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Novel: [The Primordial Law]
Volume 5: [Seeking Immortality in the Eastern Sea]
Volume 5 (Pinyin): [Dong Hai xun xian]
Chapter 95 (532): [Holy Spiritual Pill]
(95th of Volume 5)
Translator: Shadow Knight AK
Editor: Shadow Knight AK
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"Whoosh!"
Li Weiyi used his Spiritual Qi to lift Lu Jingshen and the severely injured Seventh Phoenix from the ground, transforming them into a swirling Purple Mist.
Empowered by the Governor's Robe, he instantly teleported them several miles away.
Behind them, Luo Pingdan shattered the Dragon Soul's head with a casual strike, reducing it to a wisp of soul mist.
He summoned his Cosmic Pouch and collected the mist, recognizing it as the Heavenly Emperor's Dragon Soul of Flying Dragon, thanks to his extensive knowledge and exceptional memory.
"Swish!"
Leaping onto the back of the Rooster, Luo Pingdan pursued them relentlessly.
His Psychic Power remained locked onto Li Weiyi, his interest piqued by the legendary Governor's Robe, which he coveted for himself.
Raising the Red Copper Staff above his head, he shook the two copper bells, unleashing a Psychic Power attack.
Li Weiyi knew he couldn't withstand the terrifying Psychic Power of a Nine-Star Spiritual Master.
Abandoning all pretense, he retrieved the Evil Camel Bell and began shaking it, relying on the spiritual artifact's defensive capabilities.
"Clang! Clang!"
The sound of bells echoed across the heavens and earth, their clanging notes clashing in a chaotic dance.
As long as he kept the Camel Bell's true form hidden, refrained from activating its supreme power, and avoided awakening the Camel Soul within, who would suspect it was the infamous Evil Camel Bell?
In the Demonic and Devilish Paths, similar bell-shaped spiritual artifacts were commonplace.
Even imitations of the Evil Camel Bell existed.
Li Weiyi's head throbbed violently from the Evil Camel Bell's incessant ringing, rendering him unable to use spatial teleportation.
He was forced to rely on a Divine Speed Talisman to flee.
Luo Pingdan, pursuing close behind, was equally tormented by the bell's maddening sound.
His chest tightened, his breath grew short, and his mind swarmed with chaotic thoughts.
He stubbornly resisted using his Holy Spiritual Master's Spiritual Light.
A rustling sound came from the ground to their right.
The Silver Sand River materialized, surging forward.
Xie Wumian's voice echoed from within the sand: "Block his Nianli (Psychic Power) Artifact's attacks! I'll take his life."
"Okay!" Luo Pingdan replied.
He knew that Xie Wumian's pursuit meant he had already dealt with An Zhiruo.
Pulling out a stack of talisman papers, Luo Pingdan flicked his wrist, sending them flying.
"Whoosh!"
The papers transformed into a yellow Talisman Rain, surging forward like a tidal wave toward Li Weiyi.
The rain blocked the Evil Camel Bell's sound, clearing a path for Xie Wumian.
Sensing the Silver Sand River closing in, Li Weiyi glanced back at Yu'er, whose head rested on his shoulder.
"Master, leave it to me!" Yu'er said.
Gripping the Prefectural Governor's Official Seal in her hand, her fingers burned with heat.
The moment Li Weiyi abruptly turned and swung his sword, she hurled the seal at the Silver Sand River, which was churning up from the ground several dozen feet away.
Within the Silver Sand River, Xie Wumian leaped into the air, holding An Zhiruo's severed head in one hand and a shield in the other.
He swung the shield at the trio ahead, shouting, "Third Young Master Lu, I present you with... Ah!"
"Boom!"
The Prefectural Governor's Official Seal pierced through the Silver Thousand-Inscriptions Artifact Shield.
Xie Wumian's shield arm shattered into three pieces, a bloody mess.
His hand and forearm were completely severed, separating from his body.
Unfortunately, the Prefectural Governor's Official Seal was too small and lacked activated Scripture.
It possessed only piercing force, narrowly missing Xie Wumian's vital points.
Xie Wumian was sent flying dozens of meters, his heart pounding with terror.
Overwhelmed by fear, he had no other thought than survival.
Upon landing, he immediately transformed into a Silver Sand River and fled, shouting, "Run! There's a hidden expert lurking in the shadows..."
