle.

The two major battles left Wang Shouzhe's heart racing, his eyes filled with admiration. Spirit platform realm cultivators were truly powerful,

It's no wonder that a family with a spirit platform realm old patriarch can continue to thrive. Without such protection, how could they resist the bullying of others?

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