Chapter 19: Treasure
"Oh my god, this is a stone pillar, right? Why is the world of immortal cultivation still using European-style reliefs for decoration? That's outrageous."
Snow rustled beneath the ground. Shenhong wiped her frozen face and pointed in shock at the excavated remains. The stone pillars had long lost their original luster, becoming gray and cracked after years of vicissitudes, but a faint remnant of their former appearance could still be seen.
Shui Jing Zhu frowned. "This is a Corinthian column. Its bell-shaped capital is decorated with leaves, a typical ancient Roman style."
Shen Hong was shocked. "How could a good cultivation world suddenly change its style, with European-style architecture mixed in? Don't tell me this world view has time travelers? Or is this not a proper traditional Chinese style cultivation world? The game company wouldn't force Western fantasy elements just to launch an international server, right?"
Can you imagine Laozi drinking with Jesus? It's so strange!
Shui Jing Zhu pursed his lips and said, "No matter what, just keep digging."
Being directed by Shui Jing Zhu, Shen Hong was not unhappy. He muttered as he began digging, "The snow keeps falling. If we dig it out, it will be covered up again soon. Should we call for help? The other players should be finishing their exploration soon."
Shui Jing Zhu casually said, "Let's dig a little longer and see if we can find some smaller stones or slabs. We can bring them back with us so that they will be more convincing."
Before he finished speaking, a gentle male voice came from behind him, "What did you dig out?"
Shenhong was "sweating profusely" when he was suddenly asked a question from behind. He was so scared that his soul almost flew out of his body. His hands were unstable and the shovel hit the stone heavily, which made his hands numb and even his scalp numb.
The pain can be adjusted, but the numbness cannot be adjusted.
He turned his head stiffly and saw Jian Shiyuan walking slowly towards him.
Snow fluttered down from the sky, clinging affectionately to his shoulders and hair without melting. As he walked, it fluttered down again. Jian Shiyuan emerged from the snow, but was not touched by a single drop of snow.
He stopped in front of Crimson, his snow-white boots just millimeters away from the snow, as if he was standing on the snow, yet leaving no trace.
Shenhong was sunken in the snow, half a head shorter, and needed to look up to see Jian Shiyuan's face clearly. The sunlight shone on Jian Shiyuan's face, her skin was whiter than snow, her red lips were watery, and the corners of her mouth had a familiar curve.
Shenhong thought blankly that the sect leader always seemed to have a gentle smile on his face, and never seemed to be troubled or angry.
Unlike his stunned expression, Shui Jing Zhu eagerly picked up a stone and presented it to Jian Shiyuan, "Master, look, what kind of writing is this? I don't understand."
The character she sculpted was shorter than Shenhong, and the snow was no longer up to her waist. Shui Jingzhu held a stone high in both hands, and there was no trace of fatigue on his face, only curiosity.
Seeing that she was struggling to lift the stone, Jian Shiyuan took it from her hand, pointed at the symbols on it, and explained them to her word by word.
"This is the dragon clan's Bojinwen. It has the characters for Lord, Sacrifice, and God. The rest is incomplete and can't be seen clearly."
Being able to understand these three words, Shui Jing Zhu was already very satisfied. She looked at the broken wall as if it were a treasure, and said in a light tone, "Master, can I write down all these words?"
Jian Shiyuan heard her subtext, "When you finish sorting, I will teach you how to read."
Shui Jing Zhu narrowed her eyes and smiled. She knew that the Sect Master was smart and powerful and would definitely understand what she meant.
Before she could say anything else, a quick cry broke the silence, "Help—"
Jian Shiyuan in front of him suddenly disappeared.
The next second, he appeared in mid-air, his snow-white clothes blowing in the wind, the golden phoenix pattern glittering, breathtakingly beautiful in the wind and snow, his black hair fluttering like crow feathers in the wind, covering most of his expression. Shui Jingzhu looked up and could only see his rosy lips and snow-white chin.
