667: Chapter 453 667: Chapter 453 Ye Tian remembered watching movies and later playing games in his previous life, which inspired him, after having researched for several years, his Magical Treasure was on the verge of a breakthrough.
Indeed, a few days ago, due to being pursued by a powerful being, he had an epiphany in Artifact Refining and managed to forge a treasure with such functions, a sword, a sharp sword.
“Hmm, infrared is a kind of warning function, it can cause harm when touched, it’s the person who designs the Magical Treasure, if they design this kind of infrared as a sort of thunder, that explodes upon contact, the lethality would be very great.”
“Senior brother, can you show me that Magical Treasure?” Yan Weiwei was truly interested in this new kind of Magical Treasure.
“No, once the sharp sword is unsheathed, it can only kill!” Ye Tian didn’t dare to try, for his care was too great, there were several hundred people within this Magical Treasure, and if he released it, it might injure those with lower cultivation levels.
These were all their friends and subordinates, how could he take such a risk?
This Magical Treasure was specifically refined to deal with foreign invaders, not to be used against his own kind!
“Senior brother, I hope I can see such a Magical Treasure one day!”
“You will, but only if our country is safe, this kind of Magical Treasure should not be used against our own people, it’s too lethal!”
Upon hearing this, Yan Weiwei became even more curious about her senior brother’s Magical Treasure.
Ye Tian wasn’t boasting; his sword, known as the Sword Immortal, had such killing power, like a demon’s blade, and it was named so because it could potentially release the demon within.
Elder Ximen was engaged in a magical duel, along with Lai Jianlin, Ding Ling, Mo Wen, and several women from the Immortal Sect, they all watched intently to see how the Elder would battle.
The Elder’s combat could inspire these young ones, in combination with what Jiang Tang had discussed a few days ago about Dao Arts and Cultivation Techniques, and the unity of mind and spirit, the enemy moves, I move; the enemy is still, I still move.
In battling the dragon, it wasn’t just about strength and ferocity but also about wits and ability.
“Senior brother, our Immortal Sect also has only one Elder, why doesn’t he take it easy, and stay within the sect, instead of adventuring like a young man?”
Ding Ling was both worried and complaining; now that she had left the Immortal Sect, she was, after all, from Nangong Immortal Sect, and she feared for the Elder’s life.
Lai Jianlin, with a calm expression, had a different opinion from his junior sister:
“Little sister, we Cultivators seek longevity, which is inherently against the natural order.
Always secluding ourselves without coming out, how can we find better opportunities?”
“But…”
“Junior sister, I agree with junior brother, didn’t we also encounter opportunities when we ventured out, which elevated our cultivation?
The Elder ventures out merely in search of opportunities for the Path of Cultivation, haven’t you heard what they said?
Seeking the Seven-colored Immortal Qi, isn’t that what we have seen?”
Mo Wen spoke, and Lai Jianlin nodded in agreement.
“Seven-colored Immortal Qi?
Where?
I’ve never seen it!” Ding Ling felt out of the loop, perhaps it was during an operation they carried out that she was unable to join.
“Junior sister, we only saw it, we couldn’t absorb it.
It appeared at the entrance of the Dragon Palace in the East Sea.”
“Right, I presume, it must have been the Seven-colored Immortal Qi emitted when Jiang Tang opened the Southern Sea Dragon King’s gate, which became known to people from afar, not only those powerful beings but also the newly submerged Cultivators who have just appeared on the surface, perhaps they came for the Seven-colored Immortal Qi.”
Mo Wen’s explanation made Lai Jianlin nod; he shared the same conjecture.
Unfortunately, their power was insufficient, and Jiang Tang only provided them with some Magical Treasures, without the ability to absorb the Seven-colored Immortal Qi.
The other women, listening to their peers, mainly watched Mo Wen, staying close to him because of his charm.
“Mo Wen senior brother, tell us about the Seven-colored Immortal Qi!”
The girls chirped and chattered, interrupting Mo Wen’s conversation with his junior brother and sister.
Lai Jianlin…
birds aren’t even as noisy as you sing!
Ding Ling…
could you talk quietly, please?
The Nangong Immortal Sect elder joined another Elder in facing Prince San.
“You two old fools, both of you ganging up on me is really shameless!”
As Prince San fought, it was somewhat strenuous for him; he certainly couldn’t compare to his father in capability, and among the three brothers, he couldn’t put too much pressure on his sisters, he had to contend with two alone.
