Wang Xiu's gaze shifted slightly, settling on the desk. The Four Treasures of the Study, ignored by everyone else, glittered with a dazzling light in his eyes.
Yu Xiaolong was studying the scroll, shaking his head and clucking his tongue. "The ink is good, and the paper is fine," he comnted. "It's just a pity that the artist's skill is rather ordinary. There's no real artistic depth here. What a waste of such fine treasures... Brother Wang, what do you think?"
Before he could finish, he saw that Wang Xiu had already walked up to the desk. His hand reached for the dusty-looking brush and the ancient inkstone, its ink still wet.
"Stop!" a prodigy bellowed, charging at Wang Xiu while brandishing a Great Halberd.
Several other experts joined forces, unleashing a terrifying aura as they rushed him. Their discerning eyes had already told them that the scrolls were not the true prize. Instead, these items once used by the Dragon Emperor were very likely to possess divine power.
Wang Xiu's expression remained placid as he grabbed the brush and inkstone. At first, the two items seed quite ordinary, with nothing special about them. But as soon as they were in his grasp and his pure mana flowed through them, they instantly transford.
Both items began to radiate a blazing, precious light. The brush shed its dust to reveal a crimson body; even its bristles were as deep a red as blood. As it danced through the air, it left faint trails of fla, as if it were burning. Vague phoenix apparitions could be seen within the light, looking utterly miraculous. The ancient inkstone emitted a cyan glow. Mysterious light swirled within it, transforming into dragon apparitions that burst forth in a dazzling radiance. It was incredibly heavy, like a mountain reaching for the sky. Even Wang Xiu strained to lift it, feeling as though it could suppress anything in the world.
"The Phoenix Feather Brush and the Dragon Tail Inkstone! It's actually those two treasures!" soone cried out, their eyes nearly splitting with greed and envy.
"Brother Wang, that item is of little use to you. Why not cede it to !" The young scholar could no longer sit still; such a treasure held a fatal attraction for him. A massive Judge Pen appeared in his hand, and he swiftly wrote the character for 'Suppress' in the void. The ink took form in midair as if his words were law, manifesting as a colossal mountain that bore down on Wang Xiu.
Wang Xiu smiled faintly. "I've perford a quick divination, and it seems this item is fated to be with . My friends, there's no need to fight over it and harm our cordial relations." As he spoke, he gave his sleeve a light flick. His polished jade-like hand slapped directly toward the massive mountain.
BOOM!
The void itself seed to explode. The mountain crumbled on the spot, and the fearso aftershock surged across the void, striking the young scholar and forcing him to stagger back three steps.
The young scholar, ng Ran, was utterly shocked! Out of respect for Zhao Qingyu, he hadn't used his full strength, but he had still unleashed more than sixty percent of his power. Yet Wang Xiu had dispelled it so easily!
"What an impressive Saint Heir of Sanqing. No wonder Miss Zhao holds you in such high regard," ng Ran murmured to himself. He now understood that defeating Wang Xiu in a short amount of ti was impossible. He stopped tangling with him and instead turned to snatch the remaining ink and paper, which were no ordinary objects either.
So strong! The other cultivators who witnessed this felt their frenzied minds clear up a bit. They rembered that Wang Xiu was the man who had even defeated Wu Ming, not soone an ordinary person could handle. Imdiately, they also turned to fight for the other treasures.
Watching the chaotic scene, Wang Xiu couldn't help but sigh. "A Quasi-Emperor truly lives up to the title of Supre."
Whether it was the Jiuxiao Lamps at the entrance or the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone here, they were clearly items Dragon Emperor Ao Lie cared little for, placed casually about like everyday tools. Yet, to ordinary cultivators, they were akin to supre treasures worth risking their lives for. If even Quasi-Emperors acted this way, what must the view be like for the almighty Great Emperors?
Thinking of this, a sense of longing welled up in Wang Xiu's heart. One day, he too would stand upon the highest peak and see all other mountains as small.
...
There were many other treasures here. For instance, the cushion the Dragon Emperor once sat on was crystalline and brimming with vitality, woven from mysterious vines that shimred with a strange light. It possessed the ability to aid one in attaining enlightennt and sparked an extrely bloody contest. The young scholar ng Ran, the youth from the Naless Ancient Race Han Yi, and even Zhao Qingyu joined the fray, all wanting the treasure for themselves.
In the end, two prodigies of the Dragon Clan snatched it. They paid a price, but it was well worth it.
Wang Xiu didn't try to grab anything else. The two items he had obtained were both supre treasures. Both the Phoenix Feather Brush and the Dragon Tail Inkstone were top-grade Earth Immortal Instrunts with astonishing power. One specialized in offense, the other in suppression. Used together, their power was comparable to that of a common Heavenly Immortal Device. This was already a very substantial gain. Once Wang Xiu found the ti to refine these two treasures, his strength would surely surge again.
Besides, even if he obtained more treasures of this caliber so quickly, he wouldn't be able to fully utilize their power. It would only draw the targeted enmity of the Proud Children of the Nine Heavens and affect his future actions. So, there was no need. Furthermore, Nie Linglan had already taken the Asura Heaven Punishnt Sword to secretly feast on the power in the Blood Pool's depths. By the ti she returned, Wang Xiu's haul would likely be the richest of all.
One must know when to be content. Wang Xiu was very satisfied.
...
Wang Xiu left the ancient study and entered the main hall. The battle around the Blood Pool was still ongoing, though it was now in its final stages. Blood flowed like a river, and bodies were scattered everywhere. The vast majority were local prodigies of the Cangyuan Realm who had killed each other in their fight for treasure. However, so of the prodigies from the Nine Heavens had also shed blood—and not just a few.
Suddenly, Wang Xiu noticed a figure in a yellow robe standing quietly by the Blood Pool. His gaze was fixed on the bottom of the pool, as if he were looking for sothing. It was that mysterious prodigy from the Dragon Clan. He was very composed and hadn't participated in any of the fighting. He wasn't seen during the battle in the study, either. There wasn't a single drop of blood on him, as if all of this had nothing to do with him.
Wang Xiu's eyes narrowed slightly. Could Nie Linglan have been discovered? The possibility seed slim. He had, after all, cast the Great Void Concealnt Spell on the Asura Heaven Punishnt Sword. A cultivator of the sa realm should have no reason to see through it.
"Your judgnt is quite good!" the yellow-robed youth said indifferently, his head still lowered toward the Blood Pool. "The Phoenix Feather Brush and the Dragon Tail Inkstone. Of all the treasures obtained by everyone here, those two should be the strongest!"
Wang Xiu's expression remained calm as he smiled. "Is that so?"
The yellow-robed youth said, "You don't need to be nervous. I'm not going to steal your things. I wouldn't even look twice at treasures of that level..."
Wang Xiu was silent. Which one of your eyes sees being nervous?
The yellow-robed youth suddenly lifted his head to look at Wang Xiu, a peculiar smile touching his eyes. "On the contrary, I am here to offer you a fortuitous opportunity!"
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