CapĂtulo 1685: Chapter 905: Divine Soundâs Marrow Cleansing, First Arrival in the Li Chen Realm
âBrother Zhao, thereâs something you donât know. This⊠the Divine Sound Valley is a place blessed by the gods.â Changsun Shijiu pulled Zhao Sheng into a corner and whispered.
âOh, what do you mean by that?â Zhao Sheng feigned curiosity, but his gaze fell on the top of the manâs head.
He saw an invisible silk string extending above the manâs head, the other end vanishing into the void, its destination unknown.
âItâs something Iâve heard from a senior. They said a god was once born in the Divine Sound Valley. Over countless years, divine sounds resonate in this valley periodically.
These sounds are mysteriously marvelous, capable of causing us cultivators to go through a process of Refining, greatly improving our physique. If heard more often, it could even lead to a rebirth, significantly enhancing oneâs comprehension and Spirit Root aptitude.
Besides, Iâve heard a rumor. A certain Great Ability once said the divine soundâs wonders donât end there; it actually holds other mysteries.
As for what those mysteries are, Iâm clueless.
Those high-ranking seniors always avoid talking about it, which is really frustrating.â
Changsun Shijiu, straightforward by nature, expressed his discontent directly in front of a stranger. The fact that he hasnât been beaten to death till now is indeed his luck.
Zhao Shengâs gaze swept over the other Immortal Ruins Guests, finally resting on an old man with white hair and a turtle shell on his back, hunched over.
The white-haired old man, a Human Clan cultivator, undoubtedly possessed a rare Ancient Treasure on his back. A faint but noticeable Will fluctuation emitted from his body, indicating he had awakened the Will Heart Light.
Zhao Sheng withdrew his gaze, pondering in his heart, as he seemed to have guessed the greatest wonder of Divine Sound Valley.
Seeing Zhao Shengâs profound expression, Changsun Shijiu was instantly dissatisfied.
He rolled his eyes, sneaked out a palm-sized pill bottle from his waist, and held it in front of Zhao Sheng, mysteriously saying, âBrother, I have a top-grade elixir. Do you want it?â
Without waiting for Zhao Sheng to speak, he quickly pulled the bottle cork, pouring out a dragon-eye-sized, flawless white Spirit Pill.
The fragrance of this pill filled the air, enticing those who smelled it.
Changsun Shijiu opened his palm, looking at the Spirit Pill in his hand, and whispered boastfully, âThis is the Dragon Tiger Arrogant Sun Pill. Itâs primarily made from the essence blood and Primordial Yang of a Thousand-year-old Flood Dragon and a White Tiger, supplemented by Thousand-year-old Ginseng, Manggu Red Toad, Nine Yang Soul Revival Mushroom, and seventy-eight other rare Spiritual Medicines, refined over thirty-three springs and autumns to produce nine pills. This is a Fourth-rank pill, consuming three pills consecutively grants eternal youth and increases lifespan by three hundred years.
Had I not already taken three, I wouldnât part with such a top-grade spiritual pill.
Brother, I find you quite agreeable, so Iâm offering it to you at a discount.
I wonât overcharge; if you can come up with thirty Top-grade Spirit Stones, Iâll give you three. How about that?â
Watching him bragging and seeing the look of âyouâve struck a great bargain,â Zhao Sheng suddenly found it quite amusing.
Itâs been years since he met someone as âinterestingâ as this.
Whatâs this Dragon Tiger Arrogant Sun Pill? Isnât it just a Golden Spear Undying Pill!
This guy looks like a reckless fellow, but heâs quite shrewd.
Zhao Shengâs mind shifted slightly, and suddenly, he acted very interested, quickly reaching into his coat.
When his right hand reemerged, he held a crystal-clear Spirit Stone, within which a small, clear vortex could be seen.
Changsun Shijiuâs gaze fixed on this Top-grade Spirit Stone, his leopard-like eyes widening in surprise.
The next second, he suddenly snatched the Top-grade Spirit Stone, simultaneously shoving the Spirit Pill into Zhao Shengâs hand.
The entire exchange was unbelievably swift, with both hands creating afterimages.
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Zhao Sheng let him take the Spirit Stone, as if casually giving Changsun Shijiu âtravel expensesâ.
âDeal!â
After taking the Top-grade Spirit Stone, Changsun Shijiu still left a sentence, putting on a look of âI took a loss, and you gained a lot.â
Then, unwilling to give Zhao Sheng a chance to regret, he quickly said, âBrother, I canât stay, I must immediately return to the Lower Realm. We get along so well; I hope we can meet again next time.â
Before his voice had even faded, Changsun Shijiuâs figure flickered and disappeared without a trace.
ââŠTrying to escape?â
Zhao Shengâs lips curled slightly, casually putting the Spirit Pill into his sleeve.
The next second, he too vanished into thin air.
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At dawn, the sun had just risen, enveloping the clouds with golden radiance.
An imposing mountain peak, as steep as a sword, pierced through the Cloud Sea, standing remarkably amidst the endless sea of clouds, conspicuously visible from afar.
The top of the peak had been artificially flattened, forming a vast platform adorned with palatial structures, surrounded by Strange Flowers and Herbs, with spirit birds like Immortal Cranes fluttering about, creating an earthly Immortal Realm.
This peak is the renowned Mount Wentian of the Li Chen Realm, also known as Piaomiao Palace, the location of the Xuanxing Sectâs mountain gate.
At this moment, deep within the Seventh Star Hall out of the eighteen Star Halls in Piaomiao Palace, a middle-aged man with a broad head and round eyes, strong and robust, appeared out of nowhere in a hidden chamber.
Changsun Shijiu⊠no, it should be Changsun Wuji, stared at the âmassiveâ Top-grade Spirit Stone in his hand and suddenly burst into laughter.
If a Xuanxing Sect disciple were present, they would hardly believe that Master Changsun, usually stern and unsmiling, could laugh, and so unabashedly.
Fortunately, the chamber was completely soundproof, preserving Changsun Wujiâs dignity.
After all, as one of the esteemed Nascent Soul Ancestors of the Xuanxing Sect, sometimes face is more important than anything!
However⊠Changsun Wuji had no clue that the person he had deceived had quietly appeared above the Xuanxing Sectâs mountain gate.
The Cloud Sea churned, the Gang Wind howled, and Zhao Sheng hovered in the sky, his Divine Thought spreading in all directions.
In an instant, every scene within six hundred thousand miles fell into his âsightâ.
Zhao Shengâs eyes flickered slightly, suddenly gazing down at the palatial buildings below.
Within six hundred thousand miles around him, the strongest cultivators were all gathered here, saving him quite some effort.
According to Zhao Shengâs sensing, within the mountain gate below, there were only six Nascent Soul Realm Cultivators, and the strongest couldnât surpass the Eighth Layer, pathetically weak.
However⊠Changsun Wuji was completely unaware that the person he had deceived had quietly appeared over the Xuanxing Sectâs mountain gate.
The Cloud Sea churned, Gang Wind roared, and Zhao Sheng hung high in the sky, his Divine Thought spreading far and wide.
In a moment, everything within six hundred thousand miles came into his âviewâ.
Zhao Shengâs eyes subtly shifted, suddenly looking down at the palaces below.
Around him, within six hundred thousand miles, the strongest cultivators had all gathered here, saving him a bit of effort.