Chapter 797: Returning a Favor...
"The first treasure is mine!"
Cain looked at the celestial chalcedony in his hand with excitement.
I didn't expect that getting this treasure would be so easy.
Even though he knew this piece was probably the best.
After a slight hesitation, he bit his lip and turned to look for the mysterious oriental monk who had given him the sword.
Although he was very greedy for the heavenly essence chalcedony in his hand.
But he understood that if he did not have the monk's sword, it would be extremely difficult for him to snatch food from the Knight Commander, let alone a Knight Commander who was strengthened by the Pope.
So he hopes to use this treasure to gain Chen Huaian's friendship, hoping to get better treasures with Chen Huaian's help.
It was a pity that when he turned around, he found that Chen Huaian had already left.
"Where did all that energy go in just a split second?" Cain scratched his head and looked around.
As the ancestor of vampires, he was extremely sensitive in perception, but even so, he did not sense Chen Huaian's departure.
I want to ask Master Hua Jin...
Master Hua Jin had a sour face again, as if he didn't want anyone to get close to him.
Cain felt that Master Hua Jin was easy to mess with, and he didn't want to offend Master Hua Jin.
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Knight Commander Albert's face turned pale. Holding the half-broken giant sword, he walked back to his own temple camp with heavy steps.
The broken parts of the sword were jagged, and the remaining holy light flickered faintly like a wail.
This companion, which had accompanied him in battles for over a decade, having withstood countless baptisms of holy light and clashes with powerful enemies without ever being damaged, was suddenly destroyed by a rapier of unknown origin from the East.
His heart seemed to break along with the sword, and the broken cracks were like his glory being cut into pieces.
"Your Majesty," he walked up to the Pope, knelt on one knee, his voice low and hoarse, filled with shame and resentment, "I... I failed. I failed to live up to your expectations. I'm sorry, but I didn't expect that filthy thing Cain to increase so dramatically in such a short time..."
His eyes fell on the broken sword, his sorrow evident in his words: "It's just... it's just this 'Holy Judgment', it..."
The blind saint standing in the holy light raised her hand slightly to interrupt him.
She turned to Albert with her face covered with white gauze, and her voice was ethereal and calm, as if it had the power to penetrate people's hearts:
"Albert, it's not your strength that's gone, nor is it Cain's sudden increase in strength. The root cause lies in that sword."
"That sword?" Albert suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with confusion and disbelief. "Your Majesty, are you saying... my failure was simply because of a sword? It's just an object! The strength of our Holy Temple comes from self-cultivation. Even the [Holy Inquisition] that has been with me for many years has only made me slightly more powerful, that's all!"
The Knight Commander advocated strength and believed in the Holy Light. He did not think that a mere weapon could equal his fervor for faith and the hard work he put in.
The Pope was silent for a moment, and his blind eyes seemed to fall through the ribbon on the flying sword in Cain's hand.
"That sword contains a power system that is completely different from the laws of God, pure and extreme.
Its sharpness has far exceeded the limits that the 'Holy Judgment' material and the current Holy Light blessing can withstand.
Your failure is not your fault!"
Albert was stunned.
He knew that the Pope possessed the "Eye of True Sight" and could see the essence that ordinary people could not perceive.
Since Your Majesty said so, then it must be so.
A huge sense of absurdity and sadness surged into my heart.
So he didn't lose to Cain, but to a sword?
This made him feel more frustrated than losing to Cain himself.
"Put aside your arrogance, Albert." The Pope's voice remained calm. "In the face of true 'difference', stubbornness is tantamount to stupidity. Go, find that Eastern monk, apologize to him, and ask... in exchange for a sword like that. This is necessary for the upcoming struggle."
Albert's face flushed instantly.
Apologize to an Eastern monk whom he had just sneered at and ask for weapons?
This is worse than killing him!
But looking at the broken "Holy Judgment" in his hand, he recalled the frustration of being powerless to turn the situation around, and then thought of His Majesty's orders and the more important task that was to come.
He bit his tongue and lowered his head: "...As you command, Your Majesty."