The fact that a single strike had pierced his Thousand-Inscriptions Artifact shield convinced him that this wasn't the power of a mere girl.
He believed a hidden expert had used some kind of technique.
If the girl were truly so powerful, why hadn't she attacked earlier?
Why had she tried to escape?
Li Weiyi retrieved the Prefectural Governor's Official Seal, his Psychic Power sensing Luo Pingdan fleeing with Xie Wumian in the distance.
An idea struck him - this was an excellent way to conceal their true strength.
Moments later, an aged voice echoed through the darkness: "Spare those who can be spared. Do not pursue them to their doom."
Hearing this, Luo Pingdan and Xie Wumian fled even faster.
It was crucial to keep Yu'er's true nature hidden from the outside world.
Revealing the Grand Palace Master's true strength could attract formidable enemies like Qilin Zhuang or the Crown Prince of the Demon Kingdom, with catastrophic consequences.
Earlier, during the bell-based Psychic Power duel between Li Weiyi and Luo Pingdan, Lu Jingshen had been critically injured and lost consciousness.
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A day later, Li Weiyi drove a soul beast carriage across the Seven Vengeful Plains, already four thousand miles from the site of yesterday's battle.
Along the way, he bypassed a Ghost City and a Ghost Monarch's Yin Mountain.
Even after so much time had passed, Li Weiyi's Psychic Radiance and Spiritual Qi had yet to fully recover.
The Netherrealm of the Dead lacked light, and Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi could not be directly inhaled or exhaled.
The soul beast carriage beneath him belonged to Qiongji Daozi.
After Qiongji Daozi's death, his Cosmic Pouch fell into Li Weiyi's hands, and the carriage naturally became Li's.
Li Weiyi sat outside the carriage, one hand clutching a Top-Grade Blood Crystal to absorb its Spiritual Qi.
His other hand held a Netherworld Map, and based on his earlier conversations with Lu Jingshen aboard the ship, he had pinpointed his approximate location.
"A thousand years ago, Zen Mist truly conquered a vast empire. I wonder what glorious heights it reached. Even just these Seven Vengeful Plains stretch across tens of thousands of miles of fertile land, dotted with the ruins of ancient Sects and Prefectural cities. It's a pity they're all now occupied by Ghost Marquises and Ghost Monarchs."
A sense of anticipation stirred within Li Weiyi. If he could use the Luminous Star Tome to reclaim these lost territories, prefecture by prefecture, and restore their former glory, it would be an achievement of immense significance.
It would undoubtedly be a truly meaningful endeavor.
However, the five Demon Lords of the Seven Vengeful Plains possessed terrifying power, requiring at least the Grand Palace Master to personally oversee the sword formation.
The Lingxiao Realm remained fragmented, like a handful of loose sand.
"It seems I must visit the Cave Void Camp," Li Weiyi decided, glancing down at Yu'er, who was asleep on his lap, "But first, I should speak with Master Coffin."
A sound came from the carriage behind him. Lu Jingshen had awakened.
His body and spirit were severely wounded.
After observing the situation and remaining silent for a long time, he finally spoke, his thoughts clear: "Patriarch Li, I am deeply grateful for your risking your life to save me. I will never forget this debt of gratitude!"
"Brother Lu, focus on healing first. We're out of immediate danger for now."
Over the next few days, they encountered over a dozen Dead Spirit attacks, all effortlessly resolved by Li Weiyi.
Five days later.
The chilling darkness receded behind them as the carriage advanced toward the light, entering Thunder Prefecture, the Eastern Territory of the Lingxiao Realm.
This marked Li Weiyi's first return to the Lingxiao Realm in over half a year since leaving Huangjiang Border City.
An indescribable sense of joy and emotion stirred within him.
Unconsciously, he had developed a unique affection for this land and its people.
Thunder Prefecture, a populous region bordering the East Sea and the Northern Territory, adjoins the Seven Vengeful Plains.
Its name derives from the eight-hundred-mile Thunder Sea and the Thundercloud Sect.
Lu Jingshen, having recovered from his injuries, sat beside Li Weiyi in the carriage, his spirits still low.
Only upon reaching Thunder Prefecture and witnessing the vibrant mountains, colorful forests, and formations of wild geese against the azure sky did a flicker of light return to his eyes.
Li Weiyi remarked, "What's this? A dignified Martial-Mystic Cultivator of the Immortal Realm, already losing heart?"