“Tsk, who’s to say who’s older?
We’re just a tad over a thousand years old, but I hear you’ve already become an Immortal.
Ten thousand years ago, when the heavens and earth were whole, and ten thousand years ago when they shattered, weren’t you the one cast back to the Dragon Palace?
You may look young, but you’re actually an old dragon in disguise, still parading as a youth to deceive young maidens?”
The speaker was an elder of a Sect.
The elder of Nangong Immortal Sect fought without speaking, feeling that two men ganging up on one dragon was a bit of bullying.
The dragon seemed to be under quite a bit of pressure from the beating, but was their assault really any easier for them?
The elder of Nangong Immortal Sect wielded a short flying sword,
casting it with a flick of the wrist, creating a sword light that spanned ten thousand zhang, and blossoming sword flowers with strong killing power soaring towards Prince San.
Prince San’s moves, like his father’s, were just not as powerful.
Although his father no longer had a body, he could cultivate his soul into a dragon’s corporal form, a concept removed from that of an Immortal Body, having returned to the Mortal World without the celestial Immortal Qi from above.
He could only rely on the spiritual energy he cultivated over these ten thousand or so years, relying on his innate strength to fight back.
One on one he might be formidable, but two against one proved more challenging.
Prince San had not witnessed Jiang Tang take on the East Sea Dragon King, nor had he seen Jiang Tang harness the power of a Fire Spirit to torture the East Sea Dragon King and his three princes to within an inch of their lives!
He had never seen Jiang Tang deploy creatures from Magical Treasures and captured ghostly spirits, evil beings fighting against ghostly shadows conjured by the East Sea Dragon King, or a handful of monkeys standing against the East Sea Dragon King.
Where was there a fair one-on-one fight?
It was utterly a case of bullying by overwhelming numbers, something Prince San had not witnessed; so now, his words were laced with resentment and indignation, finding humans to be too despicable!
Having not an ounce of Martial World’s nobility, yet they claimed to be cultivators.
Cultivators who had practiced for over a thousand years compared to those who had just appeared, with slightly lesser abilities, had longer lifespans, indicating their higher capabilities.
“We have more people and you have fewer dragons.
Doesn’t the saying go, ‘the Dragon Palace has its shrimp soldiers and crab generals’?
Have they all perished?
Call your subordinates to your side!”
Another elder spoke, his words full of provocations.
“Hmph, if I had any subordinates left, would I be dealing with you personally?”
Prince San was unaware that the East Sea Dragon King possessed a ghostly Magical Treasure.
His royal father was more righteous and had never cultivated such sinister powers.
Prince San was quarreling with an old man while remaining somewhat near the East Sea Dragon King.
The East Sea Dragon King, overhearing their conversation, was reminded of the Magical Treasure in his possession.
He had been so tortured by Jiang Tang that he was forced to retract the ghostly Magical Treasure.
But now, it was different.
With so many attacking their dragons, it was unacceptable to accept defeat and become a laughingstock.
Where would he place his dragon face then?
“La la la la la la la!” The East Sea Dragon King waved his ghostly Magical Treasure, chanting and calling out as tens of thousands of ghostly spirits surged forth from the Magical Treasure.
Initially appearing as a wisp of black smoke, the spirits projected from the Magical Treasure emerged as shadows, though not in human form.
Shrimp soldiers had heads resembling shrimps, tails like those of shrimp, along with numerous watery claws.
As these claws grew larger, a small shrimp transformed into a creature larger than a human, taking on a form akin to that of a demon.
A single claw multiplied into thousands, reaching out towards the adversaries.
Thousands upon thousands of souls, with shrimp soldiers remaining so colossal and powerful.
Crab generals wielded long forks, now made from their own transformed claws.
On the other side, the Princess was hard-pressed facing one formidable opponent alone; the Dragon King, however, held his ground against two, with each of the three princes taking on two great powers by themselves.
In an instant, what was once a struggle turned into an advantage.
With so many ghostly spirits to fight the humans, even as the spirits were being obliterated by human Magical Treasures and vanishing away, the pressure was lifted.
And still, the East Sea Dragon King’s Magical Treasure continued to unleash even more ghostly spirits.
The great powers that had been inadvertently implicated at sea earlier were now, under the operation of the East Sea Dragon King, reluctantly swept up by his Magical Treasure.
Their spirits clashed against these powerful beings.
All they could do was to face their dissipation with disappointment, regretting that they had risked venturing to the sea in their pursuit of longevity!