Longevity: My Talents Are a Bit Abundant-Chapter 397: Spiritual Artifact’s Power

In magical combat, cultivators determine not just victory or defeat, but life or death.

Life and death often hinge on a mere moment.

There’s no room for holding back.

Murong Cheng reacted extremely fast.

When Shen Xuan unleashed the Vigorous Shock sound wave spiritual attack, Murong Cheng blocked most of the damage with a white bone fan.

With a swoosh.

He transformed into escape light and turned to flee without looking back.

Without a hint of hesitation.

It must be said, these Saint Children of Demon Sect possess not only formidable strength.

Their judgment and reaction speed are also top-notch.

When the situation turns unfavorable, they decisively withdraw, regardless of their companions’ lives or deaths.

Even if they are closest brothers.

However, Murong Cheng’s speed was still not fast enough.

The sound wave spiritual attack Shen Xuan initiated was a fan-shaped group attack.

Although Murong Cheng blocked most of the damage, his vitality was still shaken, and his body slightly sluggish.

Straight ahead.

Suddenly, the figure of a Shadow Octopus appeared, shining with golden light, its eight tentacles like venomous snakes, entwining Murong Cheng’s body, blocking his path.

"Damn it!"

Murong Cheng dared not get entangled and turned to flee in another direction.

With a rumbling sound!

A Celestial Thunder descended from the sky.

"Ah!"

Murong Cheng used the white bone fan to block the thunder, his body conducting the thunder power, emitting faint azure arcs.

In mid-air, a Thunder Beast was hitting its abdomen, unleashing one Thunder God’s Fury after another, continuously striking Murong Cheng.

"Shen Xuan, you’re actually cultivating Corpse Refining Sect techniques!"

Murong Cheng’s white bone fan was blackened by the Thunder God’s Fury, on the verge of being unable to resist.

"Shen Xuan, I’m not done with you!"

Seeing Shen Xuan not responding, Murong Cheng shouted.

His body swelled, evil qi surging all over, horns grew on his forehead, hair grew suddenly, eyes fierce as a ferocious ghost.

His aura rapidly ascended to the peak of Demon Foundation Perfection.

"Shen Xuan, you forced me! Today, it’s us fight to the end!"

Murong Cheng’s gaze was venomous, his face blurred, voice chilling.

As soon as he finished speaking.

He held a pair of bizarre ring-shaped demon blades, surging with evil qi, with a heavy swing, bursting with powerful magic power, severing the approaching Shadow Octopus’s tentacles.

In front of Shen Xuan, he summoned the Ice Soul Divine Sword, looking seriously at Murong Cheng, without charging forward.

Murong Cheng was the Saint Child of Yin Sha Sect, also from the Murong family of Demon Sect, surely had many aces up his sleeve.

Shen Xuan did not want his Dao body to sustain the slightest damage.

Using corpse beasts to entangle and attacking from a distance was the best option.

Shen Xuan was well aware.

At this time, Murong Cheng appeared strong, wanting a fight to the death.

In reality, he still harbored thoughts of fleeing.

This kind of secret technique to elevate realm cultivation, at the cost of potential, was time-limited.

Unless absolutely necessary.

Murong Cheng did not want mutual destruction.

Shen Xuan showcased strength comparable to a Fake Pill True Master, along with two eerie Tier Two Upper Grade corpse beasts, two Foundation Establishment companions.

Among them, one corpse beast was a Thunder Beast, which suppressed him with continuous thunder attack.

No matter how calculated, Murong Cheng had no chance of winning.

Murong Cheng hurled harsh words, extricated himself from the Shadow Octopus’s grasp, intending to escape in another direction.

However, at this moment.

A stone and weed-like thing suddenly leaped up, jaws opening wide, its white sharp teeth cold and sharp, biting into Murong Cheng’s thigh.

"What is this!"

A piercing pain surged through his heart.

Murong Cheng was shocked.

Just before, distracted, he had been sneaked upon by an Iron-Beaked Sea Crocodile that bit him.

It wasn’t his fault.

The Iron-Beaked Sea Crocodile was adept at disguise.

And this Iron-Beaked Sea Crocodile, being a corpse beast, had no life aura at all.

In Murong Cheng’s panic, all his focus was on Shen Xuan and the other two corpse beasts, not noticing the ambush.

The third corpse beast!

And a Tier Two Top Grade Iron-Beaked Sea Crocodile!

