Cultivation: Fortune by Lots-Chapter 503 - 255. The Sword Passed Down for Thousands of Miles (Two-in-One Chapter)

Chapter 503: 255. The Sword Passed Down for Thousands of Miles (Two-in-One Chapter)

After dealing with Ye Zhenxing, Gao Xian, and the Jingxiang monk, Lei Jun beckoned from the air.

The three Mysterious Gold Sword Pills that had just slain Ye Zhenxing automatically flew back from a distance.

With his current cultivation realm, further refining the spiritual power from the Mother-Child Condensing Essence Beads, he had already reached the point where, for certain magic artifacts and magical treasures, he could control them remotely just like a true Daoist Artifact Refining Sect cultivator, at least for simple actions.

The Mysterious Gold Sword Pills were mainly forged from Xuanguang Fine Gold, making them extremely sturdy. Even after being fired at high speed and striking a target with terrifying destructive force, they still remained intact and did not deform.

"Xuanguang Fine Gold truly was excellent material, but it was just too rare," Lei Jun recalled the three sword pills, nodding in satisfaction.

Apart from still being slightly warm, the sword pills remained fully intact.

Lei Jun’s attention then returned to the three-story pavilion from earlier.

The pavilion had already been destroyed by himself along with Gao Xian and Ye Zhenxing.

Lei Jun had quickly judged that the core of the military ritual was in the ancient sword on the second story of the pavilion, so he had decisively struck and broken it.

Once the ritual was lost, the other ritual implements, each on their own, became delicate yet fragile.

As the pavilion collapsed into ruins, the many ritual objects left here were heavily damaged or outright destroyed.

The accumulated weapon aura here, originally rigorous and disciplined, was like a well-trained, elite army under strict command.

But as the ritual collapsed, centering on the fallen pavilion, the army instantly scattered like frightened birds and beasts.

The lethal weapon aura’s remnants lingered, but chaos now reigned as it dispersed in all directions.

However, the Gao Family ancestral land was still laid to ruin by these weapon auras, leaving desolation in their wake.

Anyone near the pavilion had fallen like harvested crops.

The core leadership was swept away in a single stroke.

The disciples at the outskirts, in their confusion, still did not even know what had happened—they only felt as if a sudden disaster from heaven had struck.

The Gao Clan, once a mighty power in Zezhou, might not have faded into history just yet, but it would be hard for them to recover their primordial strength. Without outside help, their likely fate was collapse and dispersal.

Lei Jun, as usual, skillfully used the power of the Dark Side of the Celestial Book to further purge the area.

During this cleanup, something caught his attention.

Beneath the three-story pavilion that served as the core of the ritual, a vast quantity of strange stone lay hidden beneath the earth—like metal, yet resembling rock, with deeply restrained spiritual nature and immense power, all unique in appearance.

Lifeng Rock... Lei Jun understood at a glance.

In fact, this treasure was also kept in the Celestial Master Mansion on Dragon Tiger Mountain. Lei Jun had handled it personally before, and when he broke through the ancestral land of the Jiangzhou Lin Clan, he had also obtained a small quantity.

But the amount back then was minuscule, far smaller than what the Gao Family’s ancestral land held now.

This much Lifeng Rock, there was no way the Gao Clan could have stockpiled it alone—it must have been supplied by the Jinzhou Ye Clan. In fact, even the Jinzhou Ye Clan might not have been able to gather so much on their own in such a short time, so some other families may have helped as well.

With so much Lifeng Rock here, the "moderately good lot" referring to the Fourth Rank Opportunity must have meant this place... *Lei Jun pondered.*

This item was rare and widely useful. Many Taoist heritages, such as Daoist Talismans, External Alchemy, Artifact Refining, Martial Tao Weapon Strike, Confucian Classical Studies, and even Divine Archery, all put Lifeng Rock to good use.

Martial Tao Weapon Strike in particular, aside from using this Lifeng Rock to forge divine weapons and sharp arms, could even use it to accelerate their own cultivation.

Such a large quantity of Lifeng Rock—if a cultivator inherited the Weapon Strike Lineage, its value was likely far beyond the scope of a Fourth Rank Opportunity.

Lifeng—meaning sharpening the edge.

With these Lifeng Rocks assisting, no wonder the Gao Family’s ancestral land could accumulate and marshal such a vast amount of weapon aura for their military ritual in so short a time.

The military ritual here at the Gao Family ancestral land corresponded to the "autumn command" of the Four Seasons army rites.

Under normal circumstances, results were hard to see in the short term.

Over time, they’d risk being detected from the outside.

*It was impressive that Ye Moquan managed to requisition so much Lifeng Rock and scale up the "autumn command" army so rapidly.*

After gathering the Lifeng Rock, Lei Jun did not linger, but immediately left.

With the Four Seasons military rituals linked, destroying the "commanding autumn" in Zezhou would be discovered at once in Jinzhou.

Ye Moquan himself was probably too preoccupied to care, but others were unpredictable. Having wrecked the ritual here, Lei Jun had already accomplished his purpose, and did not want to get drawn in any further. By keeping his presence hidden while leaving the enemy exposed, he could act more freely in the next steps.

Before the outer Gao Clan disciples could even react, he had already departed the ancestral land and sought a secluded, safe spot before pausing—in the interim only.

He first contacted the outside world for the latest news and intelligence, then took a moment to sort through the Lifeng Rock he’d seized.

When all these tasks were done, Lei Jun stretched out his hand. Opening his palm, a peculiar spiritual flower suddenly appeared there.

The flower had four petals, each pure white, but flecked with black spots, as though splattered with ink.

The spiritual flower had come from the Jingxiang monk he’d slain.

Its distinctive appearance instantly reminded Lei Jun of the Never-Blooming Flower he had once seen described in ancient texts.

This flower was fairly famous.

After all, it was tied to the Xuantian Temple, one of the Buddhist Sect’s Four Sacred Grounds.

Back in the day, it had even been seen as the nemesis of Xuantian Temple disciples, drawing the attention of the world.

Of course, in reality, the flower did not truly suppress all heirs of Xuantian Temple.

But most Xuantian Temple disciples did cultivate vows not to kill.

Many had long tried various loopholes and methods to circumvent the Xuantian Temple disciples’ vows, but none had succeeded.

After all, the Xuantian Temple’s inherent school of dharma might lack other strengths, but their protection was peerless—rooted in the heart, blending hard and soft effortlessly.

Until one day in the past, someone finally discovered a spiritual object that could slip past the Xuantian Temple’s dharma—a Never-Blooming Flower.