Chi Zhongcheng raised his trembling hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, then took out a Qi-nourishing and blood-replenishing pill from his storage ring and put it in his mouth.
Suddenly, Master Ziyang abruptly turned his head and looked at Zhao Shifei.
Zhao Shifei immediately froze, like a frog being stared at by a snake!
The next moment, Master Ziyang rushed towards Zhao Shifei and arrived in front of him almost instantly.
Zhao Shifei let out a strange scream in fright and quickly unleashed his magical weapon.
Zhao Shifei's magical artifact was a three-sided shield. These three small, round shields shone brightly and began to dance around Zhao Shifei as soon as they appeared, protecting him layer upon layer.
But Master Ziyang reached out and ripped all three small circular shields apart with a snap!
Zhao Shifei was so frightened that his soul almost flew out of his body!
These three small round shields are all seventh-grade spiritual artifacts, and he has been refining them for many years.
Even when fighting against a True Essence Realm expert, Zhao Shifei was confident that he could last for half an incense stick's time.
As a result, Master Ziyang destroyed his magical artifact with a single strike.
That attack power is incredibly strong!
"Lord of the city, save me!" Zhao Shifei shouted.
No sooner had he finished speaking than Master Ziyang grabbed Zhao Shifei by the neck.
Zhao Shifei, who was at the ninth level of the Separation and Union Realm, was as weak and powerless as a chick in the hands of Master Ziyang, and had no ability to resist!
"stop!"
Chi Zhongcheng quickly gave the order, and only then did Master Ziyang finally stop attacking.
"Let him go!" Chi Zhongcheng ordered again.
After a long while, Master Ziyang finally released Zhao Shifei.
Zhao Shifei collapsed to the ground with a thud, his face deathly pale, and his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.
"Lord of the city, this zombie is terrifying! He's at least at the Divine Realm level, and might even be comparable to the Transcendent Realm!" Zhao Shifei said, panting.
Having just narrowly escaped death, Zhao Shifei is now unable to speak fluently, his tongue is slurred.
Chi Zhongcheng chuckled and said, "Of course, otherwise why would I go to such great lengths to subdue it? But this guy is too strong, and I can't control him. You'll naturally have to keep a close eye on him while you're by my side."
"Yes, I will be careful."
Zhao Shifei quickly said, and carefully kept his distance from Master Ziyang.
Chi Zhongcheng fiddled with it for a while before finally putting Master Ziyang into a deep sleep and storing it in his storage ring.
Seeing that Chi Zhongcheng had put away the Purple Sun Immortal, Zhao Shifei finally relaxed.
Looking at the remains of the magical artifact on the ground, Zhao Shifei felt extremely heartbroken.
“My…my magical artifact…” Zhao Shifei said in anguish.
“It’s just a seventh-grade spiritual weapon, nothing to brag about. After we leave here, come to my city lord’s mansion and choose a spiritual weapon,” Chi Zhongcheng said.
Zhao Shifei was overjoyed upon hearing this and quickly expressed his sincere gratitude.
"Time is running out. Let's leave here and wait for them in the central area of the Purple Sun Immortal Mansion!" Chi Zhongcheng sneered, a ruthless glint in his eyes.
Inside the weapon-refining room.
A bright, clear light shone forth, illuminating the entire weapon-refining room in an instant.
The attention of all the martial artists present was drawn to it, and each of them showed envy on their faces.
Because they knew that Han Yuerong had successfully obtained the Moon Mirror!
At this moment, Han Yuerong looked like a celestial being descended to earth, standing halfway in the air, with a bright white moon floating behind her head—it was the Moon Mirror!
Perhaps because he had acquired the eighth-grade spiritual artifact, the Moon Mirror, Han Yuerong was so happy that he burst into laughter.
Suddenly, the sound of the night wind echoed all around.
"What are you laughing at? The path of martial arts is fraught with difficulties, and you have a long way to go!"
Night Wind's words exploded in Han Yuerong's mind like thunder. Han Yuerong's eyes immediately regained their clarity, and she put away the Moon Mirror behind her head and floated down from the air.
Then, Han Yuerong respectfully bowed deeply to Ye Feng.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Ye, for protecting me and for awakening me when my inner demons were growing! I will never forget your great kindness!" Han Yuerong said solemnly.
Upon hearing this, the many martial artists in the weapon-refining room finally understood that Han Yuerong's loud laughter was due to the arising of inner demons.
Night Breeze said calmly, "No need to thank me, it was just a small favor."
Han Yuerong didn't stand on ceremony. She straightened up and didn't say anything about thanking her. Instead, she asked, "Mr. Ye, don't you plan to take the spiritual artifacts? There should be some seventh-grade or even eighth-grade spiritual artifacts hidden in this weapon-refining room."
"There's no need, I don't think much of it," Ye Feng said calmly.
Han Yuerong was stunned.
Night Wind not only doesn't care about seventh-grade spiritual artifacts, but he also doesn't care about eighth-grade spiritual artifacts?
Was Ye Feng just boasting, or did he really possess a weapon more powerful than an eighth-grade spiritual artifact?
Han Yuerong was of course unaware that Ye Feng's Thunderous Fury was a tenth-grade perfect spiritual artifact, and that Ye Feng also had a damaged magic treasure in his dantian.
If she knew this, she would probably be so shocked that her eyes would drop to the ground.
"The day is almost up, let's leave now. If we're too late, we might not be able to get through the Xuan Tian Ice Crystal Array," Ye Feng reminded him.
"Since Mr. Ye, you don't intend to take the spiritual artifact, then let's go."
Han Yuerong nodded in agreement.
However, just as Ye Feng and Han Yuerong were about to leave the weapon-refining room, a cold wind suddenly howled inside, and the light dimmed!
The next moment, countless dark figures rushed straight towards the night wind!
"Mr. Ye, watch out!"
Han Yuerong shouted and immediately summoned the Moon Mirror.
However, in the blink of an eye, the eerie wind disappeared, the dark shadow disappeared, and the night breeze disappeared as well.
"Mr. Ye? Mr. Ye!"
Han Yuerong shouted, but received no response.
But Ye Feng's face showed a hint of understanding.
Looking at the lush greenery around him and then at the gray sky overhead, Ye Feng felt a sense of relief.
"Is this the underground of the Purple Sun Immortal Abode?" Ye Feng asked.
"That's right."
The old tree standing in front of the night wind answered, and as it spoke, all its branches trembled slightly.
"I never expected there to be spirits here." Ye Feng smiled slightly.
Humans cultivate by condensing their true energy, thus becoming martial artists.
Beasts capable of cultivation are called demon beasts.
If plants and trees happen to gain sentience and embark on the path of cultivation, they become spirits!
The dark, old tree in front of the night wind, with the face of an old man, is naturally a spirit!
"So it was you spying on me from below all along. No wonder I couldn't spot you," Night Wind said.
After a pause, Night Wind asked again, "What is your background? Can you tell me?"
The old tree chuckled and said, "I was originally a willow branch that Master Ziyang planted unintentionally. It took me over a thousand years to grow to this point, which is roughly equivalent to the True Essence Realm of your human martial artists."
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