Murong Cheng lamented in his heart.

The ring-shaped demon blades struck heavily on the Iron-Beaked Sea Crocodile’s head.

With a clang.

Sounded like gold and stone clashing.

The Iron-Beaked Sea Crocodile’s head caved in deeply, revealing golden bones inside.

"So hard!"

Murong Cheng was filled with disbelief.

With his peak Demon Foundation Perfection battle power, a full-force strike from his lifebound demon treasure.

Even a Tier Two Top Grade demon beast would suffer heavy injury, not be unscathed.

The Iron-Beaked Sea Crocodile before him had clearly been augmented by some secret technique.

The already tough demon body was now even harder than steel, impervious to blades and spears.

Even with Murong Cheng’s secret technique-enhanced battle power.

During normal times.

It might only leave a shallow dent, with damage output tending to zero.

Murong Cheng looked around.

The three Tier Two corpse beasts, combined with Shen Xuan facing him, had him completely surrounded.

Death’s grip encircles him, enemies on all sides.

Let alone not being able to destroy the three corpse beasts.

Even if he managed to do so, he would still face attacks from Shen Xuan and Ling Feiying.

"Ling Feiying, persuade Shen Xuan to stop! Our grievances, erased."

"That piece of Moon Soul Jade will be yours!"

Murong Cheng incessantly attacked the Iron-Beaked Sea Crocodile with the ring-shaped demon blades, yet it never let go.

"This leg is lost!"

Murong Cheng resolved fiercely, swinging the ring-shaped demon blades, severing his entire thigh.

Enduring the excruciating pain, the ring-shaped demon blades erupted with magic light, repelling the Iron-Beaked Sea Crocodile.

"Shen Xuan, I am the Saint Child of Yin Sha Sect, and a direct descendant of Murong family. Can we talk?"

"If you spare me, name your conditions!"

Shen Xuan smiled slightly.

The Ice Soul Divine Sword returned to his Dantian.

"Young Master Murong, you should have said so earlier!"

"Had I known, we wouldn’t have needed such a tough fight!"

Shen Xuan gathered back his magical power aura.

It seemed they were to shake hands and negotiate terms.

"How is your leg?"

"No problem! Merely a minor injury."

Mourning, Murong Cheng said through gritted teeth.

Activating secret technique silently.

A new leg grew back.

But the skin was tender, like that of a newborn.

"Admirable, Young Master Murong!"

"Regeneration of lost limbs, impressive!"

In Shen Xuan’s eyes, a flash of crimson light appeared.

A purple golden seal suddenly appeared in his hand.

Surrounded by a seven-colored aura, spiritual light overflowed.

On the surface of the golden seal, extremely mysterious magic patterns emerged.

Under Shen Xuan’s infusing spiritual power, nine purple divine dragons materialized, lifelike and vivid.

"Moo!"

The nine dragons simultaneously let out dragon roars resembling that of an old ox, with a violent and magnificent mysterious aura rapidly spreading in all directions.

"Not good!"

Murong Cheng’s heart was filled with dread, and upon seeing the Purple Gold True Water Seal, his first thought was to get as far away from it as possible.

However, after the nine purple dragons roared, his blood was shocked, his mind fatigued, his entire body weakened, and his internal magic power was stalled.

In the next moment, the golden light of the Purple Gold True Water Seal intensified, expanding to the size of a millstone.

"Swift!"

As Shen Xuan shouted.

The Purple Gold True Water Seal instantaneously smashed down on Murong Cheng’s head.

With a "puff,"

Murong Cheng’s massive demonic body turned into powder.

Ling Zhenfeng watched in shock.

Just now, Murong Cheng had used a secret technique to raise his realm to the peak of Demon Foundation Perfection, almost reaching the strength of a Fake Pill Demon Lord.

Yet, after Shen Xuan summoned the golden seal magical treasure.

He couldn’t withstand even a single breath.

Smashed into powder in an instant.

No, it’s not a magical treasure.

No magical treasure could possess such powerful might.

Is it a spiritual artifact that only a True Master can drive?

Ling Zhenfeng was deeply shaken.

He knew his classmate, with his extraordinary talent, was a late bloomer.

In Cyan Yang Prefecture, he struck down the Saint Child of the Blood Spirit Sect and an old Demon Foundation Perfection demon.

However, even if he racked his brains.

He couldn’t fathom.

