Shrouding the Heavens Chapter 330 - 331 Chapter 336 Scorching Hot

331: Chapter 336 Scorching Hot 331: Chapter 336 Scorching Hot In the Heavenly Stone Garden, Sword Qi soared into the sky.

A small black sword, less than an inch long, vibrated, overflowing with endless killing intent.

pared to normal weapons, it seemed too small, almost insignificant, yet its power was soul-stirring.

The black radiance pierced the clouds, cold and murderous, striking fear deep into one’s bones and causing the very soul to tremble.

Body and mind were both terrified.

Several older figures intervened, suppressing the black radiance.

However, the small black sword leaped, trying to escape.

“ZHENG!” It transformed into a streak of black light, piercing through a precious stone and striking the light shield cast by the old Daoist.

The old Daoist’s jade-like fingers pressed into the void, sealing the space.

Silence enveloped the surroundings as a surge of great Dao divine might instantly pressed down.

“DANG!” An elderly man flicked his fingers continuously.

Hundreds of divine rays struck the small black sword, making it tremble.

It transformed back into a streak of black light and recoiled.

“CHI!” The black light flashed, its锋芒 dazzlingly sharp, as it suddenly shot towards the crowd.

Such a fearsome weapon possessed undeniable power.

Some of the older figures’ expressions changed as they quickly intervened.

“QIANG!” Over a dozen elders simultaneously struck the small black sword with their fingers.

It shuddered violently, and its light finally dimmed.

“The Nine Apertures Stone Man has been cut.

The resentment is indeed strong!

We need to exert more force to disperse its remnant consciousness!” Only then could this small black sword return to a normal state.

Right now, it was entirely a baleful weapon, very likely to harm people.

If not for the old Daoist and so many older figures present sealing the Stone Garden, this place would undoubtedly have bee a scene of bloodshed.

The small black sword’s power was immense, interwoven with ways and principles.

Forged from Dragon Pattern Black Gold, it was said to be indestructible, almost impossible to block or intercept.

“ZHENG!

ZHENG!

ZHENG!” The Dragon Pattern Black Gold Sword vibrated, black radiance shooting out like a Pilean, weaving a terrifying black lightning that seemed to possess the power to destroy heaven and earth.

Li Heishui was alarmed, saying, “So fearsome!

Cutting stone is dangerous.

If one were accidentally pierced by it, any peerless rare treasure would bee an illusion.” Yao Yuekong, the Young Master of the Heavenly Demon Palace, marveled repeatedly, “A Dragon Pattern Black Gold Sword!

This is an exceptionally rare treasure, absolutely priceless.” The Prince of Great Xia’s eyes were fervent as he said, “Would you two brothers be willing to sell it to me?

I will offer you a satisfactory price.” Ye Fan shook his head.

“I haven’t thought about it yet.

Perhaps I will keep it for myself.” It’s not that it couldn’t be sold, but now wasn’t the time.

Just moments ago, many people had sent him voice transmissions, making a sale impossible at present.

Yao Yuekong’s eyes also burned with fervor.

“This weapon was forged from holy divine relics!

Although the amount of material used is small, and it’s far from being an Extreme Dao Holy Weapon, it is still exceptionally rare.

It could definitely fetch a sky-high price at auction!” “BOOM!” The Stone Garden trembled.

Once these older figures truly took action, even the Dragon Pattern Black Gold Sword born from the Stone Man could not assert its might and was ultimately sealed.

Its extreme sharpness was primarily due to the ways and principles naturally intertwined within it, which were now發威 under the influence of the resentment, equivalent to a fragment of Law Power.

These older figures didn’t stop there.

Each of them pointed a finger, loosing divine radiance.

Streaks of lightning descended, enveloping the small black sword.

This was akin to a baptism.

With a light “CHI!” sound, the resentment was dispersed and thoroughly refined.

The small black sword lost control, and the black radiance finally receded pletely.

“DING!” The Dragon Pattern Black Gold Sword fell to the ground, piercing a precious stone.

Its material was special, a holy divine relic, and it was extremely heavy, actually sinking partway into the earth.

Ye Fan quickly stepped forward.

