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As the words echoed.
A graceful woman approached from afar, ascending through the air, and gently descended to the ground. Her long white hair cascaded over her shoulders, and the star-like eyes beneath her veil were as deep as ice, betraying no emotion as they swept over Liu Zhide and Zhao Bojun.
She dressed in a simple, unadorned manner, yet she exuded an ethereal aura, devoid of any worldly presence.
An elegant hand reached out.
The suspended Longyan Sword emitted a light hum, "hum~~~", and moved into her palm as if it were a living being.
"Wang Longyan!"
Liu Zhide and Zhao Bojun’s pupils constricted, and they involuntarily stepped back, their eyes flashing with shock and fear. The terrifying mory of Wang Longyan remained fresh and vivid in their minds, even after all these years.
It was her!
With a single sword, she could overwhelm a city, enchanting like a dream, noble as a goddess descending from the nine heavens.
It was her!
In a one-against-three unfavorable situation, she boldly killed the powerful allies they relied upon.
Fifty years had passed, and aside from her hair turning white, she had hardly changed. Her gaze had beco more profound, her aura more reserved, yet more enigmatic and unfathomable.
The mbers of the Liu and Zhao clans, along with the household generals, were all filled with nervous fear, slowly retreating. However, despite their fear, many still cast curious glances at Wang Longyan.
This na was filled with mystery in their two clans as well. Single-handedly supporting the Wang Race to this day, even the ancestors feared her greatly.
Compared to the declining morale of the Liu and Zhao clans.
The Wang Clan’s mbers were thrilled and excited to the extre. Ancestor Longyan had erged; let’s see if the Liu and Zhao clans dare to be arrogant now!
Only Wang Shouzhe remained calm and composed throughout, as if everything was already within his grasp.
But Liu Zhide and Zhao Bojun, who had lived for over a hundred years, quickly regained their composure from shock and fear.
Zhao Bojun took a deep breath, his eyes gradually growing solemn, "Wang Longyan, don’t you fear that forcing the use of profound energy to fight will cause your injuries to backfire and take your life?"
Indeed.
Everyone in Ping’an Town knew that Ancestor Longyan of the Wang clan had been gravely injured and never fully recovered, barely holding on. Recently, rumors spread that Ancestor Longyan’s days were numbered.
Could it be that she was rely enduring by force now?
The people of the Liu and Zhao clans could not help but breathe a sigh of relief, their fallen spirits gradually reviving, focusing their gaze on their two ancestors.
Feeling the hopeful gaze of his clansn, Liu Zhide knew he couldn’t falter at this mont.
Imdiately, he straightened his body, hands behind his back, projecting a calm and composed deanor, "Wang Longyan, I admit you are extraordinary. But over the years, your injuries, whether or not they’ve worn you down is another matter. Just speak of the past fifty years, during which we’ve diligently cultivated day and night, our strength is no longer what it used to be..."
"Try it."
Ancestor Longyan didn’t waste words with him, swiftly moving forward as she lifted her hand, and the Longyan Sword, with a soft hum, targeted Liu Zhide.
This sword seed ordinary, yet the mont it was unleashed, the surrounding air temperature plumted dozens of degrees. Moisture condensed into beautifully dancing frost, rapidly gathering around the Longyan Sword, forming a frost storm of several ters in radius, enveloping Liu Zhide within.
Liu Zhide’s pupils shrank, exclaiming, "Profound Ice Sword Technique." He then retreated in a panic.
The Upper Grade Sword Technique, Profound Ice Sword Technique, was a supre skill from the lineage of the Binglan Ascendant of the Purple Mansion Academy, requiring the cultivation thod Profound Ice Technique to be employed.
It was said that when perfected, a single strike could shroud everything within a hundred ters in ice and frost, annihilating all life.
However, Liu Zhide retreated too late; the frost storm already made his entire body numb and sluggish, slowing his reactions by several beats. The deadly Longyan Sword, elusive as ever, streaked toward his chest.
Before the sword reached, the Profound Ice Sword Qi had arrived.
Liu Zhide felt a faint pain in his chest and hurriedly reversed his palm, revealing a dark golden alms bowl in his palm.
Spiritual Artifact Purple Gold Alms Bowl!
Liu Zhide held the bowl with one hand and forcefully urged his profound energy.
"Hum!~~"
The Purple Gold Alms Bowl emitted a high-frequency resonance, thick and deep like a morning bell or evening drum. It floated up, radiating a golden light, and in the blink of an eye, it ford a semi-circular shield.
The entire incident seed complex, yet it transpired in an instant.
The Longyan Sword, engulfed in its frost storm, collided head-on with the golden light shield from the Purple Gold Alms Bowl.
"Clang!"
The fierce collision sounded, and frost flowers danced in the air. The golden light shield rippled with waves of vibrations, yet stood firm like a lone peak against the tempest.
Only Liu Zhide, connected to the Purple Gold Alms Bowl, bore a portion of the impact, his complexion paling slightly.
But at least, he survived!
"Oh, is it the Purple Gold Alms Bowl from the Prajna Temple?"
One sword had not achieved full success.
Ancestor Longyan uttered a light "hmm," slightly surprised. But she quickly dismissed the thought and coldly said, "So it’s just an imitation artifact of Spiritual Artifact level. I suppose the real Purple Gold Alms Bowl wouldn’t fall into your hands."
The spiritual artifacts in this world are diverse. Ancestor Longyan herself once had two spiritual artifacts, the Longyan Sword and the Turtle Scale Armor Shield. However, these two artifacts were original creations by an Artifact Refining Master, utilizing the properties of the materials.
Moreover, many Artifact Refining Masters in the world often imitate so famous and powerful magical treasures. Although their power and effectiveness fall far short of actual magical treasures, they are better suited for Spirit Platform Realm cultivators.
