novelaction Chapter 517 Broken Sword
Chapter 517 Broken Sword
After passing through one restriction after another, Lin Chuan followed Jun Moyue to a blood-red light curtain.
"This is the Demon Clan's ancestral treasury. When you go in, you can choose any treasure from it, but remember you can only choose one."
Jun Moxie looked serious, staring straight at Lin Chuan, his tone full of solemnity.
"Isn't this...not good?"
Lin Chuan raised his eyebrows slightly, his gaze fell on Jun Moyue, his eyes full of hesitation.
Just from the word "ancestor", he was certain that Jun Moxie was giving him special treatment.
"Just go if you're told to. Why so much nonsense?"
Li Jun glared at Lin Chuan impatiently, strode to the light curtain, and quickly made hand gestures with his hands.
In an instant, ripples appeared on the light curtain, and a dark coffin slowly emerged from the light curtain. The surface of the coffin was covered with dark red lines, and it exuded a faint cold aura.
"Master Mo, the person behind me is the seventh elder of the demon clan."
Jun Moxie's expression was solemn, and he slightly leaned aside to indicate, "He not only healed the body of the immortal demon that was suffering from the backlash for our clan, but also recovered the ancient immortal demon tree that had been lost for many years. For such a great achievement, our clan really has no reward to offer, so we specially brought him here to let him choose a treasure."
"..."
There was dead silence all around, with only the coffin quietly floating in front of the blood-red light curtain. Although there was no sound, Lin Chuan shuddered for no reason.
"Those who are not from my clan cannot enter the ancestral library."
A hoarse sound came from the coffin, as harsh as the friction of rusty iron.
"The Seventh Elder is not only an elder of our clan, but also my son-in-law. He and my daughter have become a Taoist couple, so he is half a member of our clan. Moreover, I have a joint petition from all the princes of our clan and the other six elders. Please review it, Elder Mo."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jun Moyue's wrist trembled slightly, and a stack of documents covered with vermilion seals slowly unfolded like a scroll.
"..."
After a long silence, a hoarse voice came from the coffin again: "Go in, it will take an incense stick of time."
Lin Chuan clasped his hands together, bowed solemnly to Jun Moyue and the floating coffin, and then stepped towards the blood-red light curtain.
Just as his figure was about to disappear into the light curtain, Jun Moxie's low voice suddenly rang in his ears: "Be smart and do what you can."
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Stepping through the light curtain, a room filled with treasures came into view in the dim light. Earth-grade top-grade items were only the lowest grade, and even semi-immortal artifacts were among them. The shimmering light of the treasures made Lin Chuan's pupils shrink slightly.
"What should I choose?" Lin Chuan frowned and walked around the room slowly.
These treasures are surrounded by a hazy halo. Apart from the clear perception of their grade fluctuations, there is no explanation about their origins or effects.
He could still roughly judge the purpose of weapons, but for other types of treasures, choosing them was no different from opening a blind box in the absence of information.
"A total of 14 semi-immortal artifacts..."
Adhering to the principle of being here now and considering the time limit, Lin Chuan directly picked one from the 14 treasures.
"Choose the broken sword."
Just as Lin Chuan was staring at the appearance of the treasure and weighing it over and over again, the voice of the sword spirit suddenly sounded in his mind.
"..."
Lin Chuan was slightly startled, his eyes cast towards the half-broken sword, and asked, "Is there anything special about this sword?"
"Although the sword is broken, the sword spirit is still there. I want to eat it." The sword spirit said bluntly.
"Ahem, Senior Sword Spirit has eaten it, what should I do? I still want to pick a weapon that suits me." Lin Chuan asked tentatively.
"I'm not good enough?" The sword spirit asked with an ambiguous tone.
"Senior Sword Spirit is the best sword I've ever seen, but... I still have one more chance to use it, and then I won't be able to use it anymore. I have to find a way out, right?"
Lin Chuan said softly, with a hint of helplessness and earnestness in his tone.
"Oh." The sword spirit responded lightly.
"How about I give this sword to Senior Sword Spirit to eat? Senior Sword Spirit, please stay with me, how about that? In the future, any good sword spirits I come across will belong to Senior Sword Spirit." Lin Chuan's eyes moved slightly, and he spoke tentatively.
"..."
There was no longer any sound of the sword spirit in his mind, only silence.
"Well, alright, alright, just pretend I didn't say anything." Lin Chuan's eyes flashed with helplessness, "I'll get the sword for Senior Sword Spirit right away."
Before he finished speaking, he took a deep breath, and the spiritual power in his body gathered in his right arm like a vortex, and his fist, with the sound of breaking through the air, smashed towards the restriction that was emitting a faint blue light.
Instantly, the roar of energy colliding and exploding was so deafening that it stung my eardrums. Ripples of spiritual energy exploded across the surface of the restriction like a spider web, but only caused ripples to form.
Lin Chuan only felt a recoil force rushing up along his fist, and his entire arm instantly felt a slight tingling sensation.
He staggered back half a step, shook his slightly trembling wrist, and watched the surface of the ban regain its calm luster, his brows couldn't help but twist into knots.
"No wonder I was told to do what I can..."
Lin Chuan took a deep breath, and behind him, the shadow of a golden lion suddenly appeared, its eyes wide open and its mane surging like flames.
"break!"
Lin Chuan roared, and spiritual power surged into his right arm like a tide. Wrapped in the power of the golden lion's phantom, he punched out.
"boom!"
A deafening roar sounded, ripples appeared on the surface of the ban, and spider-web-like cracks quickly spread.
However, the ban did not break. Instead, it emitted a dazzling blue light and frantically repaired the cracks.
Seeing this, Lin Chuan's aura surged again, and the golden lion's shadow became more solid.
Another punch was thrown, and this time, the sharp claws of the golden lion phantom and his fist fell at the same time. The restriction could no longer withstand this terrifying force, and with a "crack", it completely shattered.
"After two sessions of White Mist Tempering, and now performing the fifth level of the Vajra Indestructible Art, the strength of this body is truly incomparable."
Lin Chuan slowly wiped the blood oozing from his knuckles. His gaze fell on the broken sword, a look of satisfaction on his face. "If it were during the first body tempering, even if I could have shattered the restrictions with brute force, I'm afraid these arms would have ended up with broken bones."
"Senior Sword Spirit, dinner is ready."
As Lin Chuan spoke, he took out a long sword from the storage space and reached for the broken sword.
"..."
The long sword seemed like a sealed dead object, completely indifferent to the broken sword in front of it.
"..."
"Then I'll collect it for Senior Sword Spirit first. When you want to eat it, please tell me."
Lin Chuan's mouth twitched, and he reached out to grasp the hilt of the broken sword with a helpless look on his face.
In an instant, the surrounding scene distorted violently, and black fire gushed out from the cracks in the void, instantly engulfing him.
At the same time, all sorts of noises came flooding in like a tide: a baby's heart-wrenching cry, a woman's plaintive sobbing, and countless deep roars interwoven together.
These voices seemed to come from the depths of the Nine Netherworld, and each syllable was wrapped in bone-eating malice. They kept circulating in his ears, like the whispers of a devil, trying to eat away at his mind bit by bit.
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