Chapter 8

The tripod, which had grown to a size large enough to fit a person inside, floated in the air, slowly rotating and emitting countless beams of light in a myriad of colors, creating a dazzling and surreal scene, like countless threads of divine radiance weaving through the nearby jungle, exquisitely beautiful.

The air rippled like water, with fish and dragons dancing, the atmosphere peaceful. Then, the light gradually dissipated, returning to normal.

Even so, the ancient and simple aura emanating from the unassuming green tripod made Shen Lang feel the immense and incomparable power it contained, as if a universe of stars was in turmoil, with terrifying fluctuations vast and unfathomable...

The slowly rotating green tripod seemed to have a consciousness, turning the side with inscriptions toward Shen Lang and then stopping.

Shen Lang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, focused his gaze, and saw that the small tripod was inscribed with three golden characters: "Heaven-Sealing Tripod"!

"‘Heaven-Sealing’? What a domineering name."

Shen Lang circled the small tripod, looking around, but saw no sign of the black-clothed figure.

The people at Tayan Academy didn't know Shen Lang well, only that he was a young man who had given up after failing to cultivate. They didn't know that he had the memories of two lifetimes, making him quick-witted and different from ordinary people.

Especially after obtaining another set of memories in his dream, he had undergone many indescribable changes.

In times of crisis, when faced with overwhelming power, ordinary people would only feel fear or the urge to flee.

But he not only reacted swiftly but also analyzed everything that had happened in a flash.

Hongyu's grave was in a secluded spot at the foot of a cliff, rarely visited by people.

The sudden appearance of a powerful figure to ambush him was a very strange occurrence.

The "Lover's Arrow" was a fifth-grade mystic weapon that Hongyu had refined over several decades, not an ordinary weapon or spirit tool.

Especially since Hongyu was skilled in assassination, it was designed and used as a concealed weapon, capable of breaking through all defenses, with strange speed and unpredictable trajectory, able to lock onto its target, making it impossible for even a powerful figure to evade it easily.

But the black-clothed figure had dodged the Lover's Arrow with such ease.

So easily that it seemed to know Shen Lang would throw the Lover's Arrow and was familiar with its flight path!

Furthermore, this person was a supreme expert at least at the King Martial Mirror level, capable of flying in the air. For such a powerful figure to want to kill a novice like Shen Lang, would they really need to get close and use two fingers?

With a wave of their hand, they could make the Lover's Arrow disappear like a stone into the sea, and the aura of the blade vanish without a trace. A single wave of their hand could probably make Shen Lang vanish into ashes.

And most importantly, during the confrontation, Shen Lang had been staring into the other's eyes...

There was no killing intent in those cold eyes!

"Since there was no killing intent, and the appearance was so strange, and when I tested him with words, such a powerful figure's steps faltered... Sister Hongyu, you're still alive, and that's the happiest thing I've heard today!" Shen Lang muttered to the dark forest, not caring if anyone was listening.

Soon, he tore his clothes, and the small tripod mark on his right chest was gone.

"All this time, they told me the small tripod on my chest was a birthmark, but I never imagined it was such a heaven-defying treasure."

Shen Lang calmly surveyed the Heaven-Sealing Tripod. With the memories of the War Emperor, he couldn't determine the level of this treasure!

Ordinary weapons, spirit tools, mystic weapons... none of them matched this treasure. Could it be something beyond a divine weapon?

This was getting a bit too much...

Shen Lang smiled bitterly. Having such a powerful item, and yet, in the place of the Murong family, where powerful figures were abundant, no one had noticed the abnormality of the mark on his chest for six years, from birth to the start of his escape.

And now, it was Hongyu who came to remind him of the existence of the small tripod.

Shen Lang watched the Heaven-Sealing Tripod, trying to penetrate it with his divine sense to establish a connection, while simultaneously analyzing Hongyu's intentions.

"Bang!"

It seemed someone had tapped the Heaven-Sealing Tripod. Shen Lang, drenched in sweat, felt a dizziness, but then his eyes lit up with joy.

"Finally connected, though not fully controlled, at least I can control it a bit. Damn, I don't have to carry this huge tripod home, do I?" Shen Lang's mood improved greatly after learning Hongyu was still alive. He smiled and pointed at the Heaven-Sealing Tripod...

A thread of light entered the Heaven-Sealing Tripod, which spun and rapidly shrank, flying back to him.

The light flickered, and the Heaven-Sealing Tripod disappeared, and the small tripod mark reappeared on Shen Lang's right chest.

"Sister Hongyu, I don't know why you don't want to show yourself, but that doesn't matter anymore. Knowing you're still with me is enough. When I become strong enough, I'll find you."

Shen Lang said aloud, then left without delay, humming a tune. His state of mind had changed greatly. Knowing Hongyu was still alive, a knot in his heart seemed to have been untied, and he felt incredibly free and happy.

When his figure disappeared into the distant forest, a black-clothed figure slowly emerged from behind a tree at the back of the grave, staring into the distance, then removed the black cloth from her face. It was none other than Hongyu, who had been chasing the fortune-telling old man.

