Chapter 84: Seventh-Rank Spirit Tool
“Boom!”
Inside the main tent, Lu Qingyang continuously wrapped his own spiritual power around the Universe Umbrella.
The spiritual power was so dense and pure that the void around the Universe Umbrella faintly distorted.
“Boom—!”
Explosions rang out repeatedly, spiritual power surging wildly.
“Crackle crackle—!”
Accompanied by the explosive sound of dense spiritual power, the violent spiritual power fiercely tore at the surrounding air.
“What… is that thing? Why are you releasing such dense spiritual power?”
As if sensing a trace of something unusual, the artifact spirit questioned coldly.
“Your rank is too high. If I don’t use every ounce of my strength, I won’t be able to shake you at all.”
Lu Qingyang’s expression was calm as he explained indifferently.
“Hmph, truly useless.”
Hearing this, the artifact spirit swayed its umbrella body, looking down on Lu Qingyang even more.
“Boom!”
“Crackle!”
“Crack!”
Inside the main tent, violent explosions continued to ring out.
Until, moments later, a fully formed refining formation appeared out of thin air within the tent.
“Hm…? What is this formation for?”
The artifact spirit’s voice suddenly carried a trace of confusion and panic. Clearly, at this very moment, it too had sensed something was wrong.
But… it was already too late!
“This is nothing more than an auxiliary refining formation. Now, release your natal soul. I’m beginning.”
Lu Qingyang’s voice remained indifferent, his tone brooking no refusal.
Though the artifact spirit did not know what Lu Qingyang was selling in his gourd, as the artifact spirit of a Seventh-Rank Spirit Tool, even without the memories from the Simulation, by instinct alone it finally sensed danger.
So instead of releasing its soul as Lu Qingyang had said, it adopted a defensive posture.
A dazzling golden light radiated from its umbrella body, gradually spreading to the handle and shrouding it.
“Heh…”
Looking at the rapidly forming golden shield, Lu Qingyang sneered coldly.
“Truly worthy of a Seventh-Rank Spirit Tool. Clever indeed.”
“It’s just a pity you discovered it too late.”
“Still, it’s not as if I wanted to reforge you. Who told you to be so incapable of telling who’s boss!”
“Besides, if Jiangxin is nourished by you, even if its rank doesn’t reach the seventh, it can still become the most profound Spirit Artifact below the ninth rank.”
“So… your death is not unjust at all!”
As his words fell, his eyes suddenly snapped open, his pupils instantly turning dark red, like two brilliant bloodstones, utterly mesmerizing.
“Flame Spirit Formation, rise!”
Three words burst from his mouth in a sudden shout, and immediately a searing aura swept out from the formation within the tent!
“Bzz…”
Under that aura, the Universe Umbrella trembled slightly, unexpectedly plunging toward the ground on its own!
In truth, after Lu Qingyang had seen this Seventh-Rank Spirit Tool in the Simulation, he had already made his decision.
Though the Universe Umbrella was incomparably precious, with this umbrella in hand, Lu Qingyang could even fight a Soul Transformation cultivator one-on-one.
But so what?
With the puppets refined by Jiangxin, Soul Transformation is no longer a threat to me.
Besides, the Chaotian Sect is developing too rapidly. Jiangxin’s current rank is far from enough to sustain the computational consumption of the entire sect’s operations.
As long as I reforge it and raise its rank, the puppets’ combat power will definitely rise another level!
If anything… it might even approach Void Return!
Thinking of this, Lu Qingyang showed no mercy, nor did he feel any regret.
He only regretted not having prepared more measures.
After all, if a Seventh-Rank artifact spirit suddenly erupted, its power would be quite terrifying.
For this reason, he had even gone so far as to pretend to placate it first.
This move was somewhat dishonorable, but Lu Qingyang had never been one to fuss over trifles.
For cultivators, there was no right or wrong, only strong or weak.
If your thoughts are not clear, even becoming an immortal is useless!
Lu Qingyang felt that none of that was any of his damn business.
Right now, he only wanted to refine this umbrella!
Ignoring the artifact spirit’s furious curses by his ear, Lu Qingyang’s gaze grew ever more resolute.
“Boom!”
With another thunderous impact, the formation suddenly blasted out searing thunderflame, blindingly bright.
Immediately after, the spiritual power within the formation seemed to be drawn by something, madly surging into the Universe Umbrella.
“Bzz bzz bzz…”
The Universe Umbrella was like a crab thrown into boiling water, its entire body turning red, trembling incessantly.
But how could a Seventh-Rank Spirit Tool be so easily refined?
Sweat beaded on Lu Qingyang’s temples, his expression darkening. At this point, he had no way out either.
If he could not refine it in one go and it instead turned on him in backlash, perhaps… he really would die at this artifact spirit’s hands!
“Boom!”
“Crack!”
“Thump thump…”
Inside the tent, Lu Qingyang gritted his teeth and wrestled with the Universe Umbrella.
Outside, within the sect camp, Jiangxin seemed to sense something as well, vibrating incessantly.
Until, half an hour later, a roar suddenly burst from Lu Qingyang’s tent!
“Jiangxin!”
The terrifying pressure of a mid-stage Nascent Soul immediately spread across the entire camp, blotting out the sky.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
In an instant, many people in the camp collapsed to their knees, trembling all over, without even the courage to look up.
Jun Moyan, in his shock, wanted to rush into the tent.
But before he could even get close, the pressure crushed him in place, unable to move a single step!
He knew this was Lu Qingyang going berserk!
This was also the only time he had ever seen Lu Qingyang go berserk!
“F-Fellow Nascent Soul, and I can’t even withstand his pressure!”
Jun Moyan was terrified, unable to speak!
In a corner of the camp, the moment Zhu Gangkai felt this pressure, he shot to his feet, his eyes filled with shock!
This pressure terrified him!
“This is… that Lu… Sect Master Lu’s pressure?”
“How could that be?! A Nascent Soul cultivator with this kind of power?!”
As if unable to believe his own senses, Zhu Gangkai fiercely pinched his own arm!
“Hiss!”
The pain snapped him fully awake, and a face of transcendent bearing surfaced in his mind.
Those dark, profound eyes were like a vast river of stars, full of wisdom.
So the master I’ve thrown in with is no ordinary person either…
Zhu Gangkai muttered to himself, lowering his head as if pondering something…
“Whoosh!”
On the other side, upon hearing Lu Qingyang’s shout, Jiangxin instantly transformed into a streak of light and flew toward him.
“Swish!”
In the blink of an eye, it rushed into the tent.
Inside, Lu Qingyang was breathing heavily, his cheeks flushed.
His chest heaved violently, and fine beads of sweat seeped from his temples.
And before him, the Universe Umbrella, radiant with flowing light, had already vanished.
All that remained was a fist-sized orb of glassy liquid suspended in mid-air.
“Huff… huff…”
Lu Qingyang reached out his right hand, grasped the orb of glassy liquid, and looked toward the arriving Jiangxin.
“Jiangxin… your fortune has come…”
As Lu Qingyang’s words left his mouth.
Moments later, above the camp outside the tent, countless puppets abruptly descended to the ground.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
Accompanied by the overlapping sounds of their fall and the smoke and dust filling the air.
All the puppets seemed to have lost their souls at this moment.
This made Zhu Gangkai’s gaze repeatedly drift toward the twenty massive Spirit Chief Vajras in the sea…