Chapter 848 – Immortal Destiny (continued)

Different from the Heaven Shaking Art that Yang Junshan had been focusing on studying, whether it was the Two Elements of Tiny Dust Azure Light or the two-way magnetic and magical light, Yang Junshan’s process of memorizing the inheritance jade slip was extremely smooth, especially the former. Many of the cultivation processes could be used aeference to the cultivation method of the magnetic precious light, perhaps the fundamental reason lay in the magnetic golden light that Yang Junshan had already mastered.

Seeing that the entire set of inheritance was already memorized, Yang Junshan could not help but sigh in his heart that his luck was not too bad. If not for the fact that he had mastered the magnetic golden light technique, he probably would not be able to comprehend the entire set of inheritance in a short period of time.

Thinking to here, Yang Junshan indistinctly swept his gaze towards Ziyuan’s incarnate, and saw that Ziyuan’s incarnation was smiling faintly, as if everything was under his control. He couldn’t help but be moved, could it be that his own Primary Magnetic Treasure Light Technique was also part of his opponent’s calculations?

Yang Junshan knew that these Taoist patriarchs were not easy to deal with, the feeling of being schemed against at this moment was still something that Yang Junshan resisted from the bottom of his heart, but he was powerless to do it, at least for now!

Yang Junshan finished memorizing all the inherited arts and abilities, and then respectfully returned the Inheritance Jade Strip back to Ziyuan’s incarnation, and even expressed his gratitude and thanks.

And at this time, Ziyuan’s incarnate turned her gaze towards Xiao Xianger, “Girl, remember to tell Xiao Xunqian everything you saw today. He knows what I want and the date of his tribulation is nearing.

Xiao Xianger only turned her head away, ignoring the words of Ziyuan’s transformation.

She knew that Xiao Xianger would definitely inform Xiao Xunqian of what she had seen today, so she turned to Yang Junshan and said, “This sovereign is about to leave this place, after we leave the ruins, I might appear in any region of the Desolation Jedi, you might have already entered the eyes of the Purple Wind Sect, be careful not to get caught.”

Yang Junshan was slightly stunned, and said: “Senior, are you about to leave?”

Ziyuan turned around and looked at him, and said with a smile that was not really a smile, “Why? Do you still want to stay here and try your luck with Immortality?”

After he had finished speaking, he headed straight for his original path.

Yang Junshan and Xiao Xianger looked at each other, and Yang Junshan immediately followed along. Xiao Xianger hesitated for a moment, and then followed along.

In front of a screen of light that was devoid of any color, Ziyuan turned her head and looked at the two of them, and then nodded at Yang Junshan. He went through the barrier of light and left the relic space without looking back.

Yang Junshan turned around and glanced at Xiao Xianger, and said: “You’re not leaving?”

Xiao Xianger responded with a question, “You’re leaving?”

Yang Junshan immediately laughed and said: “You indeed recognized me.”

Xiao Xianger coldly snorted as she reached out her hand: “Give me back my flute!”

Yang Junshan had an ‘a(chǎn)s expected’ expression as he laughed, “Looks like there really are other immortal fates within this Ancestor Cang Xuan’s domain. Let’s go and take a look together!”

Yang Junshan did not immediately take out the flute he obtained from her storage bag. Instead, he asked her to bring him to the land of Immortal Destiny so he could have a share of the share.

Xiao Xianger snorted, she turned and walked back, upon seeing this, Yang Junshan immediately followed, but unexpectedly, the two of them returned to the front of the stone table.

“Here?” Yang Junshan asked somewhat suspiciously.

Xiao Xianger did not bother about him at all, perhaps it was because the inheritance from the Yin Yang Fish was taken out, but the small stone platform in the middle of the stone table did not retract back into the center of the stone table. Instead, Xiao Xianger extended her index fingers into the eyes of the two Yin Yang Fish, causing Yang Junshan to instantly feel the undulations of True Essence, and she poured her own True Essence into the stone table.

Yang Junshan raised his eyebrows, a trace of excitement appearing on his face, and then, the stone platform trembled slightly. A similar expression of joy emerged on Xiao Xianger’s face, and then, the two index fingers that had been inserted into the fish eyes started to rotate with the pattern of a yin yang fish.

