Chapter 77

Zhu Lingwu's manipulation of the electric arc indeed moved the three old men. They paid less attention to what he said.

Old Crane suddenly sighed and turned to the other two old men, saying, "Sigh, I never thought this little grandson would have such an opportunity. Unfortunately, why is the innate spiritual power in his bloodline so mediocre? Even if he had average talent, we could still argue for him in the clan, perhaps even let him compete. The future is unknown!"

"Yes, sigh, with the full strength of the clan, it's possible to lay the foundation. What a pity! Even if he can't lay the foundation, with this ability, he might still participate in the grand recruitment of the White Ridge Sect and be selected as a disciple. That would give our Zhu family another support. What a pity, what a pity!"

Old Stone also understood Old Crane's meaning and sighed, his gaze on Zhu Lingwu tinged with a hint of disappointment.

"Old Crane, Old Stone, perhaps this is the will of heaven. This little grandson has had special talents since childhood, but it turns out he excels in something else. What a pity! If heaven wants to take something, it must first give something. There is no such thing as perfect in this world. So, this matter is clear!"

Finally, the younger ancestor called Little Bai seemed to have a more open mind and said with a sense of relief. Now, the mystery of how Zhu Lingwu could kill a cultivator seemed to be resolved in their minds.

Of course, in their minds, Meng Yishi was probably just a low-level scattered cultivator at the third or fourth level of the Qi Condensation stage, with no other abilities except for the creation of a sinister magical artifact, which is why he was accidentally killed by their little grandson.

"Oh, right, little grandson, I heard that the cultivator was a heretic, and the sinister magical artifact he released was taken by you?"

The ancestor called Little Bai then asked about the low-level magical artifact, the Xuanming Ghost Head, clearly Liu Ping had reported this to him.

Zhu Lingwu deliberately feigned a slight surprise, then shook his head, putting on a pouty expression as if his toy was about to be taken away, and said, "No, no, I didn't take anything."

But soon, under the slightly smiling gaze of the ancestor called Little Bai, Zhu Lingwu put on an expression of being unable to hide the truth and said, "Ancestor, that is my spoils of war. Ancestor has never given me any magical artifacts. Does Ancestor want to destroy my magical artifact as Liu Ping suggested? Or, Ancestor can teach me how to create lightning, or Ancestor can exchange a magical artifact for it!"

Zhu Lingwu knew that if they really wanted him to hand over the Xuanming Ghost Head, he had no choice, so he had to bargain with the ancestor like a spoiled child.

This time, he took advantage of his eight-year-old body and the fact that he had just survived an assassination attempt, which could put pressure on these ancestors. Otherwise, if he always claimed to have the protection of the ancestors, he would just be giving them a good reputation.

"Haha, this little grandson is indeed not simple, actually bargaining with us. Sigh, it's fine, it's fine. Don't worry, little grandson. Show the sinister magical artifact to the ancestors. We care for you. Keeping such things might harm you. If it really has no harm, we will leave it to you! Do you think we old people would take your things? Also, little grandson, do you think magical artifacts are easy to find? Even the ancestors don't have many. Besides, can you use them? Hmm, like this, if the sinister magical artifact really can't be kept, hmm, let Old Stone give you a protective magical artifact! As for my water lightning technique, hehe, you will have to come and seek my guidance after you reach the fourth level of the Qi Condensation stage!"

The ancestor called Little Bai indeed laughed after hearing Zhu Lingwu's words. In the eyes of these Foundation Establishment cultivators, the magical artifacts of a low-level Qi Condensation cultivator were not much to speak of.

Magical artifacts can be used by ordinary people with their blood essence, just like Zhu Lingwu, who used his blood essence to refine the Xuanming Ghost Head and control it.

Such magical artifacts can only threaten ordinary people and low-level Qi Condensation cultivators. When faced with high-level Qi Condensation cultivators, they might not pose much of a threat.

Foundation Establishment cultivators and above generally use magical artifacts, and some even use spirit artifacts and spirit treasures, which require spiritual power to activate. Ordinary people and even low-level Qi Condensation cultivators might not be able to use them.

So, for Foundation Establishment cultivators, magical artifacts are like children's toys, and they don't significantly enhance their strength.

In the mind of the ancestor called Little Bai, if the sinister magical artifact really wouldn't harm Zhu Lingwu, they wouldn't have any greedy thoughts about confiscating it.

However, he was indeed generous with others' resources, setting a trap for the ancestor called Old Stone. Although he promised Zhu Lingwu, he made Old Stone give him something.

Old Stone, upon hearing this, indeed glared at the ancestor called Little Bai, but seeing Zhu Lingwu's expectant gaze, he couldn't say anything.

Old Stone should be a cultivator skilled in refining magical artifacts and magical treasures, otherwise, the ancestor called Little Bai wouldn't have said this so casually.

Zhu Lingwu was naturally delighted to hear that Old Stone would give him a magical artifact. If this were true, he would indeed gain a lot, so he looked at Old Stone with great joy.

Magical artifacts are not much to these Foundation Establishment cultivators, but for Zhu Lingwu, they are rare treasures. Thinking about the power of the Xuanming Ghost Heads, even a Ninth Level Martial Dao expert like Liu Ping had no resistance against them.

With a magical artifact, he could basically dominate the secular world as long as he didn't encounter a cultivator. Facing these martial experts, he would be almost invincible.

Then, Zhu Lingwu made a reluctant expression and took out the copper pot containing the Xuanming Ghost Heads.

Fortunately, Liu Ping didn't see Zhu Lingwu take the Meng Yishi's storage bag. Zhu Lingwu would never hand over this storage bag. If the contents were handed over, they would become like the red envelopes of children in the future, becoming mysterious and untraceable property.

As for the Xuanming Ghost Head pot, it was not a big deal. It is a specialized magical artifact designed to store and control the Xuanming Ghost Heads. Its function is to hide and command the Xuanming Ghost Heads, and it has no other uses.

When refining the Xuanming Ghost Heads, they can be released to absorb yin cold death energy and heaven and earth energy to cultivate.

However, the Xuanming Ghost Heads, being ghost path magical artifacts, would be rejected by heaven and earth if exposed for a long time. Sunlight would weaken the condensed death energy, and thunderstorms would attract lightning strikes, among other things. This is the limitation of ghost path magical artifacts.

Therefore, they must be stored in a magical artifact like the Xuanming Ghost Head pot to be carried around and released at any time to help in battles.

These ghost path magical artifacts are indeed different from ordinary magical artifacts. They can grow over time and even upgrade to magical treasures, and might even become ghost path spirit treasures.

But there is no such thing as perfect in the world. There are advantages and disadvantages. These ghost path magical artifacts are naturally restrained by the power of heaven and earth. This might be the reason why the Heavenly Dao rules that nine is the highest number, always leaving a bit of room for change.

Zhu Lingwu held the Xuanming Ghost Head pot in his hand, and Old Stone stretched out his hand and summoned it. The Xuanming Ghost Head pot obediently flew into his hand...