Song Mu thought he was going to fall to his death. He screamed loudly, but refused to let go of the flower he had picked.
He plummeted downward, his eyes squeezed shut in fear.
I'm going to die, I won't be the first player to die, right?
The wind and snow blew against his face like a slap in the face. Song Mu's mind went blank. He thought he was about to die, but suddenly he smelled the familiar scent of pine and cypress. A warm hand pinched the back of his neck. Song Mu instinctively tensed his body. Jian Shiyuan saw him open his eyes and said simply, "Don't move."
Song Mu really didn't move. He was like a cat with its neck pinched, hanging there obediently.
Jian Shiyuan put him on the ground, and Song Mu staggered and took several steps back.
He fell into the snow and just looked up at Jian Shiyuan.
Jian Shiyuan also looked at him, the smile on his face still unchanged, "How did you fall? Tell me."
Song Mu knew that he was a bit thick-skinned, but he didn't expect himself to be so funny. Even after a long time, he still remembered the embarrassing scene -
Hearing Jian Shiyuan's question, he grabbed the flower in his hand without thinking, and thrust it towards Jian Shiyuan, saying flatteringly, "Master Sect Leader, I picked this on the edge of the cliff. How much contribution is it?"
The pure-colored flower was badly damaged, and several of its transparent petals had fallen off, leaving the bright red stamens faintly visible. This flower looked like a night-blooming cereus, but was smaller. When Song Mu saw it growing on a cliff and still blooming despite the wind and snow, he mistakenly thought it was some rare treasure like the Tianshan Snow Lotus, and presented it to Jian Shiyuan without thinking.
Jian Shiyuan reached out to take it. As soon as his fingers touched the flower stem, a few petals fell down, brushed past his index finger, and landed on the snow like mist, becoming the same color as the snow.
Seeing Song Mu looking at him longingly, Jian Shiyuan suddenly became excited and joked seriously, "This is frost flower, extremely poisonous and worthless. Well, you are poisoned now."
Song Mu's face was pale, and the flattering smile on his face froze. He couldn't take it or pass it to someone else.
Shen Hong added, "Master, he must be trying to murder you. Deduct his contribution points!"
"I didn't! I don't even know this flower! Don't frame me!"
Song Mu wanted to cry but had no tears.
"Where did you find the frost flower?"
Seeing Jian Shiyuan speak, Song Mu stopped looking sad and diligently got up and pointed him in the direction, "Master, it's right up there!"
He stood in the thick snow, shivering with cold. Jian Shiyuan walked past him, glanced at him lightly, and saw that Song Mu's lips were frozen white. He paused, and saw a magic circle suddenly appear, and the three players were coated with a layer of warm light.
Crimson was surprised: "Not cold anymore!"
Shui Jing Zhu pursed his lips and said, "Thank you, Master."
Song Mu was still in shock.
The master is becoming more and more awesome. This time, he cast a spell without even using a hand seal! Has his mastery of formations reached a new level?
Jian Shiyuan's eyes sparkled as he slowly walked forward, the wind and snow trailing behind him. The players followed him closely, their angles allowing them to clearly see the hem of Jian Shiyuan's rolled-up robe, its embroidered gold pattern flickering in the sunlight.
Jian Shiyuan let go, and the frost flower fluttered down to the ground, where it lay dormant on the snow. The players stepped over it without even a glance.
The name of frost flower "Frost" does not mean that it can survive and reproduce in extremely cold areas. It just feels cold to the touch, like autumn frost and winter snow, so it is called frost flower.
After the Dragon Clan was exterminated, most of the Frostflowers withered. Without anyone to care for them, this delicate, poisonous flower was easily eliminated by nature. A thousand years later, the climate in the Ice State had changed drastically. Even if a few plants remained, they would have frozen to death. How could Frostflowers bloom again in such a desperate situation?
Jian Shiyuan led the players forward, and through the wind and snow all the way, he guessed in his heart that there must be the remains of a great man buried here.
