Chapter 793: Seven Treasures Magical Technique

"You should say we're going back to settle accounts with those Jun Tuo bastards," Ying Xiaoxiao mumbled, blinking her big eyes inside the soul bell.

Ouyang Feng's face instantly darkened. He spat, "What do you know, you little brat!?"

"Black Swan, you're not even older than me!" Ying Xiaoxiao retorted, fluttering her big eyes.

"I'm warning you, even if you're Chu Feng's sister-in-law, if you annoy this king, I'll still beat you!" Ouyang Feng's spittle flew.

Ying Xiaoxiao puffed up her cheeks in annoyance and fell silent.

It had to be said that the Five-Colored Divine Light was incredibly profound; not only could it brush away everything, but it also allowed for light-speed evasion. In just an instant, they were two thousand eight hundred *li* away.

This divine speed left Ouyang Feng speechless; he felt the wilderness recede in a flash, as if the starry sky was revolving.

Ying Zhexian coughed up a mouthful of soul blood. Her spiritual energy plummeted, making her much weaker.

"Sister!" Ying Xiaoxiao cried out, her face full of worry. She hugged Ying Zhexian's arm, her small face etched with nervousness and heartache, no longer daring to "trick her sister."

In the distance, Pulin howled, consumed by rage. Two batches of "sacrifices" had escaped right under his nose, which he found unbearable.

He roared, "Chase them! Use the Divine Mobility Talismans, no matter the cost!"

The escape of the Feathered Divine Body, Heavenly Fate Immortal Body, and the purple-haired youth was tolerable, but he absolutely could not allow Chu Feng and Ouyang Feng, who possessed holy medicine and divine beast blood, to escape.

"Young Marquis, these divine talismans are too precious; we don't have many!" his confidant whispered next to him, his face very grim.

"Use as many as you have, and go kill them!" Pulin said with a gloomy face, holding his sky-halberd. If he let the people who stole the holy medicine get away, he would surely go mad.

Deep down, he had already planned how to keep the holy medicine and use it to achieve nirvana and a new rebirth.

Streaks of golden light burst forth. Ultimately, fifty people set off, endowed with Divine Mobility Talismans. The weakest among them were quasi-Golden Body level evolvers, with most having reached the Golden Body level.

"Depart!" Pulin led the way, with the fifty individuals setting off first and the main army following behind.

Indeed, their speed increased dramatically, covering vast distances as if shrinking the ground. The fifty individuals traversed the land, escaping hundreds of *li* in an instant.

Believing they were heading in the right direction, these people launched a carpet-like search, pursuing forward, eventually scattering.

The Divine Mobility Talisman was truly astonishing. Although not as fast as Ying Zhexian's Five-Colored Divine Light, it excelled in durability. Even after traveling nearly two thousand *li*, only a single crack appeared on the talisman.

Finally, they did catch up, discovering Chu Feng and his companions.

This was mainly because when Ying Zhexian used the Five-Colored Divine Light to activate the soul bell for escape, the speed was so immense that changing direction mid-flight was difficult; they had traveled in a straight line, and the evasion ended in the blink of an eye.

"Let's see where you'll run now!" Pulin roared, his eyes glowing with divine light, immensely pleased.

At that moment, Ouyang Feng's dark face was almost dripping with sweat. They had used light-speed evasion, yet they were still caught; the opponents were truly outrageous.

An arrow flew in, *boom*, like a blazing sun crossing the sky, extraordinarily brilliant and trailing fierce flames. It was shot by a divine archer.

*Clang!* The soul bell was struck, unleashing dazzling energy ripples that spread in all directions.

Under the soul bell, everyone present coughed up mouthfuls of mixed blood, even Ying Xiaoxiao, who nearly disintegrated from the shock.

Chu Feng's expression was grim. Without the soul bell, they would have been shot dead by that divine archer!

"My ghost slaves, you've been given a chance! Why aren't you kneeling and surrendering!" Pulin reprimanded.

"Go!"

Ying Zhexian softly cried out. Pushing through excessive vital energy depletion, she once again employed the Five-Colored Divine Light, a peerless marvelous art. Activating the soul bell, it hummed and glowed, enveloping them, and they vanished into the void once more.

Again, two thousand eight hundred *li* away, they appeared on a desolate plain. This area was sparse, with some tall plants.

And they saw the Feathered Divine Body, Heavenly Fate Immortal Body, and the purple-haired youth.

The three of them were gasping for breath, especially the Heavenly Fate Immortal Body, who was convulsing all over, his soul light dim, looking like he was suffering from a severe illness – a truly miserable sight.

The three stared at Chu Feng as if they had seen a ghost.

"Greetings, three!" Ouyang Feng, being rather obnoxious, even waved at them enthusiastically in such a situation.

Then, with a flash of Five-Colored Divine Light, they vanished from there again, swiftly moving far away. Ying Zhexian was desperate; she knew the opponent's Divine Mobility Talismans were powerful and could allow them to chase for a very long distance, estimated to be up to one hundred thousand *li*!

