Chapter 845: Seeking Treasure

The four individuals were all well-known Core Formation stage rogue cultivators from the South Sea Immortal Cultivation World. The old man in golden robes and the young woman in a blue skirt were known as the Gourd Dual Immortals, each possessing a powerful gourd magic treasure. The young man in green robes and the man in red robes were the Green Moon Dual Fiends.

The lowest cultivation level among them was Core Formation Stage Level Seven, while the highest was Core Formation Stage Level Nine.

Typically, when venturing out for treasure, they would disguise themselves, as methods for changing one's appearance were not uncommon. However, by revealing their true faces, the four naturally intended to intimidate Wang Changsheng and his two companions with their notorious reputations, thereby gaining more influence in the upcoming treasure hunt.

In the immortal cultivation world, strength was paramount. As rogue cultivators, they had no family or sect ties. After this matter concluded, they could easily find a place to seclude themselves for cultivation or change their appearances.

“Fellow Daoist Sun, you’ve finally arrived. Allow me to introduce you: these two are Fellow Daoist Yang.”

The old man in golden robes pointed to the man in green robes and the man in red robes, introducing them with a sincere tone.

The man from Guangdong called himself Sun, having saved the golden-robed old man years ago.

“And these two are Fellow Daoist Wang and Madam Wang.”

The man from Guangdong pointed to Wang Changsheng and his wife, introducing them. Since they were disguised, no one knew each other’s true identities.

“Now that everyone is here, let’s depart! But first, we brothers want five lotus seeds. The remaining nine lotus seeds are for you to distribute as you see fit.”

The man in green robes clasped his hands, his expression indifferent.

A flicker of displeasure appeared in the golden-robed old man’s eyes, but he smiled and said to the man from Guangdong, “Fellow Daoist Sun, you three can have four lotus seeds. The remaining three lotus seeds and the lotus will belong to this old man. Do you have any objections?”

The man from Guangdong looked at Wang Changsheng, who nodded.

The opponents’ cultivation levels were too high. Getting just two lotus seeds would suffice. The golden-robed old man and his three companions were Core Formation cultivators renowned for many years, and Wang Changsheng preferred not to engage them in combat unless absolutely necessary.

“Alright, no problem! Let’s set off quickly! It’s best to be swift to avoid encountering a burst of Spirit-Devouring Qi.”

The golden-robed old man nodded, conjured a golden flying boat, and took everyone aboard, soaring high into the sky at a rapid pace.

Throughout their journey, the sea below remained calm, with no traces of demonic beasts.

Half a year later, the golden flying boat came to a halt. Below them lay an island several thousand miles in size.

Vegetation was sparse on the island; a desolate landscape stretched as far as the eye could see. Strangely, however, there were some areas on the island exhibiting restriction fluctuations.

The Spirit-Devouring Sea was an ancient battlefield. Though devoid of spiritual energy, it contained active restrictions.

“The item is on this island, but everyone must be careful. There’s a Fourth-tier demonic beast, a sea urchin beast, on the island. This beast is adept at spraying highly potent poisonous mist at enemies. Be cautious, as even an Nascent Soul cultivator would find it troublesome if its venom touches them. Additionally, there are some lingering restrictions on the island, so everyone must be careful. If you trigger a restriction, even this old man cannot save you. This is, after all, an ancient battlefield.”

The golden-robed old man’s expression was solemn, his face filled with vigilance.

Wang Changsheng looked at the island, a thoughtful expression on his face.

If he remembered correctly, the map Lu Gang had left behind depicted terrain very similar to the Spirit-Devouring Sea. Could Lu Gang have been here before?

The golden-robed old man flicked his sleeve, and a loud buzzing sound filled the air as hundreds of palm-sized golden bees flew out from his spirit beast pouch.

The hundreds of golden bees dispersed, hovering around them.

They slowly descended and began walking towards the island.

On their way here, Wang Changsheng had already learned that the restrictions could change. This meant that a previously safe area might not remain safe indefinitely.