This Purple Gold Alms Bowl is evidently an imitation.
"That’s right." Liu Zhide held the Purple Gold Alms Bowl with a proud expression on his face, "This Purple Gold Alms Bowl of mine is a defensive spiritual artifact. I wonder how it compares to your Wang Longyan’s Turtle Scale Armor Shield?"
He was proud and naturally had the right to be. A spiritual artifact is easily worth tens of thousands of Qian Gold. So Ninth-Grade Lower-Rank Noble Families simply cannot afford it. Even so stronger families, over a prolonged period, consider it good fortune to accumulate even one spiritual artifact.
Ancestor Longyan had two spiritual artifacts because the "Longyan Sword" was crafted during the Wang Family’s most prosperous period.
At the ti, Ancestor Zhou Xuan was already a late-stage Spirit Platform Realm powerhouse. During his expansion efforts, he made considerable money and accumulated many precious resources. He personally returned to Longzuo County City and commissioned an Artifact Refining Master to forge two spiritual artifacts.
One "Cosmic Palace Sword" is now enshrined in the ancestral hall, the focal point of faith for the Wang Race. The "Longyan Sword" is the main battle spiritual artifact of Ancestor Longyan.
The Turtle Scale Armor Shield was bestowed by her master, Binglan Ascendant, when accepting her as a core disciple. Even the incredibly wealthy Purple Mansion Academy would not randomly bestow spiritual artifacts to disciples, highlighting how greatly Ancestor Longyan was valued by Binglan Ascendant, likely believing she had the potential to ascend to the Celestial Human Realm.
Even during the Wang Family’s pri, only two spiritual artifacts were forged. For a Ninth-Grade Race like the Liu Family, far inferior to the Wang Family of yore, saving up for a spiritual artifact was naturally no easy task.
With the appearance of the Purple Gold Alms Bowl.
Even Zhao Bojun and Ancestor Mang showed eyes filled with envy and jealousy—they did not possess spiritual artifacts.
Rumor had it that the Gongsun Family did possess a spiritual artifact, but it was considered the family’s foundational treasure, unavailable for Ancestor Mang’s casual use.
At that mont, Patriarch Liu, Liu Shengye, proudly boasted to Patriarch Zhao, Zhao Jinxian: "Brother Jinxian, who said making money is useless?"
Obviously, even if the Purple Gold Alms Bowl wasn’t solely accumulated by Liu Shengye, at least he played a significant role in it.
Even Wang Shouzhe had a newfound respect for him from afar, acknowledging Liu Shengye’s not-so-ordinary talent for amassing wealth.
"Hmph!" Zhao Jinxian snorted in discontent and envy, turning his attention to his son. Fortunately, after Ancestor Longyan appeared, that ruthless girl restrained herself a bit and no longer tornted Zhao Dingteng.
With Zhao Dingteng’s robust physique, suffering a little and enduring would pass.
While the people of the Liu Family and Liu Zhide were basking in pride.
Ancestor Longyan calmly stated, "How effective is the defense? Only a test will tell."
Imdiately, she advanced again, thrusting a sword once more.
This thrust was entirely different from the first.
In the mont of action, it was like celestial thunder bursting, torrential rain raging, transforming into countless sword auras enveloping Liu Zhide, all while snow drifted in the sky.
Ancestor Longyan, too, seed to transform into a goddess cloaked in ice and snow, her garnts fluttering, surrounded by a whirlwind of frost at her sides.
Again?
The smile on Liu Zhide’s face vanished abruptly as he hurriedly brandished the "Purple Gold Alms Bowl" once more, forming a golden shield for defense.
"Clang, clang, clang..."
The sword auras, as dense as a torrent of rain, bombarded the golden shield, sending sprays of frost and a cascade of golden water droplets.
Holding the Purple Gold Alms Bowl, Liu Zhide could not withstand the relentless impacts, retreating incessantly, able only to barely defend himself, appearing disheveled and panicked, as he shouted frantically, "Brother Bo Jun, aren’t you going to lend a hand?"
He knew if Wang Longyan continued her assault, once the Purple Gold Alms Bowl’s defense was broken, what would fend off the Longyan Sword?
Zhao Bojun was equally terrified; if Wang Longyan’s injuries had truly healed, failing to suppress her now ant endless trouble later.
Just as Zhao Bojun moved, preparing to join forces.
Ancestor Mang stepped in and blocked him, laughing heartily, "Brother Bo Jun, weren’t you going to spar with ? Co, co, let us get well acquainted."
With that said.
Ancestor Mang’s aura surged powerfully, even his body growing larger. A straightforward punch launched forward, unstoppable and relentless, displaying absolute force with the montum of tearing through everything in its path.
"Gongsun Mang, how dare you!"
Zhao Bojun bellowed in anger, forced into battle with Gongsun Mang.
Boom, boom, boom!
The Qi force exploded wildly, rocks flying everywhere.
These four ancestral-level figures split into two battlefield pairings, locked in combat. But Zhao Bojun and Ancestor Mang’s fight seed sowhat evenly matched.
anwhile, between Ancestor Longyan and Liu Zhide, it was purely a one-sided domination.
When Spirit Platform Realm cultivators engage in full combat, the aftermath is vast and quite hazardous. Consequently, Wang Shouzhe urged everyone to stay far away since their battle wasn’t sothing the younger generations could ddle in.
The two grand battles left Wang Shouzhe’s heart quaking with emotion, his eyes filled with longing. Spirit Platform Realm cultivators were truly mighty,
and little wonder why, if a family had an ancestral figure of the Spirit Platform Realm, it could continue prosperously. Without such protection, how could one withstand the oppression of others?
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