He stood up and scanned the entire room, but where was Chen Huaian?
That person seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth.
He frowned and turned his gaze to the camp of ascended immortals where Chen Huaian was previously.
He first walked towards Master Hua Jin, who had his eyes closed and a cold aura around him.
Just as he was about to speak, Master Hua Jin didn't even open his eyes.
He just uttered a very light but contemptuous snort from his nose.
The chill emanating from his body instantly made Albert feel like he was falling into an ice cave, completely freezing his words.
He had no doubt that if he took another step forward, a thunderbolt would be waiting for him.
Master Hua Jin's strength allowed him to make an accurate guess.
In the Holy Temple, he was second to none, but in this mysterious East...
Before finding out the opponent's strength, he was really arrogant.
Albert's face turned even uglier, and he could only turn dejectedly to those ordinary ascended disciples who were holding various swords and waiting in full battle array.
He had just discovered that these ordinary Eastern monks, who looked weak, seemed to each wield a sword like Cain's...
This scene alone made him feel cold all over.
However... Since there are so many of them, it means that this sword is nothing to these Eastern monks.
How about exchanging his treasure for one?
He tried to put on what he thought was a friendly smile and walked up to a female cultivator.
Then he took out an exquisite silver bottle and a cross emitting soft white light from his arms.
At this moment, Albert felt that he was extremely handsome.
"This beautiful oriental lady," he said, trying to make his voice sound gentle, "I am willing to exchange this bottle of holy water blessed by His Holiness the Pope himself and this crucifix that has been enshrined in the Church of the Holy Sepulchre in Jerusalem for a sword like this one in your hands.
Holy water can purify all evil, and the cross can bring the Lord's blessing, both are priceless treasures..."
However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted impatiently by several disciples of the Ascended Immortal Sect.
"Go away! Who wants your holy water?" The female cultivator was full of disgust, waving her hands to drive it away like a fly: "Returning to the Lord's protection? We are the Heavenly Venerable Ancestor of the Dao!"
"A bottle of water and an old cross are worth a fortune, and you think you can exchange them for a flying sword made by Elder Chen himself? Are you dreaming?"
"Is this foreign devil really stupid? Get out of here! I'm still being polite to you!"
The brothers' faces were full of contempt and disgust.
It was as if Albert had taken out some garbage.
Some people even pressed the hilt of their swords, their eyes looking kind.
Albert was disappointed.
Looking at the "precious" swords that everyone else holds, he then looks at the "treasure" in his own hand that is being despised.
A huge feeling of humiliation and powerlessness brought about by cultural barriers surged in my heart.
His face paled and blue, but he ultimately didn't dare speak. He could only retreat dejectedly to the Pope's side, shook his head, and whispered, "Your Majesty, that person has been seen. The others... are not willing to be exchanged."
The Pope seemed to have expected this and just nodded slightly without saying anything more.
Just then—
Buzz!!!
The energy between heaven and earth suddenly became violent.
The huge crystal cluster in the center of the basin suddenly burst out with a colorful light several times stronger than before, illuminating the entire twisted valley like daylight.
An indescribable wave of pure energy spread out in all directions like a tsunami, shocking everyone's mind.
Only the highest point of the crystal cluster can be seen.
A piece of celestial chalcedony, as small as a pigeon egg but perfectly round, with a light golden color, and a liquid sun flowing inside, slowly solidified into shape.
The light and energy intensity it exudes are more than ten times greater than that of the previous medium-grade chalcedony!
Top-grade celestial jadeite!
Master Hua Jin, who had been sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashed with brilliance, and the aura around him instantly climbed to the peak, and his jade hand quietly pressed the whisk.
On the other side, the Chenniu that was entrenched on the rock finally woke up from its doze. Its huge body slowly arched, and its sharp claws covered with blue-black scales dug deeply into the rock.
There was no trace of greed in those bull eyes, only a fierce light flashing, fixed firmly on the top-grade celestial jadeite and the surrounding area.
Master Hua Jin wants to steal the treasure.
Chen Niu wants to kill someone!
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