Otherwise, major powers would have long organized low-level cultivators to scout ahead, identify all the restrictions, and retrieve all the treasures.

They did not use their magic power, moving forward at a slow pace.

After the time it takes to steep a cup of tea, they emerged outside a narrow valley, its ground strewn with broken stones.

To the left of the valley lay a desolate plain, and to the right, a barren mountain peak a thousand zhang tall.

Suddenly, a dozen or so golden bees flying ahead abruptly lost control and plummeted to the ground.

Seeing this, the seven individuals, including Wang Changsheng, slightly furrowed their brows.

“It seems we’ll have to change our route and go around from the right!”

The golden-robed old man suggested. With a thought, dozens of golden bees flew towards the peak.

Wang Changsheng released two first-tier flying puppet beasts, which circled the mountain but found no abnormalities.

Thus, the seven of them began walking up the mountain, not moving quickly.

After crossing the mountain, they found themselves on a barren plain, where not a blade of grass grew.

As they stepped onto the plain, a faint muffled sound came from the ground.

“Something’s coming, underground.”

The golden-robed old man frowned and stopped.

The young man in green robes snorted, and a crisp clang of a blade echoed as a misty green long blade flew out of its sheath and into his hand.

He gripped the green long blade with both hands, and a fierce wind erupted, creating a strong airflow nearby.

Holding the green long blade, he slashed towards the ground.

A loud whooshing sound filled the air as a thirty-zhang-long green blade qi flew out, striking the ground.

Boom!

A tremendous roar sounded. The ground not far ahead suddenly ripped open, revealing a long crack. A block of earth several hundred zhang in size lifted off the ground, flew backward, and crashed heavily to the ground, disintegrating into a pile of dirt.

A huge pit appeared in the ground, and a giant yellow rat lay in a pool of blood, its body severed in half.

Seeing this, Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan were secretly astonished.

“Fellow Daoist Yang, your blade technique bears some resemblance to the Seven Absolutes Sect.”

The man from Guangdong said with some surprise.

“Years ago, I sparred with a fellow Daoist from the Seven Absolutes Sect in the Central Plains Immortal Cultivation World and we exchanged pointers. Why? Has Fellow Daoist Sun sparred with a fellow Daoist from the Seven Absolutes Sect?”

The man in green robes asked with a hint of curiosity.

The Seven Absolutes Sect was a major cultivation sect in the Central Plains Immortal Cultivation World, specializing in blade techniques. Its sect master, the Seven Absolutes Blade Emperor, was unrivaled throughout the Central Plains Immortal Cultivation World.

The man from Guangdong nodded and said, “Years ago, I challenged the Immortal Suppressing Pagoda and dueled with the Seven Absolutes Blade Emperor’s phantom. The memory is still vivid.”

“The Seven Absolutes Blade Emperor? And you won?”

The man from Guangdong gave a bitter smile and said, “How could that be? This old man nearly died. With just one blade strike, I was defeated. That phantom was left behind by the Seven Absolutes Blade Emperor when he challenged the Immortal Suppressing Pagoda during his Core Formation stage. I heard that the Seven Absolutes Blade Emperor has already entered the Nascent Soul stage and is unrivaled across the Central Plains Immortal Cultivation World. He’s probably even more formidable now.”

“How could the Immortal Suppressing Pagoda have the Seven Absolutes Blade Emperor’s phantom?”

Wang Changsheng asked curiously. He had heard of the Immortal Suppressing Pagoda but did not know its specific details.

“Besides conjuring demons, monsters, and ghosts, the Immortal Suppressing Pagoda also conjures phantoms of past challengers to attack current challengers. However, only cultivators with significant divine abilities can leave a phantom in the Immortal Suppressing Pagoda; not just anyone can do so.”

The man from Guangdong explained.

“Alright, let’s continue our journey! It’s not too late to discuss this further once we leave the Spirit-Devouring Sea.”