xymnovel Chapter 89 The Secret Realm of Treasure Heaven
Chapter 89 The Secret Realm of Treasure Heaven
The name "Lao Gan Ma" left Gao Su completely bewildered.
But he quickly came to terms with it.
After all, their own captain improved the revolver and invented the rapid-fire rifle, which was quite a strange name.
It's a perfectly good rifle, but they insist on calling it "Type 56 Half".
Since we already have a strange name, it's not a big deal to come up with an even stranger one.
This is probably one of the quirks of geniuses.
While lost in thought, Gao Su ran alongside his captain, firing at the cultists as he went.
His marksmanship was adequate, and his reload speed was only slightly slow, making him a very effective supplement to Chang Yuan's firepower.
By coordinating their fire, the two can maintain sustained suppression, ensuring a safe and uneventful kite-flying experience.
The guerrilla warfare lasted for about fifteen minutes, during which more than a hundred cult members were wiped out by Chang Yuan's skillful use of his spear, sometimes piercing through two or even three targets at a time.
It wasn't that the cultists were too weak, but rather the immense backlash from the "White Lotus Calamity Curse."
The incantation of the White Lotus Sect's founder and great protector endowed the cult's cultivators with a fearless fighting spirit, an endurance of pain, and a willingness to sacrifice themselves.
With the blessing of the incantation, the cultists broke through the deadly line set up by Chang Yuan and Gao Su with gunfire and palm lightning, forcing the two to flee in a sorry state.
However, due to the backlash of the spell, the cultists lost the ability to use complex magic and were unable to effectively counterattack the Imperial Guards who were flying kites.
They also lost their ability to judge danger, so much so that even after most of them had been killed by kite flying, they still fearlessly pursued and killed the enemy.
Even with only one cultist left, he still rushed towards Chang Yuan and Gao Su with red eyes.
The last survivor, the Taoist priest from the Lao Jun Sect who used the cloud and mist to block the enemy's arrows, had his head cut off by Gao Su with a Miao sword.
To Chang Yuan's astonishment, melodious heavenly sounds resounded in the secret realm as the old Taoist's head fell to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, flowers rained down from the sky and golden lotuses sprang from the ground, transforming the once gray and barren secret realm into a vibrant and colorful place.
Where the blood of cultivators had soaked, a warm, blood-red spiritual light emanated, and vibrant red spiritual herbs sprouted.
The corpses lying on the ground decomposed and sank rapidly, giving birth to tender green shoots. The spiritual grass that quietly broke through the soil stood up, its verdant stems and leaves stretching and swaying.
Every plant is full of vitality, exuding a rich spiritual energy. Glistening dewdrops condense at the tips of the leaves, and iridescent light flows between the veins of the leaves.
The rich, clear, and mellow aroma of herbs permeates the entire secluded realm, and one can feel its effects of cleansing the meridians and nourishing the soul with every breath.
They are all top-grade spiritual herbs!
Gao Su stared in disbelief at the flowers and plants: "Vermilion Fruit, Nine-Turn Resurrection Grass, Blood Jade Ginseng... they are all legendary spiritual flowers and herbs!"
"My God, how can there be so many!"
The changes in the secret realm continue.
Immediately afterwards, the thousands of cracks in the secret realm began to glow.
Within the dark, deep fissures, glimmers of gold, silver, and jade light emanated—extraordinarily rare gold essence, star iron, and chalcedony that do not exist in reality.
The originally rough and gray rocks, under the shimmering light emitted by the precious ore, became radiant and dazzling.
Immediately afterwards, the sky above the secret realm underwent a dramatic transformation.
The hazy mist dissipated, revealing a clear blue sky, and the colorful rays of the sunset shone down, illuminating every inch of the secret realm.
The land is teeming with life and treasures. Rare flowers and exotic herbs carpet the ground, and spiritual minerals and precious jade fill the mountains. Spiritual mist swirls around the mountains, and the sounds of Taoist philosophy echo across the wilderness.
What a wonderful fairyland, a blessed land of treasures!
Chang Yuan and Gao Su were completely speechless, unable to think of anything to express their shock.
But the changes in the secret realm were not yet over; the most precious treasures were only just beginning to appear.
In mid-air, a silver arc pierced through the air, and the three-inch green blade transformed into lightning, emitting a clear and melodious sword cry that resonated in all directions.
Gao Su's mouth dropped open: "A sword that can fly autonomously? This... this is at least a second-tier Spirit Condensation Treasure!"
"The first treasure is of such a high grade, then..."
Chang Yuan added solemnly, "It is very likely that a third-order Origin Tracing Magic Treasure will appear."
As the two were talking, a bright red pearl, resembling the blazing sun, slowly rose from the nearby cluster of spiritual herbs.
The surface of the pearl was covered with fiery patterns, its radiant light reflecting off half the sky. It did not feel hot, so it must be of the Li Fire type.
Gao Su murmured, "It should be a spirit-concentrating treasure containing the essence of true fire."
"If only I could have it. This treasure is perfect for my father's chronic leg pain, as it can dispel the cold and dampness, repair old injuries to the meridians, and nourish the dantian."
Immediately afterwards, a spiritual spring suddenly gushed forth from a hill not far from the three cult protectors.
Everyone could see that in the center of the spiritual spring, there was an ancient jade seal floating.
This seal is pure white and flawless, with a thick and steady seal engraving. The surrounding landscape has illusory images of mountains and rivers, exuding an aura of power and authority.
Spiritual energy fluctuations reappeared in the air, and a nearly transparent, thin as a cicada's wing, shimmering blue silk gauze appeared in the air at some unknown time.
The cyan silk gauze danced freely, leaving behind illusory runes in the air, creating countless phantom images.
Numerous magical treasures appeared one after another in the secret realm, dazzling the onlookers and causing tears to well up in their eyes.
With so many treasures, surely I'll get my hands on at least one!
Amidst the intertwining of precious lights, Chang Yuan faintly sensed that many of the treasures were concealing their brilliance, as if they were afraid of something and dared not contend with it.
He couldn't help but sigh, "It seems there are still real treasures yet to be revealed..."
The secret realm suddenly paused for a moment, then all the radiant light began to converge, countless spiritual streams flowed towards a single point, and the Daoist rhythm fluctuated rhythmically.
The spiritual energy in the void piled up and vibrated layer by layer, eventually converging into a vast and ancient pillar of light that reached the boundless heavens and descended to the core of the secret realm.
Within the beam of light, a book is slowly descending.
The book's cover is a dark gold color, with white Taoist patterns around the edges, bearing the weight of countless ages, yet still as new as ever.
An unparalleled Daoist aura, encompassing heaven and earth and swallowing the universe, spread out as the book descended.
All the magical treasures trembled, as if they had encountered a noble, superior treasure.
Chang Yuan took a deep breath and said to Gao Su, "This is 'that book,' prepare for battle!"
Gao Su nodded, began wiping the revolver, reloading the bullets, and installing spare bullets in the loader.
Chang Yuan was also preparing, and for the first time ever, he loaded six Yangyan bullets into the magazine, intending to give the cultists a big surprise when the scramble began.
As the book drew closer to the ground, its aura grew stronger.
Wherever this aura went, the spiritual treasures hummed and trembled, the spiritual herbs on the ground all drooped their leaves, and the underground mineral deposits withered their precious light.
The entire secret realm seemed to be surrendering.
The Embroidered Uniform Guard and cult members were no exception, because when you're under someone else's roof, you have to bow your head.
But Chang Yuan's senses were different; he detected a familiar feeling in the aura.
I can't quite explain it, but it just feels very familiar.