Chapter 856 - 856 480

Chapter 856: 480 Chapter 856: 480 Zhongli Tianyu directly bypassed Sima Xingyu and entered the pavilion, where he picked up the thick wooden stick suspended for striking the bell and gave it a heavy hit.

Boom!

The moment Chen Mobai heard the bell ring, he felt the intricate emotions caused by his longing for a Rank-4 magical weapon suddenly melt away like ice and snow, leaving his mind incomparably clear and tranquil.

“Each time this Pure Yang Bell rings, it can purify the Sea of Knowledge at the Purple Mansion, but as a Foundation Establishment Practitioner, you can only strike it once,”

Sima Xingyu spoke up beside Chen Mobai’s ear.

Sure enough, after Zhongli Tianyu struck the bell, he sat cross-legged on the ground of the pavilion, entering a meditative state, his face radiating a majestic aura.

Half an hour later, Zhongli Tianyu opened his eyes. Although he looked hale and hearty, his spiritual power had diminished to one-tenth of what it had been, making his steps slightly unsteady.

“You can also strike it once, it’s quite useful for refining your divine sense,”

After approaching, Zhongli Tianyu suggested to Chen Mobai, who responded with a slight smile and a shake of his head.

He himself had a Morning Bell, and moreover, it was the Lifebound Magic Artefact Embryo most suited to him. Over the years, the frequent ringing had refined his divine sense to flawless perfection.

This Pure Yang Bell might be Rank-4, but its effect was about the same as the Morning Bell.

“Then that’s pretty much everything to see in this Yuanyang View,”

Seeing Chen Mobai shake his head, Zhongli Tianyu simply shrugged and gestured to Sima Xingyu that they could leave. The latter pointed to the exit without saying another word and disappeared on the spot.

“The Primordial Yang Treasure Beads aren’t in this Yuanyang View?”

Once Sima Xingyu had left, Chen Mobai asked Zhongli Tianyu.

“The Treasure Bead is with Nangong Xuanyu, along with the Yuan Yang Sword. They serve as the symbols of the successive headmasters of the Pure Yang Academy. However, he doesn’t care to activate the sword, so he mainly contemplates the true essence of Pure Yang with the bead,”

Zhongli Tianyu clearly knew his stuff, possessing a finger-tip feel for the secrets between those in the Divinity Transformation stage.

“With so many Rank-4 magical weapons lying here, exposed to wind, sun, and rain, are there no Golden Core Masters willing to claim and nurture them?”

Chen Mobai asked again, and upon hearing this, Zhongli Tianyu gave him a strange look.

“Golden Core Masters themselves lack sufficient spiritual energy for cultivation, and to match these artifacts, it’s best if the cultivator has studied Pure Yang Scroll. They would rather split their time in two to focus on Cultivating the Pure Yang Body than do something that delays their own cultivation progress,”

After hearing this, Chen Mobai gave a wry smile and nodded in agreement; it indeed made sense.

If the people of the Tianhe Realm were to witness the sight within this Yuanyang View, they would likely tap their feet and beat their chests in frustration over the injustice.

These were, after all, Rank-4 magical weapons, lying on the ground with no one bothering to pick them up.

As they were leaving Yuanyang View, Zhongli Tianyu suddenly received a call informing him that the information he had provided about Chen Mobai was somewhat incomplete and that he needed to go back to the property office to re-register.

“What a bother. Feel free to wander around; I’ll be back shortly,”

Zhongli Tianyu said, leaving Chen Mobai behind as he spoke. Chen Mobai didn’t mind and continued to walk slowly along the mountain path, admiring the scenery of the Five Peaks Immortal Mountains.

“Uncle, I’m lost. Can you take me home?”

Just as he turned a corner, a little girl about five or six years old stopped him.

The little girl, holding a wooden doll and dressed in a black dress that highlighted her fair skin and lovely features, looked at him with a slight amount of trepidation and unease in her eyes.

“What’s your name?”

For some reason, the moment Chen Mobai saw the girl, he felt an incredible sense of familiarity, like meeting a family member, and couldn’t help but squat down and ask gently, reaching out his hand to her.

“My name is Xiao Hei,”

The little girl, reassured by his kindness, relaxed her previously anxious face a bit.

Then, she cautiously extended her right hand and held onto Chen Mobai’s.

“Xiao Hei? That doesn’t sound like a girl’s name. What’s your last name?”

Chen Mobai inwardly criticized the girl’s parents for giving her such an unremarkable name.

Take him, for instance; Mobai also means ‘ink’ or ‘black,’ but it sounds much more cultured.

“I don’t have a last name; just call me Xiao Hei,”

The little girl shook her head, uttering a phrase that reminded Chen Mobai of Qing Nu’s words.

Qing Nu also had only a name, no surname.

Could it be…

Chen Mobai thought of Qing Nu’s background and was suddenly alarmed, gripping the little girl’s hand a little tighter. Yet, he then reminded himself that they were in the Five Peaks Immortal Mountains, watched over by two Huashen Ancestors – the safest place in the Immortal Gate.

“Where is your home? Uncle will take you there,”

“My home is in that direction!”

The little girl pointed westward with the left hand holding her wooden doll.

Chen Mobai looked up and was slightly surprised.

Wasn’t that the Immortal Peak of Ancestor Baiguang?

“No one lives there, Xiao Hei; are you sure you haven’t mistaken the direction of your home?”

“Maybe, I snuck out, and granny usually keeps a close watch, she doesn’t allow me to go down the mountain,”

The little girl pouted and nodded after hearing Chen Mobai’s remark, suspecting that she might indeed have stayed out too long and gotten turned around.