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By the time Shen Lang returned to the Tayan Academy dormitory, it was already late at night.

The room, shared by three people, was empty. It seemed Lin Feng and Su Hen had gone to Tianfeng City with the spirit-gathering tokens.

Although he had received an invaluable memory inheritance, the Heavenly Pulse Sacred Body could not be changed. Even in the memories, he couldn't find a cultivation method suitable for the Heavenly Pulse Sacred Body.

In ancient times, it was said that this constitution could achieve sainthood, but now it was considered a useless waste, as the current power system had no cultivation path or method suitable for such a constitution.

However, with such memories, Shen Lang would not waste them. He needed to make some money first, then refine a few spirit medicines.

He originally wanted to refine a muscle-changing elixir and a body-strengthening elixir, both of which were highly sought after by powerful figures.

However, the ingredients for either of these were extremely expensive. Even if Shen Lang, with his peak ninth-grade alchemy and forging skills, had a soul strength far beyond ordinary people, his divine sense was still relatively weak. It was unrealistic to earn a vast fortune through alchemy in a short time, so he could only settle for refining some lower-quality ones.

He scanned the empty room, went out to find some branches and stones, and began setting up an array.

Normally, setting up an array required spirit stones or spirit tools with aura, but he was so poor that he didn't even have a single spirit stone, so he had to use stones.

In this world, martial arts were supreme, and the main currency was gold and silver, with spirit stones above them.

Spirit stones were mainly used for cultivation, and even a low-grade spirit stone cost thousands of gold coins.

Shen Lang's monthly living expenses were one hundred gold coins, and he had to pay fifty gold coins to Xue Dang as protection money.

The ring he had taken from Shen Daofeng contained two thousand gold coins, which was a huge sum for him.

After everything was set up, Shen Lang focused his divine sense on his chest and summoned the Heaven-Sealing Tripod.

"Buzz!"

The small tripod floated in his palm, slowly rotating, emitting an ancient and simple aura.

"Divine sense can't penetrate it. Summoning it is already my limit. Driving this Heaven-Sealing Tripod is as difficult as climbing a mountain... What kind of treasure is this? It didn't even appear in the War Emperor's memories, and I've never seen any powerful figure use it."

"What did Sister Hongyu mean by pointing out this thing? If she knew about the mark on my chest many years ago, why didn't she tell me? And even when she died ten years ago, she didn't mention it... No! She couldn't have faked her death! When she was severely injured, her aura could have been faked, but her eyes and emotions couldn't have been faked! She was so unwilling, so worried about my future after her death, that she held on to her last breath to give me the 'Lover's Arrow' and repeatedly told me to forget everything and live a peaceful life here..."

In the darkness, a flash of insight appeared in Shen Lang's eyes: "Could Sister Hongyu's resurrection be related to the Heaven-Sealing Tripod? When her aura disappeared, I fainted for a while before burying her. Could something have happened during that time?"

"Otherwise, even if the Heaven-Sealing Tripod is a powerful treasure, I can't drive it, let alone use it. Why would she tell me about its existence now?"

"Sister Hongyu's aura finally faded on the first day of the twelfth month of the Star Calendar, and tomorrow is the first day of the twelfth month. This morning, I met that mysterious fortune-telling old man. Everything seems too coincidental."

Even Hongyu didn't expect that just by showing up, Shen Lang would recognize her and, without any further hints, piece together all the clues and find the final answer!

"Sister Hongyu's aura faded, and I fainted during that time... It was the hour of Mao, between 5 and 7 in the morning. If my guess is correct, something might happen to the Heaven-Sealing Tripod during this time."

Shen Lang calmly looked at the Heaven-Sealing Tripod, let it float in the air, and closed his eyes to organize all the memories from his dream.

Most of those memories were fragmented and incomplete, but even so, they were invaluable treasures.

Time passed slowly, and a ray of light shone through the window. At that moment, Shen Lang opened his eyes.

He stared at the small Heaven-Sealing Tripod, not blinking.

The Heaven-Sealing Tripod showed no signs of change.

After half an hour, suddenly, a "buzz" sounded, and a green mist appeared around the small tripod, enveloping it.

The mist seemed to be restrained by an invisible force, swirling around the tripod but unable to leave it.

Gradually, the mist gathered at the hollow part of the tripod's mouth, forming a peanut-sized, crystal-clear green liquid, slowly rolling.

A refreshing aura emanated from the liquid. Just one breath made Shen Lang feel as if he were floating in a cloud, and the injuries he had sustained from the forbidden blade technique and Hongyu's ambush on the mountain healed significantly!

"Could there be such a heaven-defying substance in the world? If I absorb this drop of green liquid, won't my injuries heal immediately? Could Sister Hongyu's resurrection be due to the mysterious green liquid inside the Heaven-Sealing Tripod...?"

Shen Lang suppressed his excitement, took a deep breath, slowly approached the small tripod, opened his mouth, and sucked in the drop of liquid...

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