"What's going on?" the purple-haired youth who remained looked puzzled.

However, the next moment, they were horrified and then started cursing. The fifty Golden Body level experts had caught up, and they were the first ones in their path.

"Brother Dao, can you still use the Heavenly Fate Immortal Light?" the purple-haired youth asked anxiously. *Whoosh*, an arrow flew in. The three of them dodged at extreme speed, but after the arrow exploded violently there, it still left them in a sorry state, their soul light burning.

"No, I'm done for!" the Heavenly Fate Immortal Body gasped.

"We'll help you!" The Feathered Divine Body and the purple-haired youth desperately channeled their soul light, assisting him in casting that supreme divine art.

Just before eight arrows flew in together, they finally vanished from there. As a result, a massive explosion occurred at their original location. The mountains and rivers in that area collapsed, the ground sank, and lava surged, which was enough to prove the arrows' destructive power.

At this moment, Chu Feng grasped Ying Zhexian's shoulders, desperately channeling soul light to replenish her vital energy.

Otherwise, Ying Zhexian wouldn't have been able to endure it; after multiple consecutive uses, her soul light was almost depleted.

By now, they had fled nearly twenty thousand *li*, changing direction multiple times along the way, finally managing to temporarily shake off their pursuers.

Ahead, ancient forests were dense, with towering old trees. Faint roars of giant beasts could be heard, extremely terrifying. Moreover, even chaotic energy was emerging from distant mountaintops.

What kind of place was this? Chaotic energy was actually overflowing here; it felt quite astonishing.

"Forget it, let's hide in the forest first. We need to quickly heal and consume the holy medicine!" Ouyang Feng exclaimed.

Everything had started because of the holy medicine and divine beast blood. Having narrowly escaped death along the way, they had to quickly consume the great medicine. Otherwise, they would not only grow weaker themselves but might also end up benefiting others, having these fortunes stolen.

After hiding in the forest, Chu Feng quickly set up a domain, concealing all of them and isolating their aura from the outside world.

"From harvesting the holy medicine to this great escape, it's been a narrow brush with death. We've finally temporarily shaken off those bastards, so we need to quickly cleanse ourselves of this Yin energy," Ouyang Feng said.

Ying Zhexian's soul light was dim, relying entirely on Ying Xiaoxiao's support. Chu Feng also went to help, once again transferring over a dozen wisps of soul light to her to stabilize her injured body.

Ying Zhexian's body trembled slightly, because they were all in soul form, and such close contact was akin to the touching of life imprints.

Ying Xiaoxiao was almost in tears, calling out "Sister," extremely worried.

"Don't worry, we have holy medicine. Once we consume it, even the gravest injuries will heal!" Ouyang Feng said.

"That's right, don't worry," Chu Feng also comforted.

"It's truly nothing. It's precisely because I have the holy medicine that I dared to continuously use the Five-Colored Divine Light; otherwise, this would truly be courting death," Ying Zhexian said. Although her gaze was dim, she showed no sign of worry. She shifted her shoulders, gently freeing herself from Chu Feng's hands.

Next, all three spatial bracelets were opened, revealing five stalks of holy medicine. Even if each person took one, there would still be one left, which was very ample.

However, when they intended to consume the holy medicine, they felt a bit helpless; they had no physical bodies, only soul forms.

However, according to Ying Zhexian, herbs of this caliber could have their beneficial substances absorbed by soul light itself; otherwise, how could they be called holy medicine?

Still, this would undoubtedly be incredibly wasteful, as they simply couldn't absorb the parts that were valuable to a physical body.

Ouyang Feng felt like crying, his face full of regret. He said, "If this old man's physical body were here, with this kind of medicine, I would definitely undergo a violent transformation and rapidly elevate my realm."

This great medicine had effects even when consumed by a Quasi-Saint, let alone people of their level.

Chu Feng chose the golden holy medicine, Ying Zhexian picked the silver one, Ying Xiaoxiao hugged a purple one, and Ouyang Feng selected the cerulean blue one.

The several holy medicines were similar, each having eight leaves, all brilliantly translucent and glowing. A rich medicinal fragrance permeated the air, which they could smell even in their soul state.

Therefore, it would undoubtedly bring immense benefits to their souls.

"What a pity," Ying Zhexian said with a slight regret, "if they had grown nine leaves, the medicinal power of these five herbs could have increased tenfold!"

With nine leaves, they would be fully mature, similar to the legendary Kun Blood Grass and麟 Blood Grass, and extraordinarily astonishing.

Of course, having been born in this world, they would also be infused with endless Yang energy, so their medicinal effects would likely be even more astonishing than comparable herbs in the Yang Realm.

A moment later, Ying Zhexian had only refined a small half of a leaf, and her soul injury was healed. She was no longer listless and dim, but instead became full of vigor. This was truly miraculous.

Chu Feng and Ouyang Feng, on the other hand, had only refined a corner of a leaf, and their previously lost spiritual energy was replenished.