Yang Junshan carefully looked at Xiao Xianger’s movements, first spinning a few rounds clockwise, and then turning it a few times in reverse. This repeated several times, and when Yang Junshan heard the crisp sound, he immediately saw Xiao Xianger’s two fingers pulling outwards, causing the yin yang fish stone platform to resemble the stone table just now. The originally seemingly unified stone platform had cracked along the boundary of a yin yang fish, and a stone pillar that was as thick as a small arm rose up from within.

As if he had understood something, Yang Junshan said: “This is to insert the flute. That flute is a key?”

Xiao Xianger nodded and said, “That’s right.”

Yang Junshan took the flute in his hand, but was not in a hurry to insert it inside. Instead, he asked: “After opening it, what treasure is inside?”

Xiao Xianger shook her head: “I don’t know either, Master Grandfather only wanted me to bring the things inside back to the sect, but didn’t say what it was.”

“Do you think I would believe that?” Yang Junshan asked with a smile.

Xiao Xianger glanced at the flute in Yang Junshan’s hands and said: “Whether you believe it or not, Grandfather only said that he is unwilling to let the Purple Wind Sect’s inheritance leak out.”

“Is it an inheritance?”

Yang Junshan rubbed his chin and said: “Looks like it’s the same as that two-way magnetic and magical light, the Purple Wind Sect’s inheritance is not cut off, it’s only to prevent the inheritance from leaking, that’s why I want you to bring it back to the sect.”

Xiao Xianger’s expression was filled with hatred as she said somewhat angrily: “Are you going to open the flute or not, if you don’t, return the flute to me!”

“Alright, let me try!”

Of course, Yang Junshan would not return the flute, but just as he was about to insert the flute into the hole, his expression changed slightly, but he did not stop moving, and directly inserted it into the hole on the stone pillar.

A few soft “kacha” sounds came out, Yang Junshan’s senses sensed that a few stone incantations had shot out from the cave and stuck themselves into a few holes on the flute. Following Xiao Xianger’s instructions, he turned the flute and the nine man true energy started to pour down the flute uncontrollably.

Yang Junshan’s expression instantly changed. He wanted to struggle free from the hand holding the flute, but he found that the flute had rooted itself firmly to his palm, and he was using the nine man true energy in his body to try to cut the True Essence leaking out of his body. Although it greatly reduced the flow of his True Essence, it was still unable to completely cut off the connection between them.

Yang Junshan suddenly raised his head to look at Xiao Xianger, only to see her smiling at him with a complacent smile.

“You schemed against me?” Yang Junshan said coldly.

“That short flute was originally mine!” Xiao Xianger said coldly.

“Don’t forget, I was the one who saved your life in the Arctic Icecap!”

Xiao Xianger laughed coldly: “Don’t worry, killing is forbidden within the spatial remains of Ancestor Cang Xuan. This flute will at most drain the true essence in your body, and you will recover after recuperating for two to three months!”

Yang Junshan sneered: “Desolation Jedi can open it for two to three months?”

Xiao Xianger was completely focused on listening to the “ka ka” sounds coming from the stone pillars, and did not think much of it, “When the time comes, you will be thrown out.”

His cultivation was completely drawn out, even if he was flung out, he would not have a single strand of cultivation in two to three months. Whether it was in Desolation Jedi or in the Sand Country, wouldn’t he only be at the mercy of others?

Just as Yang Junshan was about to take measures to prevent the True Essence in his body from leaking, he saw Xiao Xianger’s face suddenly change, he was startled, and only then did he realise that following the infusion of True Essence, the rhythmic sounds coming from the stone pillar suddenly became chaotic.

“This is …”

Yang Junshan was startled, and then he heard Xiao Xianger exclaim: “Not good!”

Just as she finished speaking, Yang Junshan felt his palm loosen and the flute that was initially grasped in his palm suddenly shattered. Having lost the flute as a medium, the true essence that was leaking out of his body immediately stopped and the sound that came from the stone pillar also came talt.

