Immortals of the End Times

Chapter 14: The Shuttle-Shaped Magical Artifact, the Reclusive True Immortal
Inside Yangfeng Inn, two figures moved with incredible speed, their movements exploding with powerful energy that sent tables and chairs flying and crashing into the walls, shattering them into pieces. The scene was truly astonishing.

One of them was clearly injured and at a disadvantage, barely managing to parry the attacks from the ghostly figure opposite him.

Caught off guard, he was struck by a palm strike, staggering backward as his face flushed red, and he nearly vomited blood.

"You treacherous villain, I sent you here on purpose to see what reinforcements you could come up with. Why hasn't your Supreme Sect's candidate saintess shown herself yet?"

A ghostly figure with a shrill, cold laugh swept over, dressed in a dark red brocade robe with a round collar, wearing a tall crown, and with a face as pale as the White Impermanence. Suddenly, he casually unleashed a palm strike.

The wooden plank above shook, but it didn't break in the slightest. Instead, a scream followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground came from the second floor of the inn, clearly indicating that the force of the blow was transmitted from a distance.

"This aura... it's familiar, and it's powerful. It's him."

Not far away, on a locust tree leaning against the alley wall, Zhao Wuji, who had come following the sound, sat down against the tree, his spirit floating up with the power of the spirit to observe the two surging auras in the inn diagonally opposite.

He recognized one of the powerful auras as the Grandmaster of the Returning to Truth Realm he had sensed in the Heavenly Prison five days ago.

The other aura was clearly weaker, but it belonged to a Transformation Grandmaster who was already injured, and was probably a master from the Supreme Sect.

He continued to float in mid-air, several feet above his head, secretly observing the fight at the inn.

Before long, two figures were seen fighting their way from the first floor to the second floor of the inn, revealing an old eunuch from the imperial palace and a bearded man.

"Hmm? Is this the Hall Master Yang from the Supreme Sect?"

Zhao Wuji recognized the bearded man at a glance and was pleasantly surprised.

Unexpectedly, after searching high and low, he stumbled upon Master Yang, who was holding the "Huangting Neijing Jing".

He was pondering how to obtain the Huangting Neijing Jing from the other party in the current situation.

Suddenly, he felt the Yin-Yang Pearl in his sea of ​​consciousness stirring. The next moment, a shocking change occurred in the inn. A cold light split into four beams, which were emitted from the hands of the bearded Yang Hall Master and went straight for the tall-crowned eunuch.

"A magical artifact!?"

The eunuch let out a strange cry and suddenly unleashed a burst of energy from both palms, a tremendous force protecting his chest and face.

However, a burst of light suddenly erupted from the center of the cross of cold light, instantly breaking through the energy and transforming into a beam of light with tremendous speed, rushing straight towards the eunuch's throat.

"what!--"

The eunuch screamed and suddenly clenched his palm into a knife to block, his hand swirling with an astonishingly cold aura.

"when!"

A metallic clang resounded, stunning the entire audience.

The eunuch's figure retreated more than ten steps like a kite with a broken string, until he reached the window. His hand was almost severed, and blood splattered everywhere.

"You also possess magical artifacts?"

The eunuch screamed and stared at Master Yang, his face flushed red as if he were about to spit blood, barely suppressing his internal injuries.

Seeing that the other party was about to activate the shuttle-shaped magic weapon in his hand again, the eunuch's eyes changed, and his figure quickly leaped backward, disappearing from the inn in the blink of an eye.

"puff--!"

Seeing the eunuchs frightened and retreat, Master Yang staggered backward, leaned against the counter behind him, and slumped down, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

His hands fell limply to the ground, and the shuttle-shaped magic weapon tumbled to the ground. He could no longer suppress his injuries, and his clothes suddenly shattered on several parts of his body, revealing several purplish-blue indented palm prints. His eyes widened, and he gradually lost his spirit.

"died?"

Zhao Wuji, who was observing from a short distance away, watched as the aura inside the inn rapidly weakened.

A fleeting soul gradually floated out from above the head of Hall Master Yang.

He looked into the distance again; the eunuch who had been severely injured by the magical artifact was already gone, his aura barely visible.

"Chance!"

Without further hesitation, Zhao Wuji quickly formed a hand seal and used the Pill Manipulation Technique, his soul entering a sword-shaped pellet resembling a poisonous caltrop, and sped towards the inn.

Yang Jifeng felt his consciousness fading, vaguely seeing his own corpse, and feeling his strength and memories slowly dissipating. This was probably what it was like after death.

"It's a pity that our religion's sacred artifacts have not yet been retrieved, so there's no chance to deliver them to the Holy Mother."

