novelraw Chapter 361: No Silver Here, Not Even Three Hundred
Chapter 361: No Silver Here, Not Even Three Hundred
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Under immense pressure and mounting failures, Ancestor Gan Lin lost his composure, intent on dragging everyone down with him.
Yu Zhao, Si Tu Jian Nan, and the Three Heroes of the Shao Family worked together to subdue him. From his broken state, they extracted the secrets of the Ancient Tower.
It turned out that this place had indeed been the secluded dwelling of War God Xuan Yuan, who left behind a legacy before his death. However, the primary requirement to claim this inheritance was practicing Sword Dao.
Being a master of Array Arts, Ancestor Gan Lin didn’t meet the criteria. Refusing to accept his fate, he devised a plan based on an ancient, incomplete scripture. Using a forbidden technique, he attempted to forcefully breach Xuan Yuan’s protective barrier and bind with the tower.
The technique demanded numerous sacrifices, which led to the creation of the Cooling Pearl and the Sweet Rain Stone. Gan Lin used the Cooling Pearl to track and control its wearers, even killing them when necessary. Meanwhile, he lured rogue cultivators with promises of wealth, ensuring a steady supply of sacrificial offerings.
Ancestor Gan Lin had nearly broken the barrier after repeated attempts. Just two more rituals, and his dream would have become reality. Unfortunately for him, he crossed paths with Yu Zhao and her companions.
As soon as Ancestor Gan Lin revealed the truth, an ominous rustling sounded above, followed by falling debris.
“Be careful! The array is collapsing!” he warned.
The collapse of Gan Lin’s mental state mirrored the disintegration of his formation. With a deafening roar, the scenery changed dramatically.The once-spacious Great Hall vanished, replaced by a vast training ground. Several massive stones stood across the area, each marked with countless sword scars of varying depths.
Yu Zhao stared at the marks, a feeling of familiarity washing over her. Memories flashed through her mind—these scars mirrored the patterns on the passageway’s stones.
Ji Han Zhou froze, his eyes locked on the marks. He moved forward instinctively, stopping before one stone. Resting his hand on the carvings, he quietly absorbed the energy they held.
Shao Yi Ming followed suit, deeply immersed. His siblings, Shao Yi Man and Shao Yi Chuan, quickly set up a protective barrier around him to prevent disturbances.
Meanwhile, Long Fei Fei darted her gaze around the area. Her curiosity toward places of inheritance was unmatched, as such sites often concealed treasures. She scanned her surroundings, and her sharp eyes quickly found something unusual.
Just as she stepped toward her discovery, a thought struck her. She glanced back at Yu Zhao, only to find Yu Zhao already watching her. Their gazes met.
Caught red-handed, Long Fei Fei forced an awkward smile. “I’m just looking around.”
Yu Zhao replied coolly, “No silver here, not even three hundred.”
Defeated, Long Fei Fei slumped her shoulders. In her heart, she wondered if Yu Zhao could read her mind.
“Well? What did you find?” Yu Zhao asked.
Reluctantly, Long Fei Fei pointed ahead. “There’s a distinct scent over there.”
“A scent?” Yu Zhao raised an eyebrow.
“Yes. I need to check it out to know more,” Long Fei Fei replied.
“I’ll go with you,” Yu Zhao stated.
Long Fei Fei had no say in the matter. With a resigned sigh, she bolted toward the area she had identified. Yu Zhao followed closely, and Silence was quick to join them after a glance at Ji Han Zhou, who was still engrossed in the sword marks.
Si Tu Jian Nan hesitated, torn between staying or following. After a moment of indecision, he decided to tag along.
Long Fei Fei weaved through the massive stones, moving with determination until she reached an isolated stone gate. The gate stood conspicuously alone, with no walls or structure surrounding it.
Her eyes sparkled with excitement. “This is it!” She could sense the presence of treasure.
Yu Zhao, Silence, and Si Tu Jian Nan arrived moments later, scrutinizing the gate. Silence fingered his prayer beads, a somber look on his face. “The gate carries traces of lingering spirits,” he said.
Everyone understood. This gate must lead to Xuan Yuan’s legacy.
“I’ll give it a try,” Long Fei Fei said. She wasn’t particularly interested in the legacy itself—she wasn’t a Sword Cultivator—but unlocking inheritances gave her immense satisfaction.
With a wave of her hand, she summoned a delicate peach blossom. Chanting a spell, she imbued the flower with her energy, and a soft pink ripple spread outward. The ripple collided with the gate.
Buzz!
Golden light burst forth from the gate, and a powerful backlash surged along the ripple’s path. Long Fei Fei dodged to the right but was still grazed, staggering slightly. The remaining force hurtled toward the stones behind them.
Yu Zhao’s brow furrowed. Thinking of Ji Han Zhou, who was still immersed in his comprehension, she summoned her Fleeting Life Mirror. With a flick of her fingers, she cast a beam of light, and the mirror absorbed the backlash silently.
Long Fei Fei pressed her lips together, her usual nonchalance replaced by unease. She had acted impulsively, disregarding the safety of others. Though Yu Zhao didn’t scold her, guilt weighed heavily on her.
Unaware of Long Fei Fei’s inner turmoil, Si Tu Jian Nan sought Yu Zhao and Silence’s opinions before attempting to touch the gate. However, even reaching the gate was impossible, let alone opening it.
Both Yu Zhao and Silence took their turns, only to meet with failure.
“It seems only Sword Cultivators can open this gate,” Si Tu Jian Nan said regretfully.
A voice rang out behind them. “Let me try.”
The Three Heroes of the Shao Family approached, their gazes fixed on Shao Yi Ming. He appeared transformed, exuding sharpness and determination.
Long Fei Fei glanced nervously at Yu Zhao. Shao Yi Ming was a Sword Cultivator. If he opened the gate, Ji Han Zhou might lose this rare opportunity. What would Yu Zhao do?
The Shao siblings shared similar concerns. Whoever opened the gate first would gain the greatest advantage. Yet, their path hinged on Yu Zhao’s reaction. If she decided to intervene, they weren’t confident in overcoming her.
Shao Yi Man stepped forward, bowing slightly. “Daoist Yu, my younger brother has great insight into Sword Dao. Please allow him to try. I swear, if he’s fortunate enough to obtain the War God’s legacy, he will share everything with Daoist Ji without reservation.”
Long Fei Fei scoffed. “How convenient. Why not let Ji Han Zhou enter first and then teach your brother afterward?”
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