Moreover, at this moment, they all felt their souls burning hot, almost as if they were being ignited, because the holy medicine contained incredibly abundant and concentrated Yang energy.

However, it was still relatively gentle; this burning Yang energy did not harm them.

"Truly worthy of being a holy medicine!" Chu Feng exclaimed.

At this point, Ouyang Feng took out the divine beast blood, divided the spoils, and then, eager to use his share, he took out a few drops of blood pulsating with crimson light and poured them over himself.

"Ah..."

Instantly, he let out a wretched scream, black smoke rising from his body. He was almost dissolving, a section of him burned away in a flash. This turn of events was terrifying.

"Damned divine beast blood!" he roared. The pain was unbearable; he felt as if his soul was being ripped apart.

Chu Feng wanted to help but couldn't. Even using secret arts, he couldn't extinguish the bloody flames, only watching Ouyang Feng roll on the ground.

Eventually, the flames formed by the divine beast blood vanished. Black smoke no longer rose from Ouyang Feng's body, and he looked a size smaller. It was clear how severely his soul power had been damaged.

"I was just corroded by the beast blood; it was terrifying! My soul power decreased. This... this is a deadly soul poison!" he exclaimed indignantly.

"No, that's not right. Your Yin energy has decreased, and the Yang energy in your body has become much more concentrated," Chu Feng said, staring at him.

Ouyang Feng paused, then looked delighted. "Huh, the pain was unbearable just now, but now my whole body feels warm, and I seem to be much more comfortable."

Ying Zhexian spoke, "This is a great fortune. Divine beast blood tempers the soul and cleanses Yin energy. However, it also erodes the portion of spiritual energy that is too heavy with Yin energy. But with the holy medicine, you can continuously replenish your spiritual energy with Yang energy."

Hearing this, the others pondered for a moment. It was indeed true, and they were immediately overjoyed.

Ouyang Feng was incredibly excited, saying, "With this, I can cleanse all my Yin energy, strengthen my soul, and from now on be filled with Yang energy, never again suppressed by the creatures of this world!"

Chu Feng was lost in thought; this fortune was too astonishing!

Afterward, he pondered that since his soul would become purely Yang, and his spiritual energy would greatly increase, he should truly consider cultivating divine abilities like the Ten Absolute Arts.

Then, he shamelessly asked Ying Zhexian if the Five-Colored Divine Light was easy to cultivate.

"You want to ask how to cultivate it, don't you? You want the inherited scriptures?" Ying Zhexian asked calmly.

Chu Feng's old face flushed slightly. He truly did have that intention; nothing could be hidden from this formidable woman.

"Ask me, I'll tell you," the silver-haired little loli said with a giggle from the side.

"Teach me too! Then I can go find that bastard Pulin and get revenge!" Ouyang Feng also said shamelessly.

The silver-haired little loli laughed, "You're actually quite suited to practice the Five-Colored Divine Light. A swan's feathered wings spread, five divine lights fly out, brushing away everything—it's quite fitting."

Ying Zhexian spoke, looking at Chu Feng, "Actually, there's no harm in passing on the Five-Colored Divine Light, this peerless divine art, to you."

"Really?" Chu Feng was surprised. Besides the publicly known conditions, there must be secret scriptures for such a profound technique!

This was a closely guarded secret; how could an ordinary person be willing to part with it?

Could Ying Zhexian really be choosing him as her Dao Companion? Chu Feng's mind wandered.

However, a single sentence from Ying Zhexian brought him back to reality, his old face reddening slightly.

"Even if I pass on the scriptures for the Five-Colored Divine Light, you'll only be able to use it in this world. When you return to our original universe, you'll forget everything."

"That's true," Chu Feng sighed, but then a thought struck him about the soul bell. Perhaps there was a chance to retain the memories upon returning?!

"Are there any even more powerful divine arts?" Chu Feng asked.

"The Five-Colored Divine Light can contend with those who have mastered the Ten Absolute Arts without falling behind. It's already the strongest, and you want something even stronger?" Ying Xiaoxiao grumbled, saying he was too greedy and there couldn't be anything more powerful.

"Hmm, let me think. There actually is a forbidden divine art that can surpass the Five-Colored Divine Light," Ying Zhexian suddenly said.

"Ah, there really is?" Chu Feng was greatly surprised.

"Yes, it's called the Seven Treasures Marvelous Art. It's a pity, though, that no one has ever managed to master it throughout history. Even in the Yang Realm, it's a supreme divine art," Ying Zhexian said.

No one had mastered it in the Yin Realm, and legend had it that only one or two people had ever mastered it in the Yang Realm, because its requirements were too demanding.

Chu Feng's heart trembled. The accumulation of the Semi-Immortal Race was indeed formidable; they even knew about such forbidden divine arts.

"You have the scriptures?" he probed.

"Indeed," Ying Zhexian nodded, then asked, "You're not thinking of practicing the Seven Treasures Marvelous Art, are you? You should know that no one has ever managed to master it."