Lu Jingshen replied, "Over two hundred Martial-Mystic Cultivators chose to follow us because they trusted Thousand Mile Mountain. Yet, because of me, they all perished."
"Travelling across the Nether Realm is inherently risky! They knew when they chose to journey to the East Sea that they might die in the Nether Realm of the Dead," Li Weiyi countered.
Lu Jingshen said bitterly, "Do you think it would have been better if I had ordered them to scatter and flee when the White Bone Warship was attacked?"
"Then you would have blamed yourself for not storing them in your Cosmic Pouch, convinced you could have saved them all. No matter what choice you made, you would have regretted it," Li Weiyi said.
After a long silence, Lu Jingshen suddenly realized something.
"I finally understand why no one has ever tried to transport large groups across the Nether Realm of the Dead. What's the reason behind this unspoken rule?"
"Why?" Li Weiyi asked.
"Just like my recent expedition. I set out with grand ambitions, leading a large retinue of Dao Seed Realm guards and maids across the Nether Realm. The losses we suffered were akin to the annihilation of an entire sect, and I'll be paying for this mistake for decades to come."
Lu Jingshen regained some of his fighting spirit and produced a box of Top-Grade Blood Crystals.
"When my life hung in the balance, Patriarch Li risked his own to save me. While I lay unconscious, he could have easily taken the Cosmic Pouch containing my resources and wealth, but he chose not to kill and plunder."
"Such noble character has given me a new understanding and appreciation of this world."
"This mere box of Blood Crystals is nothing compared to the debt I owe you, Patriarch Li. If you wanted it, you could have taken it long ago. Please, do not refuse this token of gratitude. Accept it, and we will become sworn brothers, bound by life and death. At your word, I would offer my life to repay this debt."
A single Top-Grade Blood Crystal was worth a million Yongquan Coins.
He had offered an entire box.
Lu Jingshen had traveled to Dragon City to purchase treasures like Six-Clawed Immortal Dragon Qi and Dragon Soul Source Light, carrying a vast quantity of Blood Crystals for the purpose.
Li Weiyi didn't immediately accept the box.
"Brother Lu, with your extensive knowledge, have you ever heard of the Holy Spiritual Pill?"
"Patriarch Li wishes to acquire the Holy Spiritual Pill?" Lu Jingshen asked, puzzled.
After all, Li Weiyi was already a Holy Spiritual Master - why would he need the Holy Spiritual Pill?
Li Weiyi nodded without further explanation.
"I won't accept this Blood Crystal. Instead, help me acquire a Holy Spiritual Pill. We can discuss the price later."
Lu Jingshen chuckled: "First, I assure you, I'm not exaggerating the difficulty of obtaining a Holy Spiritual Pill to inflate my own capabilities. These pills are genuinely scarce. As soon as they're refined, they're secretly divided among the Imperial Court's nobles and the Transcendents' descendants, rarely reaching the open market."
"However, Thousand Mile Mountain still manages to secure some. I have special connections, so obtaining one shouldn't be too difficult."
"Second, the Holy Spiritual Pill only increases the chance of a Breakthrough by thirty to forty percent. It doesn't guarantee one will become a Holy Spiritual Master."
"Third, Patriarch Li primarily negotiated the price with me. How will I ever repay this favor? Give me a chance to return the favor?"
Li Weiyi didn't feign modesty.
He smiled, "Then I'll trouble Brother Lu to handle this."
Lu Jingshen replied, "The round trip from the Lingxiao Realm to the Hundred Realms of the Living will take at least two to three months. Let's say three months. After three months, where should I deliver the Holy Spiritual Pill?"
Li Weiyi pondered for a moment before asking, "Will you still be going to Dragon City, Brother Lu?"
"Of course! Thousand Mile Mountain still holds considerable influence in the Lingxiao Realm. We won't be intimidated by the Taiyin Sect," Lu Jingshen declared.
Li Weiyi suggested, "Then let's meet in Dragon City?"
"Agreed."
Li Weiyi immediately asked, "What exactly is the Taiyin Sect? How dare they cause such a commotion in the Nether Realm of the Dead? Aren't they afraid of provoking the Dead Spirit Fiends?"
Lu Jingshen's expression turned grim.
"Because the Taiyin Sect is a force fostered by the Nether Realm of the Dead itself."
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