Chapter 320: A Rogue Cultivator's Treasure Hunt Is Not Easy
Chapter 320: A Rogue Cultivator's Treasure Hunt Is Not Easy
Above the vast East China Sea, two monks were flying on swords, hurrying on their way.
There were three monks in the group, an old man with a white beard, leading a handsome young man.
As the old man flew, he stared at the Feng Shui compass in his hand, constantly calculating the direction and good and bad luck. From time to time, he looked up to observe the qi and sense the secrets of heaven.
The surroundings were all blue, the sky was cloudless and the sea was calm.
Without a compass to guide you, it would be impossible to tell the direction in this vast ocean where the sea and sky are one.
"Master, have we already lost our way?"
The young monk couldn't help but say, "This sea area is really strange. We have been flying for three days and three nights, at least thousands of miles, and the surrounding scenery has not changed at all. The more we fly, the more flustered I become..."
"Shh, don't interrupt, the master is deducing the direction!"
The old man said excitedly, "It's almost there, my poor disciple, please stop making noise."
The young man sighed and muttered, "You have been searching for more than a hundred years for a fragment of an ancient map passed down by your master, but you still have nothing to show for it..."
He looked around anxiously and said in a trembling voice, "Now that we are on the sea, our fasting pills are all gone, and there is no island below to stay. Don't lose your life while trying to find treasure."
"Silly boy, the rise of our Dian Cang Sect is all due to the Ten Absolute Secret Treasures, so don't say such discouraging words!"
The old man blew his beard and glared at me, scolding me: "My life span is short. I found the treasure, but in the end it was you who got it. You couldn't help me, and you held me back. You really don't know what's good for you."
The young man scratched his head and said, "Master, I don't want any treasure, I just hope you won't indulge in vanity. You have been working hard for the so-called treasure map all your life, why don't you give up the treasure hunt and return to Dian Cang Mountain to spend your remaining years in peace."
This pair of master and disciple came from Dian Cang Mountain in southern Xinjiang. The Dian Cang Sect was a small sect of scattered immortals that could not be any smaller.
The cultivation levels of both the master and the disciple are not very high, the old one is in the Nascent Soul stage and the young one is in the Golden Core stage.
The great-grandmaster the two were talking about was just at the Spirit Transformation Stage. Due to his mediocre aptitude and lack of spirit stone resources, there was no possibility of further advancement. He died of old age a hundred years ago after his life span was exhausted.
The inheritance of the Dian Cang Sect is nothing more than a few fragments of the secret manuals of cultivation that were picked up by a destined person in the ruins of the Conferred Gods Battlefield, from which they got a glimpse of some authentic Xuanmen cultivation methods.
Strictly speaking, the Taoism they practiced, tracing back to its origins, is actually from the Jiejiao lineage.
After all, the largest number of Jiejiao monks died on the battlefield, and there were also quite a lot of fragments of secret manuals scattered among the people.
However, even if they practice the teachings of Jiejiao, many independent practitioners are not aware of this and do not consider themselves disciples of Jiejiao.
There were even some unlucky cultivators who picked up fragments of the demon cultivation secret manual, but practiced it in human form. As a result, their cultivation was not quite right, their bodies began to mutate, and their minds gradually became twisted and bloodthirsty.
These monks are called evil cultivators.
The master and disciple of the Dian Cang Sect are considered to be the luckiest among the independent cultivators. The fragments of the secret manual passed down by the sect's master are the cultivation methods of the human race lost by the relatively small number of human cultivators in the Jiejiao.
"You little brat, you have no ambition..."
The old man was about to teach his disciple a lesson, but he stopped talking in shock, pointed ahead and said in a trembling voice: "God helps those who work hard, I finally found it, silly disciple, look!"
The young man looked in the direction the old man pointed, and saw a magnificent island looming above the sea.