Only continuous and stable spiritual power can nourish the frost flower. There should be a magic circle where the player picks the flower. After so much time has passed, even the most powerful magic circle will gradually be damaged. The frost flower must have absorbed the spiritual power leaked from the magic circle to be able to bloom in this snowy and icy place.
Jian Shiyuan deduced from the remaining golden characters on the stone wall that [Condensing Mist to Cut the Immortal] was cut by sword energy. The dragon clan's sharp claws can cut iron like mud. They are also gifted with magical powers. It is impossible for them to leave their innate magical powers aside and practice swordsmanship.
It should be that some powerful person passed by here, knew that his time was running out, and left this legacy in grief and anger.
The word "kill all to the heavens" is too violent. I am afraid that this person has resentment in his heart. The dense magic array is also to protect important things, leaving a glimmer of hope for reincarnation and reconstruction, so that he can make a comeback.
The value of the remains should be quite high, so it is probably not easy to get them.
However, there's no harm in giving it a try.
Thinking about this, they walked to a cliff.
Jian Shiyuan extended his hand, and slips of paper streamed out from his sleeve, trembling and forming a formation. Suddenly, they spontaneously combusted, and curls of green smoke condensed into mist, which then transformed into a thicker tide cloud, tentatively moving inward. The originally ordinary cliff face flickered twice, becoming translucent, revealing the faint darkness of the cave.
Jian Shiyuan raised the corner of his mouth slightly and patted the translucent membrane lightly with his palm.
It's genetic indeed.
Its owner originally wanted to cover the cave entrance with a formation, but the formation was damaged, leaking spiritual power and giving rise to frost flowers, which in turn exposed the exact location.
The four of them made their way inside, the faint sound of water dripping in their ears. Jian Shiyuan was cautious, constantly casting exploration spells, and the players followed him obediently.
The journey was safe and sound. When they entered a space with burning shark lanterns, Jian Shiyuan suddenly stopped.
not good!
He suddenly thought of something and his expression changed slightly.
Although the shark lantern can remain burning for a hundred years, it will always consume some oil. However, the shark lantern in front of us is full of oil.
Illusion!
Before Jian Shiyuan could be prepared, a long sigh suddenly came from his ear, "What a vigilant kid."
Jian Shiyuan drew his sword.
"call"
A cold wind seeped out, and after about half a minute, strange changes occurred in the bodies of the three players, including Shen Hong. Their skin turned pale, their lips took on an unhealthy gray color, and their eyes gradually became dizzy and red.
The first one who couldn't help it was Shenhong. He was standing next to Jian Shiyuan, closest to Jian Shiyuan, and was the most severely eroded by the Yin energy. He was so cold that he was shivering and wanted to curl his fingers, but found that all ten fingers were frozen.
He felt like a rusty machine, begging for help from Jian Shiyuan extremely slowly, his tongue growing stiffer with every word he uttered, "Master, I am in pain."
Song Mu stood at the back. Fortunately, his tongue was still flexible. "This freezing feeling is too real! Sister Shui, you are frozen like ghosts now, your skin is white, your eyes are red, Niu Beer!"
Jian Shiyuan was not feeling well either. He did not feel cold, but instead felt a fire in his heart, burning in his spleen and lungs, making him uneasy.
The voice lingered in my ears, muttering, "You want my inheritance? That depends on whether you have what it takes."
The devilish sound enters the ears and shakes the soul.
It's a spell of bewitching emotions! An illusion!
Jian Shiyuan bit the tip of his tongue, feeling the pain, trying to break free. Suddenly, a light appeared on the ground, and a hexagram appeared under the four of them.
The voice in my ear continued to ask: "Have you ever felt resentment? Have you ever regretted it? Do you feel guilty? Come, take a look at your heart. Look at what it looks like. It's such a dirty heart."
"Do you think you did the right thing? I see you're regretting it and feeling resentful."
"I'll give you another chance, ask your heart, is it crying?"
Jian Shiyuan felt that he was sinking and falling into endless darkness.
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