His last lingering attachment was about to dissipate along with his soul. Just then, he suddenly felt his dissipating soul being pulled into a dark space, where he saw a figure.

"This is."

He was utterly astonished, only to find that the speed of 'dissipation' had slowed down somewhat.

Zhao Wuji used his supernatural powers to contact the scattered spirit of Yang Tangzhu, and pulled him in. The spirit was then drawn into the sword pellet.

Compared to the strength of his divine soul, the opponent's yin spirit seemed extremely weak, as if it could be easily blown away by a gust of wind.

He immediately used his supernatural powers to observe the secrets within the other person's spirit.

Faced with the power of spiritual communication, Master Yang could not hide any secrets.

Zhao Wuji quickly learned the location of the Huangting Neijing Jing and also learned about some of the Supreme Sect's members in the imperial city.

Among them was a highly respected candidate for Holy Maiden of the Supreme Sect, possessing the strength of a Grandmaster of the Returning to Truth Realm and wielding the Supreme Sect's magical artifacts. However, even this Hall Master Yang had never seen her true face, making her extremely mysterious.

"Could it be that the one who summoned the lightning and fireballs to attack the execution ground was that candidate saintess of the Supreme Sect?"

Zhao Wuji thought to himself.

"Senior, could you perhaps be a reclusive immortal?"

At this moment, Yang Jifeng, his dissipating soul gazing at Zhao Wuji's powerful, star-like soul, asked in a daze.

"A reclusive immortal."

Zhao Wuji felt a bit self-deprecating and did not respond, continuing to probe the other party's ghostly memories for information about the Supreme Mother.

If we're talking about the person who truly embarked on the path to immortality within the Supreme Sect, he thinks it's very likely to be the Supreme Sect Mother.

Unfortunately, Master Yang had no memory of ever seeing that mysterious godmother.

All that is known is that the Godmother does indeed possess the means to cultivate immortality, and her strength has completely surpassed that of a Grandmaster of Returning to Truth.

The one who caused the strange phenomena outside the city was the Supreme Holy Mother.

He wanted to explore further, but the other person had already vanished, muttering to himself.

"I, Yang Jifeng, have dedicated my life to the religion, hoping to receive the Holy Mother's teachings and embark on the path of immortality. I never imagined that I would be able to meet a reclusive immortal before my death. I can die in peace."

"He's also a fanatic."

Zhao Wuji shook his head inwardly, his divine soul slightly escaping from the sword pellet to look at the shuttle-shaped magic weapon on the ground.

This magical artifact has two sharp blades and a blood groove in the middle, while a sparkling gem is embedded at the end, causing the Yin-Yang Pearl, which is connected to his soul, to become restless.

Zhao Wuji focused his mind and controlled his qi, causing the Yin-Yang Pearl to rotate quietly, and a wisp of dark light swept towards the magical artifact.

Immediately, a large amount of Yin and Yang energy was drawn out of the magic artifact and merged into the Yin-Yang Pearl, causing the gem at the end of the magic artifact to quickly dim.

In a short while, the Yang energy of the Yang Pearl had increased to 416, an increase of forty-three strands, while the Yin energy of the Yin Pearl had increased to 1225, an increase of 45 strands.

"This is truly a treasure. According to Master Yang's memories, this gemstone seems to be called Source Crystal. It is derived from an ancient spirit stone and is extremely precious. By combining Source Crystal with one's own essence and blood, one can activate magical artifacts. It was bestowed by the Supreme Holy Mother."

Zhao Wuji felt the increase in Yin and Yang energy and was quite invigorated.

However, after glancing at the corpse, he abandoned the magical artifact, returned his soul to the sword pellet, and quickly went back.

This magical artifact was passed down by the Supreme Holy Mother, so there's no guarantee it won't have some kind of tracking method. Activating it is also subject to many restrictions. He absorbed the Yin and Yang energy and then stopped while he was ahead, not wanting to cause any trouble.

Once his soul returned to the tree, Zhao Wuji used his aura to confirm that no one was around. He quickly returned his soul to his physical body, flashed away from the treetop, and rushed into the inn.

Even with the Pill Manipulation Technique, it's impossible to take away the Yellow Court Inner Scripture; one must rely on one's own physical body.

He moved very quickly, his speed and agility were no less than that of an ordinary Transformation Master.

After reaching the third floor of the inn, they quickly found the Huangting Neijing Jing hidden in a secret compartment, based on the location of the books in Master Yang's memory.

"The precious book has finally been obtained."

Zhao Wuji picked up the ancient book, and looking at the archaic handwriting, a surge of excitement rose in his heart.

The secret to the guiding technique is about to be unlocked, and he will soon embark on the path to immortality.
(End of this chapter)