Free Web NovelChapter 681: Chapter 255: Battle of the Golden Core
"Even for the Purple Mansion above the Golden Core, and even us at the Nascent Soul stage, achieving this would be easier."
Switching the topic, Luo Tianxing continued, "I can sense your high proficiency in the Path of Great Derivation, but to deceive you, some Golden Cores who also practice this path could manage it."
Hearing these words, Shen Yuan’s expression turned somewhat grim.
"Forget it, since I’ve come, and haven’t been of much help, I’ll just leave a backup for your Shen Family."
As he spoke, a flash of light appeared in Luo Tianxing’s hands, and he directly took out a jade talisman, then infused it with a stream of spiritual power.
"This spiritual power of mine can easily slay a Golden Core Cultivator, and even a Purple Mansion could be heavily wounded if careless."
"If the Shen Family truly faces danger, it should come in handy."
"With nothing else, I shall take my leave."
Handing over the pale golden glowing jade talisman to Shen Yuan, Luo Tianxing then vanished from the chamber.
"Farewell, senior."
Clutching the jade talisman, Shen Yuan sighed inwardly and walked out of the chamber.
In the courtyard, Shen Chongming and Shen Xiubai saw this and approached together.
"Grandfather, what exactly happened?"
The previous two times Luo Tianxing, at the Nascent Soul True Monarch Realm, came to the Shen Family, it was at someone’s behest to deliver something.
This time he directly asked if the Shen Family was in trouble, leaving him quite puzzled.
Moreover, grandfather Shen Yuan seemed to have some matter, talking privately in the chamber for a long time.
"It’s nothing."
Since the vague unease couldn’t be avoided even if actively sought, he decided not to voice it and cause unnecessary worry for Shen Chongming and others.
The plan for now is to passively wait for trouble to come knocking.
"Spread the word, in the coming period, all matters should be handled with caution."
"Prepare defenses."
After sternly advising this, Shen Yuan turned and headed towards the Black Water Pavilion.
Looking at his silhouette, Shen Chongming’s expression was heavy.
Grandfather Shen Yuan rarely acted this way.
"Uncle, great-grandfather, he..."
Shen Xiubai also sensed something was amiss.
In his eyes, Shen Yuan was a calculated, composed elder, never having seen him show such an expression.
"It’s nothing, just focus on cultivating well."
"Uncle will send someone to Flame Lake City to inform Uncle Zhongyi to return."
Suppressing his thoughts, Shen Chongming reassured.
...
Southern Border, Jianan Temple.
Shen Chongxu sat cross-legged in a somewhat ethereal room.
The room was decorated simply, with one table, one chair, and one meditation cushion.
A three-foot low table had a bronze incense burner on its left and an ancient lamp on its right.
Though the Glazed Hidden Mechanism Compassion Light Tower was buried underground, within the tower, Shen Chongxu felt nothing unusual.
Currently sitting cross-legged on the meditation cushion, he only sensed a continuous chant akin to a mesmerizing melody around him.
Accompanying this melody, an extremely weak, odd power seeped in through his breathing and every pore.
Initially, Shen Chongxu struggled against it.
But after expending much spiritual power to little effect, he decisively gave up.
His current thought was to conserve every bit of his strength, wasting nothing unnecessarily.
For now, he would obediently act as told, deceiving these bald monks. Once an opportunity arises, he must ensure he has enough strength to fight his way out!
"Damn bald monks, do they really want to purify all of my demonic Qi?"
As he felt his strength slowly diminishing, Shen Chongxu cursed inwardly, suddenly hearing a slight sound.
Outside, a monk from Jianan Temple held a wooden tray, upon which lay a jade bottle, stepping slowly into the light and shadow vortex before him.
The next moment, his figure appeared inside the Glazed Hidden Mechanism Compassion Light Tower.
From his perspective, it was clear Shen Chongxu seemed quite strange.
In the dim room, the green lamp flickered weakly.
Shen Chongxu sat cross-legged on the side, eyes tightly shut.
From the void above his head, several roots exuding eerie red light pierced deep into his flesh, slowly extracting something from him.
Yet Shen Chongxu was clearly unaware of any of this.
In his view, the room was bright and sunny, as a monk in a brown robe pushed open the door and walked in.
"Fellow Daoist."
"By the command of the World Honored One, this humble monk has specially brought you cultivation provisions."
The monk respectfully took the jade bottle from the tray and placed it on the table before retreating.
After he left, Shen Chongxu gazed at the jade bottle, pondered briefly, then directly picked it up, pouring out a fragrant purple pill.
After examining it for a moment, he crushed the pill, leading a tiny particle of the powder with his spiritual power to refine and inhale it.
Confirming there was no issue with the pill, he repeatedly attempted this several times.
For now, he hadn’t found any problems with the pill, but he couldn’t believe Jianan Temple would be so kind.
He simply stored the jade bottle into his storage bag and returned to the meditation cushion to sit down again.
In reality, no matter how Shen Chongxu moved, those eerie roots remained deeply embedded in his flesh, undetected by him.
...
Yangquan Mountain, Bai Xuan Sect.
In the empty sleeping quarters, a ray of red light suddenly floated out from the Netherworld Dog Filth Furnace beside, transforming into the figure of Wushi Qianrou.
"Master!"
"It’s Master!"
Wushi Qianrou was initially overjoyed, but her expression suddenly changed!
"How did it disappear!?"
"Master! Where have you gone!?!"
