Chapter 102: The Purple Radiance Sword

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Luo Qingyuan asked curiously, “What is it?”

Pang Yue asked solemnly, “Where did you get this scroll?”

The smile on Luo Qingyuan’s face faded, and she said seriously, “This scroll was purchased by Master Mingfei and me from a street stall. Is there something wrong with it?”

Pang Yue narrowed his eyes and reached out to touch the scroll, which quietly hovered in midair.

Then, he snapped his fingers rapidly, channeling his spiritual power onto the patterns on the scroll one by one.

The indecent illustrations suddenly glowed with spiritual light, illuminating in sequence!

Luo Qingyuan’s expression shifted slightly as she realized there was another secret to the scroll.

Unbeknownst to her, Pang Yue, having sensed the anomaly in the scroll, secretly communicated with his true self and used the Innate Limitless Stele to swiftly unravel the mystery.

The forty-eight patterns were like a coded cipher, hidden within various postures that concealed the key to breaking the code.

It was like a riddle where the answer lay embedded in the question itself.

But because the calligraphy was so exquisitely written, people mistook it for a mere work of art, focusing solely on appreciating the brushwork and thus overlooking the puzzle.

Soon after, spiritual light flickered across the scroll, colors shifted, and a map began to manifest.

Alongside it, lines of writing appeared.

Pang Yue and Luo Qingyuan leaned in to look and exchanged surprised glances.

It turned out to be a treasure map!

No one knew what that cultivator had been thinking, hiding a treasure map within a spring palace painting.

According to the text on the scroll, it belonged to a Golden Core cultivator from the Mysterious Origin Sect of the South Sea who, having provoked enemies, fled to the East Sea and ultimately passed away there.

At his place of passing, he left behind three magical treasures, a legacy, and concealed the location within the map, sealed inside a precious bottle set adrift at sea.

Now, that bottle had long vanished, and the scroll had passed through countless hands before finally landing in Luo Qingyuan’s possession.

“Could this be a trap?” Luo Qingyuan frowned, suspicious.

Evil cultivators often fabricated ancient ruins and set traps, then released various treasure maps or invitation talismans to lure others into their snare.

Nowadays, most so-called ancient cultivation caves or relics in the East Sea cultivation world were fakes.

Pang Yue pondered for a moment and concluded, “It’s probably not fake; otherwise, they wouldn’t have gone through the trouble of crafting such a complicated treasure map.”

“My demonic talisman clone is immortal. I can send it to explore first,” Luo Qingyuan smiled.

“Then once the Golden Core ceremony of the Chongxuan Sect ends, the two of us will go take a look.”

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Pang Yue nodded, rolled up the scroll, and a flicker of unusual light flashed in his eyes.

“Judging by the treasure’s location, it seems not far from the Heavenly Sword Sect…”

…

The next day, the ceremony began.

The nine veins of the Chongxuan Sect each sent a Golden Core cultivator flying out from the mountain city, landing on the Jade Crystal Altar.

The nine Golden Core cultivators radiated grandeur, their aura and treasure light soaring to the heavens.

On the Immortal Welcome Mountain, a crowd of onlookers stood quietly on the pavilion terraces.

Soon, the newly ascended Golden Core真人, surrounded by junior disciples, descended gracefully on a seven-colored auspicious cloud from the Chongxuan mountain city.

This cultivator appeared no older than seventeen or eighteen, dressed in wide-sleeved elegant robes, a faint smile on his face as he walked steadily onto the nine-tiered altar.

Under the supervision of the senior elder officiating the ceremony, he first paid respects to the ancient sages of humanity.

Then he bowed to the sect’s founding ancestors before seating himself on the altar and beginning his discourse.

This was a tradition in the East Sea cultivation world; at the Golden Core ceremony, the honored guest spoke in return to the various sects attending.

The Golden Core cultivator named Meng Xuan spoke in a gentle, magnetic voice, first sharing his insights on breaking through to the Golden Core realm.

Then he taught a secret refining technique—a spell called the “Song of Object Transformation into Treasure”!

It was said to be a divine skill from the Buddhist sect but somehow had spread to other sects.

Meng Xuan’s version was very rudimentary, far removed from the true Buddhist divine skill.

Mastering this song allowed one to directly refine treasure materials, spiritual objects, and demon beasts, with a chance to transform them into magical artifacts.

In ancient times, Buddhist masters could directly refine sixth or seventh-grade treasures with this skill—an otherworldly power.

But Meng Xuan’s secret method could only refine up to mid-grade artifacts.

Even so, it was extraordinary.

The ability to instantly convert multiple arrays and restrictions with divine power showed traces of Buddhist karmic magic.

To Pang Yue and others, this technique was somewhat redundant, only serving as a pastime.

For ordinary Qi-condensation and Dao-basis cultivators, whether they could comprehend it remained unknown.

By revealing this method, the Chongxuan Sect demonstrated its profound foundation.

After this, the Golden Core ceremony concluded.

The guests who came to witness all felt their horizons broadened.

Ordinary wandering cultivators or small sect disciples rarely had such opportunities.

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Next came the presentation of congratulatory gifts from representatives of various sects.

The officiating disciples of Chongxuan Sect respectfully bowed one by one.

Only then did Pang Yue realize that the other eight sects of the East Sea, the four great cultivation clans, and the Alliance of Independent Cultivators’ Mystery Island had all sent representatives.

The three supreme Yuanshen sects—Heavenly Sword, Heavenly Zen, and Heavenly Demon—were conspicuously absent.

The remainder were affiliated noble families of the Chongxuan Sect, the largest group present.

Among the many gifts, the most eye-catching was from the Wu clan of Xingcang, one of the four great cultivation clans of the East Sea.

The Wu clan’s gift was a deep red flame the size of a house!

One of the seven true flames of the current era—the Bingling True Flame!

This flame was fiercely domineering, almost sentient, forming a massive fiery serpent in midair, radiating overwhelming might.

This single true flame was worth as much as a third-grade magical artifact!

The Wu clan’s heritage spanned tens of thousands of years, their foundation deep, second only to the nine sects of the East Sea. Offering such a gift was beyond reproach as boasting.

Yet, this flame alone overshadowed all other gifts.

It stole the spotlight from every other sect and noble family.

On the terrace, Luo Qingyuan smiled at Pang Yue, “The Wu clan is playing their cards well. They want to use the Bingling True Flame to exchange for the Chongxuan Sect’s second-grade flying sword!”

Pang Yue immediately recalled that there would soon be a duel where disciples from various sects competed to show their prowess, with the winner receiving a second-grade flying sword.

The Wu clan’s lavish gift was clearly an attempt to secure that sword in advance…

As the host, the Chongxuan Sect would have to accommodate the Wu clan’s request.

After the gift presentation ended,

Meng Xuan smiled faintly, his voice spreading far and wide, quieting the surrounding area for miles.

He took out a dazzling purple flying sword, forged from condensed thunder, and slowly said:

“This sword is called Purple Radiance, containing twenty-six restrictions. It lacks only two more to become a third-grade flying sword.”

“This sword was obtained a hundred years ago from the ancient battlefield on Fallen Immortal Island, serving as my treasure for demon suppression and protecting the Dao… Now that I no longer need it, any Dao-basis cultivator present who can guard the Jade Crystal Altar will receive this sword as a gift.”

With that, Meng Xuan swept his sleeve and ascended the cloud, smiling down below.

A streak of light flew from Immortal Welcome Mountain and landed on the Jade Crystal Altar, forming a towering, robust figure.

“Wu Hongyu of the Xingcang Wu clan is here. I invite all fellow cultivators to offer guidance!”