With a deft flick of his right hand, he guided the small black sword upward.

It transformed into a streak of black light and appeared in his palm.

Though less than an inch long, it was incredibly heavy.

pared to ordinary refined iron, it was a thousand times denser; despite its small size, it weighed over a hundred jin.

While embedded in the glabella of the Nine Apertures Stone Man, it hadn’t seemed heavy, and no abnormality was felt.

Only after it truly emerged did its immense weight bee apparent.

“Truly a weapon interwoven with ways and principles to have such mystical changes.” After the Dragon Pattern Black Gold Sword was subdued, a brief silence fell, then the Stone Garden erupted in clamor as a group of old men surrounded Ye Fan.

“Young man, sell this sword to me for 130,000 jin of Source!” “Sell it to me for 150,000 jin of Source!” “I need it!

180,000 jin of Source!” These individuals opened their mouths, casually offering over a hundred thousand jin of Source.

Many of their eyes blazed with desire.

Outside the Stone Garden, the onlooking cultivators seethed with envy and jealousy.

He had cut out peerless rare treasures twice, both fetching heavenly prices.

Many people’s eyes turned green with envy.

They stared this way like wolves, practically wanting to pounce and snatch them.

This Dragon Pattern Black Gold Sword, interwoven with ways and principles, was an absolute favorite of the older generation figures, truly priceless.

Of course, it also had a fatal flaw: it was far too small.

It could only be measured as a “piece,” like a tiny sesame seed pared to normal weapons.

Many great figures, when refining spiritual treasures, would melt down entire iron peaks or several large mountains, using materials measured in tens of thousands of jin.

Its preciousness lay in the fact that it had interwoven its own partial Laws, and its material was a holy divine relic.

Even though it was tiny, it was still considered a peerless rare treasure.

“Seniors, please allow me to consider this for a moment!” Ye Fan didn’t want to offend any of these old men, as he couldn’t afford to provoke a single one of them.

The Dragon Pattern Black Gold Sword was just over half an inch long.

It was entirely pitch-black, with tiny, sparkling crystalline flecks, and lay motionless in his palm.

On its surface were dragon-shaped patterns—mysterious and natural.

These were the innate Great Dao Dragon Marks, which were also the origin of its name.

The more Ye Fan looked at it, the more he liked it.

He felt that if controlled with powerful divine sense, it would be invincible and greatly enhance his bat Power.

However, openly cutting out such a rare treasure and wanting to keep it for himself would likely lead to significant trouble.

This was a major headache for him.

Thinking carefully, he realized he already possessed quite a few treasures.

The most important thing now was to collect Source and improve his Realm.

“Let me have a look.” The little nun from the Great Xia Dynasty revealed a hopeful expression.

Ye Fan handed it to her.

The little nun in white held it in her palm, her large eyes blinking, utterly unable to tear her gaze away.

“Little Brother, please sell it to us,” the Prince of Great Xia spoke again, wanting to purchase the sword.

“My younger sister likes it so much.

As her elder brother, I want to give it to her as a gift.” “This old man likes it too!

But no one will gift it to me, so I can only buy it myself,” an old man beside them joked.

“Indeed!

As old fellows, we can only buy things for ourselves.

Little Brother, do you think 180,000 jin of Source is a fair price to sell?” The little nun in white reluctantly returned the small black sword to Ye Fan.

Her large eyes kept darting towards it, unable to look away for long.

Yao Yuekong, clad in purple, said with a smile, “Little Brother, there’s no need to trouble yourself over whom to sell it to.

Why not simply auction it at our Heavenly Demon Treasure Pavilion instead?” Ye Fan was surrounded by the crowd, finding it hard to extricate himself.

Just then, the scholarly Jiang Yifei entered the garden.

After paying his respects to the old Daoist, he also stepped forward, intending to purchase the sword.

Simultaneously, An Miaoyi walked in lightly, her fragrance drifting like orchids and musk.

Her eyes rippled like water as she smiled sweetly.

Though she said little, her interest in the sword was clear.

Li Heishui squeezed in with difficulty and said, “Everyone, you are all deeply aware of this sword’s origin.

