Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 118: The Legacy of Innate Magus Master?

Chapter 118: Chapter 118: The Legacy of Innate Magus Master?

In the secret chamber sat a person who had already passed away.

Though dressed in ordinary coarse cloth like a common farmer, the figure exuded an aura of unassailable dignity. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Who was this person?

Were they the owner of the hut?

Did they die after killing the corpse outside?

Aizen approached and examined the body carefully, finding the situation rather unbelievable.

This was clearly a Sorcery artist who had stepped into the Innate Magus Stage.

Although dead, their body had not withered or rotted, appearing as lifelike as that of someone still alive.

Were it not for the lack of any breath and the faint odor of decaying flesh emanating from the corpse, one could easily mistake them for the living.

The faint odor of decay suggested that the internal organs of this Innate Magus stage expert had already begun to decompose.

The internal organs, though exceptionally strong in such martial artists—capable of grinding stones through sheer digestive power—are still fragile after death. Once someone dies, bodily functions quickly deteriorate.

Under normal circumstances, within one to three years, a corpse dehydrates. By five years, flesh falls away. By ten years, only bones remain...

Even Innate Magus Stage expert, despite their body resisting decomposition for over a century, could not escape the inevitable process of decay.

Aizen studied the corpse but found no external injuries.

His gaze shifted to the area between the corpse’s eyebrows—the Third Eye Point—where a dark, greenish-black hue was faintly visible.

The same greenish-black discoloration was evident on the corpse’s lips.

This contrast against the corpse’s pale complexion was striking.

"Poisoned to death..."

Aizen understood immediately, forming some hypotheses in his mind. This Innate Magus expert must have been poisoned long before their death.

The person who administered the poison was likely the corpse lying outside.

After poisoning the expert, the culprit must have broken into the hut, intending to finish the job.

The intruder clearly knew how the mechanisms in the hut worked, as they had avoided triggering any traps.

It was also likely that the Innate Magus expert was attempting to expel the poison when the attacker barged in. Forced to fight, they defended themselves.

Though the attacker had not reached the Innate Magus Stage, they must have possessed formidable strength—likely akin to that of a Sorcery artist on the Human Ranking.

Yet, even with such strength, the intruder was ultimately slain by the Innate Magus expert. However, judging by the three wounds on the outside corpse, the expert’s abilities had been severely weakened by the poison, and the battle must have been fierce.

In the end, despite defeating their enemy, the poison had spread through the expert’s internal organs. They retreated to the secret chamber but could not save themselves.

Aizen searched the chamber thoroughly and first discovered a narrow blade.

This blade resembled a Japanese katana or a Wider Dynasty saber, though shorter.

Its blade was narrow and razor-sharp, slightly wider than a sword, and almost completely straight. It seemed designed for stabbing and slicing.

Picking it up, Aizen felt as though he were gripping the cold, skeletal remains of a malevolent corpse.

The icy, all-metal hilt sent a chill through his body.

Could this blade possess a spirit?

Aizen’s eyes gleamed with curiosity.

Examining the weapon further, he found it to be over a foot shorter than the Cold Moon Blade, measuring just about two feet and three inches. It was exceptionally light.

He gave it a gentle shake, infusing the blade with his internal energy. A faint hum resonated from the blade as the dust fell away, revealing its chilling, pitch-black surface.

This blade seemed like it was meant for killing. As the dust cleared, it exuded a distinct aura of bloodlust, as though the scent of blood itself emanated from the weapon.

Aizen seemed to envision the last scene of this blade’s use: its sharp tip piercing someone’s body, striking the Nine Tails Acupoint and ending the victim’s life.

This was a weapon crafted solely for killing.

He felt an eerie energy emanating from the blade, as if simply holding it made murderous thoughts surge within him.

The faint scent of blood seemed to linger in his nostrils.

This blade was undoubtedly a spiritual weapon.

From the very first glance, Aizen liked the narrow blade. He thought that paired with techniques designed for precision killing, it would become even deadlier.

The Cold Moon Blade was suited for large-scale combat with sweeping strikes, whereas this narrow blade excelled in ruthless one-on-one battles.

In narrow paths where courage determines the victor, this blade could carve its way through foes, entering and exiting with ferocity.

Aizen focused his mind briefly, and the attributes of the blade appeared in his thoughts:

"Narrow Blade, Long Blade: Fourth Grade, Superior Quality.

