Chapter 68
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Chapter 68: Cross-Boundary Teleportation Formation
Three hours later, Xu Fan looked at the iron plate, now gleaming after being scrubbed clean, and scratched his head. It seemed to be of no use.
The only difference was that the runes on the iron plate were now more visible.
“Radiance Rune, Tiger Strength Rune, Quicksand Rune?”
“Is there a connection between them?” Xu Fan muttered, staring at the plate in confusion.
He then pulled out a rune brush and began carving on the iron plate.
“Maybe engraving runes on the plate will unlock its secrets.”
The iron plate, which had been as hard as a treasure, was easily marked by Xu Fan’s runes.
As soon as he finished, a faint hourglass appeared on the plate. Judging by the flow of the sand, it would take about half the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
Xu Fan had a hunch that this was a test of an artifact master’s runic skills.
He worked swiftly, his rune brush moving like ink on paper. In no time, the plate was covered in runes, but nothing happened.
When the sand in the hourglass ran out, the plate was enveloped in a sphere of light, then reverted to its rusty state.
“@#$%” Xu Fan realized his guess was wrong—filling the plate with runes wasn’t enough.
“Do I need to connect those three runes?”
The thought energized him.
He ignited his spirit fire and grabbed the artifact brush.
Three hours later, the iron plate looked brand new again.
“Spring Wood Rune, Giant Stone Rune, Feather Transformation Rune.” Drawing on his years of artifact crafting experience, Xu Fan quickly envisioned a formation linking these runes.
“Twisting Vines Stone Killing Formation,” he named it.
With practiced ease, he covered the plate in intricate runes.
Suddenly, the formation vanished, revealing a single character: “良” (good). A beam of spiritual light, infused with Willpower, shot into Xu Fan’s forehead.
“Whoa! Dragon Strength Rune, Light Killing Rune, Giant Spirit Rune, Heaven Suppression Rune…” Xu Fan’s face lit up like he’d won the lottery.
“These are some of the rarest runes! Is this my reward for passing the test?” he exclaimed, thrilled.
He began to suspect this might be the legacy of an artifact great master who had ascended.
When he looked back at the plate, it had returned to its rusty state.
“Let’s keep going,” Xu Fan muttered, his determination shining through.
Two hours later, thanks to his improved rust-scrubbing skills, he finished in just two hours.
“Ice Rune, Flame Fire Rune, Wood Spirit Rune, Gold Killing Rune.”
“Piece of cake. This isn’t even my limit.”
Excited, Xu Fan grabbed his rune brush and kept carving.
Five days later, Xu Yuexian brought a light meal to Xu Fan’s artifact crafting room.
Normally, the siblings wouldn’t disturb each other during artifact crafting or alchemy, but over the past few days, frustrated and angry shouts from their beloved master had been echoing from the room.
But every now and then, the excited voice of their master would echo through the air.
Xu Fan, with dark circles under his eyes, felt a warmth in his heart as he saw Xu Yuexian bringing him a meal.
“Master, are you alright?”
“You always tell us not to rush things. On the path of cultivation, steadiness is key,” Xu Yuexian said, looking at Xu Fan’s tired eyes.
“Haha, well said, little Yuexian! You’re learning to give advice now!” Xu Fan chuckled, setting down his rune pen and taking the chopsticks Xu Yuexian handed him. He began to eat.
“Mmm, Yuexian’s cooking is always so delicious,” Xu Fan complimented. After five straight days of working on the iron plate, he was due for a break. The relentless testing of rune formations had drained him completely.
In those five days, Xu Fan had cleared 32 levels and collected over 200 rare runes.
He had a feeling that once he conquered the 36th rune level, he would gain the recognition of this secret treasure.
“Yuexian, go ahead and take care of your tasks. I’ll sleep after I finish eating, so don’t worry about me,” Xu Fan said, already planning to set up another soundproof formation in the artifact crafting room.
“Then I’ll wait until you’re done before I leave.”
“Alright.”
After finishing his meal, Xu Fan stored the iron plate and headed straight to his room, collapsing onto his bed as if he’d just pulled an all-nighter.
In an unknown region far from Que Tian Gate, Ye Xiaoyao was being pursued by a pack of Nascent Soul stage beasts.
“Damn it, Old Sword, think of something, or we’re both done for!” Ye Xiaoyao shouted in his mind. He had found this location in an ancient text that claimed there were abundant rare spirit ores here.
“Crap, I just used up all the source spirit energy I absorbed from that treasure!” Old Sword grumbled.
“About 600 miles to your left, there’s an abandoned teleportation formation. Head there, and I can activate it.”
“Where will that teleportation formation take us?” Ye Xiaoyao asked, dodging attacks from the beasts behind him. If it weren’t for his extraordinary sword-flying skills, he’d probably be nothing but dust by now.
“Don’t worry about that. Survival comes first. This might be your chance,” Old Sword said casually. Having faced countless life-and-death situations, he remained calm, just as he had when the youngest Great Immortal Emperor nearly extinguished his last trace of true spirit.
Ye Xiaoyao clenched his teeth and sped toward the direction Old Sword had indicated.
Meanwhile, in the distance, the teleportation formation was being rapidly repaired by a mysterious force.
“Huh, this teleportation formation looks familiar. I think I’ve seen it before,” Old Sword muttered, puzzled. When he had attached himself to that ring, he was nothing more than a wisp of true spirit on the brink of vanishing, with at least 90% of his memories gone.
“Forget the details. Escaping is what matters.”
Ye Xiaoyao dove into the teleportation formation, and it activated.
Outside the Feiyu Realm, a beam of spiritual light, shielded by starlight, shot at the speed of light toward the Demon Spirit Realm, billions of kilometers away.
At that moment, Xu Fan, who was fast asleep, twitched and rolled over, continuing his slumber.
When Xu Fan opened his eyes again, it was already the morning of the third day.
Gazing at the sun through the glazed window, Xu Fan stretched lazily.
“That was such a good sleep.”
He casually cast a water orb spell to freshen up and stepped out of his room, only to find the siblings sparring.
“A cannon mage and a treasure-hunting assassin—what’s the point of fighting?”
“In the end, the assassin always wins.”
As soon as Xu Fan said this, a golden short sword was pressed against Xu Gang’s neck.
The battle ended, and Xu Fan summoned an Earth Spirit giant to repair the damaged contest arena.
“Master, am I just too weak? I always lose,” Xu Gang asked, walking over to Xu Fan with a look of shame, feeling like he had disappointed his master.
Hearing his top disciple’s words, Xu Fan patted Xu Gang’s head and said, “It’s not your fault. It’s just a matter of professional suppression. It’ll get better as you progress.”
“Or maybe if you had your master’s battle talent, things would be different.”