It is the weapon of a future Holy Spirit, nurtured within the Nine Apertures Stone Man.

This is a Holy Sword born of heaven and earth!” Everyone couldn’t help but marvel at such a wondrous creation: a Dragon Pattern Black Gold holy divine relic, naturally formed in the glabella of a Nine Apertures Stone Man, transforming into a Holy Sword.

All of this was too fantastical, leaving people astonished and finding it incredible.

Ye Fan smiled and said, “Seniors, please allow me to consider it carefully.

In any case, I won’t be leaving the divine city anytime soon.

I will give you all a satisfactory answer then.” From beginning to end, the calmest person was the young Daoist disciple from the Dao Yi Sacred Land.

Imbued with the spiritual essence of heaven and earth, she stood at a distance, her eyes as tranquil as still water, seemingly indifferent to the proceedings.

Ye Fan gathered up the large pile of Source from the ground.

It shimmered brightly, a crystalline hoard.

This was truly a great harvest; he had obtained another 50,000 jin of Source.

The people who had bet against him looked ashen-faced, pletely drained of color.

Wu Ziming and his group, in particular, felt an overwhelming urge to kill.

They felt they had been utterly duped; this was clearly a setup, a trap waiting for them to fall into.

“You dark-skinned brat, you lot are ruthless!” “Say I’m dark again and I’ll get angry with you all,” Li Heishui taunted.

“Earlier, you were all mocking and ridiculing us.

How does it feel now?

To borrow the words you used to mock us, you’ve fallen from the Nine Heavens straight down to the earth, haven’t you?

Let me add another line for you: you landed face first.” “You…” Wu Ziming and the others trembled with anger but couldn’t lash out.

Ye Fan’s Source Technique was now astounding.

He was the center of attention, like the moon surrounded by stars, with prominent figures like An Miaoyi and Yao Yuekong nearby.

Moreover, those elders with significant backgrounds were even more reluctant to provoke him now.

Ye Fan had first cut out divine medicine and then a Holy Sword from the Nine Apertures Stone Man.

Naturally, he had bee a highly sought-after figure whom many wished to befriend.

“Brother Ye, Brother Li, I have already reserved a banquet at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion.

This noon, we shall drink to our hearts’ content and not return until we are drunk!” the Prince of Great Xia secretly conveyed via voice transmission.

This had been prearranged, so Ye Fan did not refuse and agreed.

“Today is indeed worth celebrating,” Yao Yuekong smiled.

He shared this sentiment and had suggested it before.

“Before that, I must first settle my debts.” Ye Fan walked forward, approaching the Source Master and the old Daoist, and placed 90,000 jin of Source on the ground.

The Nine Apertures Stone Man had cost a fortune.

If he hadn’t cut out the Dragon Pattern Black Gold Holy Sword, it would have been a disastrous loss.

Not far away, Li Yishui, the Grand Elder of the Illusion Destruction Palace, was so furious he felt like vomiting blood.

This essentially meant he was footing the bill for Ye Fan’s gain.

Being duped so wretchedly, practically rushing to hand over his Source—how could he endure such a thing?

“Today, we must have a proper discussion about Source Technique,” the Prince of Great Xia said.

His younger sister, the little nun, followed closely beside him.

An Miaoyi suddenly smiled and sent a voice transmission, “Little Brother, I, Miaoyi, wish to prepare a feast with fine wine to wele you at noon.

I wonder if you would have the time?” This most beautiful woman of the Eastern Wastelands was enchanting in every glance and smile.

Receiving her invitation was something many longed for.

She awaited Ye Fan’s response.

If word of this spread, many men in the divine city would surely be consumed by envy and jealousy.

Jiang Yifei, garbed in spotless white, as elegant as a jade tree in the wind, exuded a contagious smile.

He did not step forward but instead spoke to Li Heishui, wishing to invite the two of them.

Nearby, many older figures were quite direct in extending an olive branch to Ye Fan.

They valued not only the Dragon Pattern Black Gold Holy Sword but, even more so, his Source Technique.

Naturally, quite a few people harbored such thoughts.

If they could befriend a genius in Source Technique, it would undoubtedly bring vast benefits in the future.