Evaluation: A blade that cleaves through narrow paths, even ghosts and gods retreat from its deadly aura."

"What a fine blade."

Aizen’s eyes glinted with joy. Simply acquiring this weapon made the journey worthwhile.

Although the blade seemed to influence one’s thoughts, its purpose was to kill. With the Ice Spirit Technique to suppress its effects, Aizen was confident he wouldn’t be enslaved by the blade.

He swiped the blade through the air; it was almost silent.

Lightly pressing it against his hand, it cut as though slicing through paper. The Black Fiend Gloves split open with a tear, and Aizen felt a sharp pain in his finger as blood seeped out.

"So sharp."

Aizen inhaled deeply. As expected of a blade wielded by a Innate Magus expert, and of a Fourth-Grade Superior spiritual weapon.

With this blade, killing would indeed feel like cutting through vegetables.

He found its sheath, brushed off the dust, and slid the blade into it.

Turning his gaze back to the Innate Magus expert’s corpse, his eyes grew slightly amused.

The person had died without any sign of pain or struggle, sitting upright in a grand chair with an air of authority.

Most intriguing of all, the deceased had left a blood-written letter on their lap, held in place by both hands.

By the light of his flame, Aizen carefully examined the contents of the blood-written letter. The first part summarized the circumstances of the writer’s death.

As Aizen had suspected, they had been poisoned by someone who later confronted them. After a fierce battle, the poison overwhelmed their heart and they succumbed to it.

The reason for this betrayal? The deceased had possessed a Nine-Orifice Golden Pill .

Aizen’s heart stirred upon reading this. Such a pill was an incredibly rare and valuable spiritual elixir.

The latter part of the letter stated that anyone who kowtowed nine times before the corpse would inherit the deceased’s legacy, including the Nine-Orifice Golden Pill.

"Kowtow to the master to gain treasure"—a reasonable and commonplace expectation.

But after calming down, Aizen grew skeptical.

If this person had truly been a reclusive master with lofty ideals, he might have believed them.

However, everything about the hut—the poison-coated traps and the narrow blade’s sinister aura—suggested the deceased had been a ruthless, malicious individual.

Such a person, akin to one of the demonic path, leaving behind their inheritance out of kindness? That was unlikely.

It was fortunate if the arrangement didn’t turn into a deathtrap.

Yet, if the Nine-Orifice Golden Pill truly existed, it was not something Aizen could afford to miss.

The fact that the corpse outside had gone to such lengths to kill this Innate Magus expert suggested the pill’s existence was plausible.

Aizen continued searching the underground chamber, aware that traps might still be present. He moved cautiously, minimizing his movements.

After nearly half an incense stick’s time, he found nothing. The chamber had no apparent hiding places.

If the treasure did exist, it was likely concealed within a hidden compartment.

Wealth tempts the heart.

The Nine-Orifice Golden Pill is a legendary spiritual treasure recorded in the annals of Sorcery wonders.

It was crafted by Three Willows Seeker, a Seeker who was once revered as the "Living Immortal Magus of the Mortal Stage".

Three Willows Seeker only ever refined one batch of the Nine-Orifice Golden Pill.

It was said that this batch yielded just nine pills, and they could only be consumed by martial artists at the pinnacle of the Magus Blood Refining Stage. Anyone else who attempted to consume the pill would fail to absorb its energy and perish from the resulting explosion of internal force.

This pill was a true spiritual elixir, defying traditional classifications.

Anyone who successfully refined its power could open the Spiritual meridians in a single step, ascending from the mortal to the extraordinary—transforming from magus body refining stage to Innate Magus Stage in one leap.

When the Golden Pill first appeared, Three Willows Seeker gifted three of them to friends and disciples.

Four were sold at astronomical prices, while the last two disappeared with Sanyuan Sanren when he retreated into seclusion.

Now, a Innate Magus Stage expert who had been dead for over a decade claimed to possess one of these pills. Such an extraordinary opportunity was almost unimaginable!

It was no wonder that a magus body refining stage Sorcery artist had risked everything to kill him and steal the treasure.

Even if there was only a slim chance, Aizen had to find this pill.

He could not guarantee that he would succeed in opening the Spiritual meridians on his own. Without them, breaking into the magus body refining stage would be impossible.