“How could this be …” Xiao Xianger was at a loss as to what to do.

Yang Junshan said coldly: “Looks like there’roblem with this short flute, or perhaps it isn’t the key to open the secret treasury at all.”

Xiao Xianger said: “This is the key that Master Grandfather meticulously made according to the letter that Ancestor Cang Xuan left behind, there shouldn’t be any mistakes!”

“So it’s a copy!” Yang Junshan’s heart was moved.

Xiao Xianger glanced at Yang Junshan, and said: “Ancestral Master Cang Xuan’s final treasure trove cannot be opened. If you were to take revenge after leaving the relic, you might as well leave right now.”

Seeing Xiao Xianger’s somewhat disappointed expression, Yang Junshan still sneered coldly, but she didn’t move her feet.

Xiao Xianger’s foot paused, she turned around and looked at Yang Junshan, and said: “What, you still want to stay here? Without the key left behind by Ancestor Cang Xuan, it is impossible for us to open the last secret scripture! ”

Yang Junshan laughed: “Why are you so anxious to have me leave the relic?”

Xiao Xianger’s eyes flashed, but she still asked: “What do you mean?”

Yang Junshan pointed to the broken pieces of the flute on the stone platform and said: “Since your grandfather can imitate a flute, and since you have already failed, then you can naturally imitate a second flute as well. I’m afraid that your imitations are even better than the first one, am I right?”

Xiao Xianger’s face changed, but she heard Yang Junshan laughing: “You are pretending to leave, perhaps you want to leave like how Ziyuan left when she turned into herself, and come back to test the other key in her hand?”

Xiao Xianger’s thoughts were seen through by him, and she could not help but ask in anger, “What exactly do you want?”

“It’s very simple. You can try using the other flute on your body right now. You don’t have to worry that I’ll kill you here, or you can leave here first and I’ll believe that you don’t have the key!”

Xiao Xianger looked at Yang Junshan fiercely, but Yang Junshan remained calm and continued to smile. In the end, Xiao Xianger still gave in, and witouch of her palm on her waist, a flute that looked exactly the same as the flute from before appeared in his hands.

Yang Junshan extended a hand to indicate to her, but his heart was actually communicating with the pangolin in his dantian: “You can feel just what is inside?”

It was unknown when the Pangolin squatted on top of the residual mace’s handle, but it said: “I don’t know, but there is definitely something that has some similarities with me, just like the rhyme stone you obtained back then.”

In fact, the reason why Yang Junshan still allowed his True Essence to be activated was because the Pangolin was willing to help him cut off his True Essence at any time, and its previous display of anger was jusesult of Xiao Xianger purposely saying those words, but before the Pangolin had even made a move, the fake flute had already shattered on its own.

After Xiao Xianger inserted the flute into the stone pillar, she encountered the same situation as Yang Junshan, in which her true essence was being drained.

The flute in Yang Junshan’s hand shattered in less than the time it took to brew a cup of tea. The duration of this flute was obviously longer, but just as Xiao Xianger’s face became more and more pale, but the smile on her face became more and more concentrated, the messy “ka ka” sound once again rang out, and under Xiao Xianger’s helpless gaze, the flute broke apart again.

“Seems like it still won’t work!” The schadenfreude on Yang Junshan’s face was not concealed.

Xiao Xianger glanced at Yang Junshan with disgust before turning around and walking out.

Yang Junshan immediately followed behind her, and asked: “Do you have any other ways, do you really want to leave? I’ll have to wait for you to leave before I leave, who knows if you’ll lie to me again!”

Xiao Xianger suddenly turned and glared at Yang Junshan, and then, without looking back, he went through the spatial barrier and left the ruin.

Yang Junshan stood in his original spot for a moment, but in reality, he had carefully looked through everything around him with his spirit sense. In the end, he did not discover anything else, and started muttering to himself: “Seems like he really left!”

After he finished speaking, Yang Junshan did not leave, but instead turned around and walked back towards the stone table. After walking around the stone table, he looked at the stone pillars on the stage that had yet to retract, and actually held a short flute in his hand: “Look at this flute, it shouldn’t be a coincidence!”

