Chapter 894

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Chapter 894: Recognize the Dao Tool

The outcome was clear: Yang Chuan was ruthlessly slain by Su Yi.

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“Oh no! The Young Sect Leader is dead! Run for your lives!”

“Run! Quickly!”

The remaining disciples of the Golden Sword Sect, witnessing Elder Huang’s capture and Yang Chuan’s merciless death, were gripped by terror. They scattered in panic, wishing they had more legs to escape faster.

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“Ahhh!”

“Growl!”

Before Su Yi could even give a command, the Wolf-headed Demon Bat and the Dark Golden Demon Falcon leapt into action, launching a ferocious assault.

Agonized cries echoed as the beasts tore through the fleeing disciples. These Golden Sword Sect remnants were no match for the speed and brutality of the demon beasts. One by one, they fell, becoming sustenance for the bat and the falcon.

For demon beasts, warriors’ bodies were akin to potent elixirs, brimming with benefits—just as warriors prized demon beast hides as treasures.

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Su Yi was far from idle. His gaze fell on the curved golden bow that had belonged to Yang Chuan. He picked it up, intrigued.

Yang Chuan, despite his Fourth Level Yuan True Realm cultivation, had mediocre combat skills. However, the power of this golden bow elevated his fighting ability to a formidable level.

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“Buzz!”

As Su Yi lightly touched the bow, a radiant golden light erupted, unleashing immense energy. A scorching and razor-sharp aura filled the air. Su Yi’s palm trembled as the bow slipped from his grasp.

“Whoosh, whoosh…”

Simultaneously, the three golden arrows Su Yi had taken earlier, along with those on the wings of the Dark Golden Demon Falcon, began to stir. They shot forth with dazzling brilliance, circling the bow.

In moments, nine golden arrows hovered around the bow, gleaming like sentient entities. Their fierce aura seemed to lock onto Su Yi, radiating a menacing sharpness.

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“This bow is at the level of a middle-grade Dao Tool, though it seems slightly damaged,” said Xi Wuqing, his voice tinged with awe. Standing beside Su Yi, he studied the golden bow intently.

“If repaired or nurtured over time, it could be restored. However, it may take decades—or even centuries—of effort.”

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“A middle-grade Dao Tool!”

Su Yi’s face lit up with joy. Even a damaged Dao Tool was a treasure of immeasurable value.

“Seems like luck is on your side,” Xi Wuqing remarked, noting Su Yi’s delight.

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Dao Tools were rare, even among major sects like the Divine Sword School, Qingyun Sect, and Beast Emperor Sect. Only the most outstanding disciples of the younger generation might possess one. Su Yi’s excitement was understandable.

Knowing Su Yi’s personality, Xi Wuqing thought, He won’t let go of such a treasure. It’s in his nature to seize every opportunity.

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“Once a Dao Tool chooses its master, it bonds deeply with them,” Xi Wuqing explained. “But these tools have their own consciousness. You must gain its approval. If you try to force it, you won’t be able to unleash its full potential.”

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“I’ll give it a try!” Su Yi declared confidently.

He had heard about the hierarchy of weapons—Yuan Weapons, Xuan Weapons, Spirit Weapons, Dao Tools, Dharma Tools, and Sacred Tools. While Spirit Weapons shared a spiritual connection with their owners, Dao Tools went a step further, possessing their own consciousness.

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Sitting cross-legged before the golden bow, Su Yi formed hand seals, focusing his energy. A faint red light glimmered on his forehead before vanishing.

“If you have a spirit, follow me,” he said firmly. “I will help you recover and reach your peak. If there’s a chance, I’ll even help you surpass your limits. What do you say?”

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“Buzz!”

The golden bow flickered, as though it understood his words.

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“Zoom…”

Suddenly, the nine golden arrows trembled in unison. They drew the bowstring and released themselves, aiming directly at Su Yi like golden streaks of lightning.

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“Roar!”

The arrows’ golden light merged into a blazing force, condensing into a single terrifying entity. A massive beast—a fusion of lion and tiger—emerged, fierce and majestic. Its menacing aura was enough to shake the souls of onlookers.

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“This bow is testing you!” Xi Wuqing exclaimed, astonished. “It wants to see if you’re worthy of its recognition!”

Su Yi smirked, undeterred.

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“If this is a test, so be it!” he declared, rising to his feet.

Activating the Supreme Chaotic Yuan Technique, his body erupted with a destructive aura. His red eyes glowed like lightning, his black hair billowing as he faced the beast with unwavering confidence.

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“Roar!”

The golden beast hesitated, its fierce gaze softening into astonishment. Trembling, it knelt before Su Yi, then dissolved into nine golden arrows, which floated back to the bow.

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The golden bow shimmered brilliantly, its light growing ever more dazzling. The nine arrows circled it before they transformed into a radiant stream of light, surging into Su Yi’s palm.

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Su Yi stared at the bow in his hand, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

The golden curved bow had finally recognized him as its master.