It was just a vast ocean, but after they passed through a barrier, the view suddenly became clear and the scenery changed completely. From the air, the huge island was shaped like a golden turtle, with various landforms on the island, including deserts, dense forests, snow-capped mountains, volcanoes, wastelands, cliffs, lakes and rivers.
"Jin'ao Island, this must be the legendary Jin'ao Island!" The old man danced with joy and said, "Jin'ao Island is the dojo of the Ten Heavenly Lords of Jiejiao. It contains the legacies of ten immortals. How many spiritual stones, magic weapons, secret manuals, and elixirs must there be?"
"It's done, our Dian Cang Sect has succeeded!"
"Hahaha, Taoist Yuheng, thank you for leading the way for us."
The old man's ecstasy was interrupted by another burst of laughter. Dozens of monks broke the invisibility spell and appeared, surrounding the master and disciple.
The dozen or so people were wearing the same sect uniforms. The leader was a middle-aged Taoist priest who was smiling proudly: "With this treasure, our Southern Border Cui family will be the world's number one cultivation family from now on!"
Taoist Yuheng was shocked and angry: "Cui Yan? You actually followed me secretly!"
The middle-aged Taoist sneered, "It's not just you. Any sect or family in Southern Xinjiang that is rumored to have obtained the treasure map will be closely watched by our Cui family. We Cui family members are not good at treasure hunting and solving puzzles, but tracking and stalking is our family's unique skill."
Taoist Yuheng pondered and said, "How despicable! When the Cui family rose to power, several sects were inexplicably wiped out. I think it must be you who took away other people's fortunes and killed them!"
"The treasures of the world belong to those with virtue." Cui Yan said with a smile: "It is only natural to plunder luck and feed it back to oneself!"
Taoist Yuheng looked pale, glanced at his disciple beside him, and said dejectedly: "We don't want this treasure anymore, let us go."
The middle-aged Taoist said coldly with a gloomy face: "You wish for it. If the news of Cui's treasure is spread by you, I don't know how many covetous people will be attracted. You should kill yourself quickly, and you can suffer less. If I do it, I will not die happily."
Taoist Yu Heng raised his flying sword and gritted his teeth, saying, "I will die anyway, so I will fight you to the death! Disciple, I will hold them back, and you can take this opportunity to escape!"
Just as the two parties were about to start fighting, a wave of waves began to roll on the sea.
The sea water parted, and a group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals swarmed out under the leadership of a patrolling sea Yaksha general.
The patrolling Yaksha shouted sternly: "Greedy land people sneaked into the East China Sea territory and stole the secret treasures of our sea people. How dare you brag that the place belongs to the virtuous? My men, kill all these thieves!"
The master and disciple who first found Jin'ao Island looked at each other and became even more desperate.
Among the dozen or so cultivators from the Cui family, a large cultivation family, there are only two in the Nascent Soul stage, and the rest are in the Golden Core stage. If the master and disciple fight to the death, there is still a slim chance of escape.
The aquatic army that can emerge from the sea number several hundred. The leader, General Yaksha, is a Mahayana demon cultivator. The sailors and soldiers he leads have all reached the Golden Core realm, and the officers are even between the Spirit Transformation, Return to Void, and Nascent Soul realms.
This is just like the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. It is not easy for a weak and isolated cultivator to find the ancient secret treasure and take it for himself.
Even if you work hard all your life, you will still be schemed against by powerful forces, and when a local overlord takes action, you will be completely crushed.
Just as the shrimp soldiers and crab generals of the sea clan were about to charge, a hexagonal space rift opened up in the sky, and two monks, a man and a woman, passed through the rift and arrived at the battlefield.
The male cultivator was wearing a mighty golden and red armor, and the female cultivator was wearing a white feather robe. Both of them had extraordinary looks, and both were celestial beings.
"Eh?" The male monk looked around from the air and asked in astonishment, "Why is the entrance to the East China Sea Base so busy?"
(End of this chapter)