That Shen Xuan, with his middle stage Foundation Establishment cultivation, could drive a spiritual artifact used by a Core Formation True Master.

And in one blow, vanquished the peak Demon Foundation Perfection Murong Cheng.

This made the snake demon bow he had constantly trained on Murong Cheng appear redundant.

At this moment, Shen Xuan’s body swayed.

His face pale.

Unable to even stand steadily.

The Purple Gold True Water Seal retracted its treasure light, returning to its original form, and fell directly to the ground.

"Senior Brother!"

Qin Yuehan cried out in alarm.

"It’s nothing, overexerted, Dao Foundation Spirit Sea is exhausted!"

Shen Xuan said, panting.

"I have a bottle of Ten Thousand Years Spirit Milk, help me drip a few drops into my mouth."

Forcing himself, Shen Xuan extracted a jade bottle from the storage pouch, but he couldn’t even pull out the cork.

"Alright!"

Qin Yuehan didn’t hesitate, grabbed the jade bottle, pulled the cork, and poured three drops of Ten Thousand Years Spirit Milk into Shen Xuan’s mouth.

Shen Xuan sat cross-legged, refining the Ten Thousand Years Spirit Milk.

After over a hundred breaths.

Some color returned to his cheeks.

Ling Zhenfeng stood silently, watching Shen Xuan, his face calm as water.

He could tell Shen Xuan had exhausted all his strength driving the golden seal.

Spiritual power depleted, barely one part left per ten.

At this time, if he were to act.

Shen Xuan and Qin Yuehan together wouldn’t be his match.

Despite only being at the late stage of Demon Foundation.

He managed to fight and escape from Murong Cheng and the three with real battle power only slightly inferior to Murong Cheng at Demon Foundation Perfection.

If it were just the Niu brothers, Niu Dahai and Niu Dajiang, he wouldn’t even bat an eye.

"So, Brother Shen is testing me?"

Ling Zhenfeng mused to himself.

Actually, tonight’s incident was indeed an accident.

He used a demon treasure to conceal his aura and mixed into Dragon Gate Market.

The delay was slightly longer.

After coming out, the demon treasure’s effect weakened.

Then, he was discovered by Murong Cheng and the three who had been tracking him.

It was not a deliberate setup.

Previously, he feigned allegiance to Murong Cheng.

In an ancient cultivator’s secret realm, he was the first to take the Moon Soul Jade, a high-quality Core Formation Spiritual Object.

That’s why Murong Cheng and the other two became enemies with him and tracked him all the way.

During the chase, he had a quick thought, intending to leverage Shen Xuan’s power to eliminate the three.

He knew well that Shen Xuan’s strength was no less than his own.

Originally, he planned for Shen Xuan to hold Murong Cheng while he and Qin Yuehan would team up to kill the Niu brothers.

The three of them would then join forces to besiege Murong Cheng.

In terms of both sides’ strength.

He, along with Shen Xuan and Qin Yuehan, against Murong Cheng and his three, could at least hold an unbeatable position.

He never would have thought.

That Shen Xuan didn’t even consider Murong Cheng and his trio.

First letting Qin Yuehan engage in magical combat with Niu Dahai to vent her frustration.

Later, directly facing one against three.

Instantly defeating the Niu brothers with body refining techniques and sound attacks.

Then using three Tier Two Corpse Beasts to entangle Murong Cheng.

After Murong Cheng used a secret technique to enhance strength.

Pretending to agree to negotiations.

Directly using a tremendously powerful spiritual artifact to crush Murong Cheng into powder.

"In the end, Brother Shen still harbors suspicion towards me."

Ling Zhenfeng sighed softly in his heart.

But he held no resentment.

If it were him.

He would probably be more suspicious than Shen Xuan.

His primary guideline for surviving in a Demon Sect like the Yin Sha Sect was not to trust anyone.

Even if it were his master or the lady beside his pillow.

Ling Zhenfeng kept his distance.

Never approaching Shen Xuan.

This was to avoid increasing Shen Xuan’s suspicions.

After all, Shen Xuan and Qin Yuehan were his only friends in this world.

At this moment, Shen Xuan had somewhat regained his strength.

He slowly stood up.

Retrieving the Purple Gold True Water Seal.

And put the three Corpse Beasts back into the Corpse Beast Bag.

"Ah Feng, lend a hand, you handle this."

Shen Xuan said with a smile.

"Be careful, don’t damage the storage pouch."