Although the short flute in Yang Junshan’s hands looked exactly the same as the previous two, it was actually mottled and aged, as if it had been buried underground. It looked like it had accumulated over a long period of time.

At that time, he did not know what use the flute had, but because his cultivation was still low, and he felt that he had not seen enough, Yang Junshan decided to keep it.

Although he did not know what use this flute had later on, when he obtained the second identical flute from Xiao Xianger’s storage bag s, other than the seemingly new one, Yang Junshan felt that this flute might have another use.

In the Cang Xuan Ancestor’s spatial ruin, when Yang Junshan saw this stone pillar, he was almost certain what the flute’s true purpose was. Only, since he and Xiao Xianger were both scheming against each other, under the condition that Xiao Xianger was also well aware of the flute’s uses, she would naturally not reveal the first flute she got.

Now that both Ziyuan’s clone and Xiao Xianger had left and it was impossible for any other person to enter after the complete set of four incomplete diagrams, Yang Junshan could finally relax and boldly reopen the Blue Profound Ancestor’s secret treasury once more.

With the continuous infusion of true essence, a layer of light appeared on the mottled surface of the short flute. This was something that had never happened before.

When about half of the primeval essence in his body was drained away, Yang Junshan suddenly felt the short flute in his hand loosen up, the “ka ka” sound had disappeared, and after being slightly startled, he tried to turn the flute a little, and with a “beng” sound, the stone pillar suddenly split to two sides, and a palm-sized object was about to fly away after being ejected from the flute.

Receiving the Pangolin’s notification, Yang Junshan was naturally prepared. In the instant the light flashed, Yang Junshan reached out and grabbed it, and the immense force behind the attack caused Yang Junshan to stagger forward a few steps, and actually knocked the stone table over.

Yang Junshan didn’t even have the time to think about how the specially made inheritance stone table became so weak. His attention was already being attracted by the sharp pain coming from the center of his palm, and he saw that there was fresh blood seeping out from between his fingers, but the moment he grabbed onto the object that was flying out of his hand, the object’s edge split his palm apart by two inches, and fresh blood instantly stained it.

“What is this, a token?”

Yang Junshan looked at the object in his hand that was neither gold nor jade, and was as wide and narrow as a normal command medallion. Beneath the dense light that appeared on the surface of the object, there were lines upon lines of profound veins. These kinds of patterns looked similar to the pattern on the rhyme stone in Yang Junshan’s hand, but lacked a natural charm.

Yang Junshan flipped the object over again, only to see that the surface was still covered with dense and profound runes, but these runes were like decorations that surrounded the two words in the middle, “Primordius”!

Yang Junshan was stunned, he still did not know what use this thing had, but after looking carefully, he suddenly realised that the blood on his palm was seeping into the object.

Just as Yang Junshan thought that it was “not good”, a voice that sounded like the great yellow bell suddenly sounded out in his mind: “I don’t have as much as Jiu Rou, if I become a True Immortal it would be difficult to shackle the heavens and earth, it would be even harder to enter the heart of the immortal palace, so I cherish the distance as a vile person.

Yang Junshan cried out, the voice was likod that was stabbed into his brain, fiercely stirring it up a few times, causing him to curl up on the ground, becoming extremely muddle-headed. However, the voice that rang out was as clear as if it was carved into his brain.

After half a day, Yang Junshan finally stopped trembling, and heaved a sigh of relief, only then did he realise that he seemed to have been pulled out of the water, his entire body was drenched, and even without looking at him, he knew that his face was extremely ugly.

When he lifted up his palm to look, he discovered that the token inscribed “Primordius” had already disappeared. The cut on his palm had somehow been restored to its original state.

Yang Junshan stood up, and scanned his surroundings. He discovered that he was still inside the relic space, and that the stone table he touched had already shattered into pieces.

At this time, Yang Junshan’s heart moved, his Spiritual Sense entered his dantian, but he discovered that atop the Sky Splitting Peak, right next to the residual mace that was inserted into the giant peak, a token-like object was also inserted halfway into the mountain. However, this token was no longer the size of a palm, but had become one foot long.