Chapter 129: Leaving the Pavilion Swiftly – Testing the Might of Treasures
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After departing from the Silver Scale Pavilion, Yu Xian moved swiftly, striding directly toward the outskirts of the city.
Although Su Xiaoduo had seemed like a good person—kind-hearted and not the scheming, greedy type—Yu Xian couldn’t afford to take chances.
One should never be without a sense of caution.
There was no telling whether she might mention to one of the powerful figures in the pavilion that he had spent over 1.3 million spirit stones in a single day.
That was an amount sufficient to stir the greed of even late-Foundation or peak-Foundation cultivators—and maybe even some impoverished early Core Formation experts!
So Yu Xian needed to leave Mo City immediately.
He had already equipped the Purple Luan Pads, and under their faint purple glow, even his walking speed was notably increased.
Within just two incense sticks’ time, he reached the southern city gate and walked out directly.
The moment he exited, he burst into a sprint—and two ethereal phoenix-shaped shadows flared beneath his feet.
Combining that with his physical power, his speed increased tenfold, leaving behind a trail of afterimages as he rapidly vanished into the distance.
In just a few moments, he had crossed thirty miles, and once he passed the city’s no-flight barrier, he formed a hand seal.
Soaring Cloud Technique, combined with the Purple Luan Pads, launched him into the sky. His speed increased five or six times more, and within seconds, he disappeared beyond the horizon.
By the second watch of the night, the moon was high, the sky clear, and the stars glittered like a river of silver.
Who knew what existed beyond the hundred-thousand-mile-high sky that not even Nascent Soul cultivators could reach?
Flying under the moonlight, Yu Xian descended rapidly and landed.
He had been flying at full speed for two hours with the boost from the Purple Luan Pads, and he had now covered nearly three thousand miles before coming to a halt.
Exhaling lightly, Yu Xian stood atop a mountaintop, scanning his surroundings before raising his hand.
With a clear cry, his Cloud Heron flew out.
It circled above him a few times before happily landing beside him, nuzzling affectionately against his chest.
Yu Xian reached out to stroke its head and sighed.
“Ah… I only just now remembered you. I should’ve bought you some high-quality beast pills, beast blood pills, or bone tempering pills while I was still in Mo City.”
The heron, not intelligent enough to understand his words, could at least sense Yu Xian’s care and affection. It chirped gently and rubbed its head against his shoulder.
Yu Xian took out a Beast Spirit Pill and fed it to the heron, shaking his head.
“This will have to do for now. I can’t go back. Next time for sure, I’ll get you what you need—enough to push you to third-rank spirit beast.”
Once it reached third rank, its speed and endurance would significantly increase.
More importantly, its intelligence would grow, allowing for basic communication.
Of course, fourth-rank beasts were the ones with fully awakened intelligence—comparable to a six- or seven-year-old child—making them extremely rare.
As for fifth-rank and sixth-rank, those belonged to the Core Formation and Nascent Soul tier, respectively. He wasn’t even going to think that far ahead yet.
The Cloud Heron had a mixed and weak bloodline, just a standard spirit beast. Without luck or opportunity, it might not even reach the fourth rank.
But that was a problem for future Yu Xian.
Having fed it, Yu Xian climbed onto its back.
He flipped out a silken map, glanced at it, identified the direction, and guided the heron into flight once again—this time at a relaxed pace.
The Ancient Ruins mentioned in the transmission wouldn’t open for another three months.
So there was no need to rush. With two and a half months of buffer time, he could afford to take it slow.
More importantly, this time could be used to familiarize himself with his newly acquired treasures:
Jade Spirit Rings (Yu Shen Zhuo)
Sea-Calming Pearl
Tranquil Leaf
Purple Luan Pads
Two of them were tier-5 lower grade, the other two tier-4 upper grade—each one a rare and powerful artifact for a Foundation cultivator.
Whether others had them or not, it was certain that few cultivators below peak Foundation had such items.
Even Xiao Wusheng, the master of a pill workshop with decades of wealth behind him, likely had only a tier-5 middle or high-grade treasure at best.
If he had gifted Yu Xian a tier-4 upper-grade sword like the Green Spirit Sword so casually, it meant he probably had something better himself.
Still, no matter how good, it wouldn’t surpass sixth-tier treasures.
Because sixth-tier artifacts developed consciousness—they birthed artifact spirits!
And such treasures could only be wielded by Core Formation experts or stronger. For a Foundation cultivator, they’d just be useless decorations.
At that moment, Yu Xian sat cross-legged on the heron’s back, gliding low through the air.
Dozens of green jade rings revolved around him, dancing and shifting in elegant formations under his control.
As a control-type treasure, the Jade Spirit Rings had decent suppression and binding power.
A regular Foundation cultivator—even at mid-stage—would find it hard to escape within seven breaths if caught.
But against late-stage or peak Foundation? He wasn’t confident.
For control-type artifacts, accuracy was the key.
What good was a binding treasure if you couldn’t even hit your opponent?
The same applied to offensive tools.
Of course, most attack treasures struck with lightning speed or surprise, making them harder to dodge.
Every kind of treasure had its niche.
If one possessed a treasure that combined attack, defense, and control, or even any two of those aspects, it would be rare and extremely valuable.
Yu Xian’s jade rings shimmered, forming different shapes—dozens at times, four at others, then merging into one.
After an hour or so, he exhaled, made a gesture, and the rings merged into a single ring-shaped accessory, which he slipped onto his middle finger.
He then pulled out the Sea-Calming Pearl.
Over the past days, he had already fully mastered the Jade Spirit Rings.
But this pearl… didn’t seem all that special.
Its only function?
To smash things.
“Just meant for bashing, huh…”
He patted the Cloud Heron’s neck, and the beast chirped and descended to a height of about tens of meters.
“Go!”
Yu Xian hurled the Sea-Calming Pearl toward a boulder below.
BOOM!
A deafening blast erupted—the boulder exploded, leaving a hole over thirty feet wide and ten feet deep. The blue pearl then rebounded and returned neatly to Yu Xian’s hand.
His eyebrows lifted slightly.
The destructive power was indeed impressive.
If someone got hit squarely by that, even Core Formation flesh would be injured.
But as for the brochure’s claim—”even Core cultivators can’t endure a single hit”? That was exaggerated beyond belief.
A Core expert could probably let Yu Xian hit them hundreds of times with this thing before sustaining real injuries.
“Good power, but easy to dodge.”
Yu Xian weighed the pearl in his hand and muttered,
“But if I pair it with the Jade Spirit Rings and bind the enemy first, then smash them with this… It’s way more lethal than the Green Spirit Sword.”
Nodding to himself, he stored the pearl and pulled out the Tranquil Leaf.
It looked like an ordinary leaf, nothing special.
This was his first time testing it.
Infusing spiritual energy, the leaf stretched out, and its yellow edges turned a lush green.
It seemed that his Wood Element Spiritual Art (Longevity Wood Spring Technique) enhanced the leaf’s effectiveness.
Finally, the leaf emitted a green light and merged into his forehead, forming a leaf-shaped seal mark.
A wave of clarity, alertness, and mental refreshment flooded his sea of consciousness.
However, no other effects manifested.
Its protective qualities—defending against spiritual invasions, evil energies, soul attacks—would likely only activate when he actually encountered such threats.
After a bit of contemplation, Yu Xian stopped thinking about it.
The glowing leaf mark gradually dimmed, becoming a faint green tattoo on his brow.
He patted the Cloud Heron’s neck, and it let out a loud cry, soaring a hundred meters higher into the air.
With the ancient ruins as his next destination, the heron glided steadily toward that mysterious direction.
