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Her gaze swept over the crowd, finally settling on Mu Nanzhi, her eyes full of teasing:
Miss Mu, it's been a long time. Do you still have enough medicine in your pouch?
His words were laced with sarcasm, clearly indicating that he still remembered their secret battle in the Lost Forest.
Chapter 337 Wei Changxuan's Power!
Tang Xuejian remained silent, standing coldly in the shadows.
Three bone-piercing nails were held between her fingers, their cold light flashing. The Tang Clan's mechanisms, faintly visible at the cuffs of her sleeves, gleamed with a metallic sheen, ready to launch an attack at the slightest sign of trouble.
Wei Changxuan yawned lazily, his Thunder Tribulation Wooden Sword pointing diagonally at the ground.
Lightning flashed like a snake at the tip of the sword: "Zhuge Yun, are you planning to rob me by force?" His voice was casual, yet it made the air suddenly feel colder.
Zhuge Yun smiled and shook his head, the compass twirling nimbly in his palm, the gears meshing with a crisp, pleasant sound: "Brother Wei, you've misunderstood. I'm just here to discuss a collaboration."
Cooperation? Zhao Yujia sneered, slamming the broken peach wood sword heavily against the ground in his hand.
When you were ambushing other teams earlier, why didn't you mention cooperation?
His voice was filled with anger, and as he recalled the battle he had just witnessed outside the temple, a fierce rage ignited in his eyes.
Zhuge Yun's expression remained unchanged, his gaze behind his glasses as deep and unfathomable as an abyss: The Tianqi Grand Examination was, after all, a test of individual ability. He paused,
A hidden compartment suddenly popped out from the compass surface, revealing half of a yellowed parchment scroll.
Moreover, the fragments you have are only part of the underground palace map, while I—he paused deliberately, his smile becoming increasingly unfathomable—have another part.
A brief silence fell over the hall, with only the sound of the bronze compass gears turning being particularly clear in the stillness.
The two sides are locked in a tense standoff, with swords drawn, and a battle over the secret treasure of the underground palace has only just begun.
Dark purple miasma churned at the top of the cave. Wei Changxuan lowered his eyes, gazing intently at the runes flowing on the compass.
Ripples spread across the surface of the bronze compass, and a mysterious rune materialized from nothingness, emitting a faint blue light.
His fingertips unconsciously traced the edge of the compass, the coolness of the metal seeping through his palm.
"We got the other part." The voice was deep, yet it was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake.
Zhuge Yun stood with his hands behind his back, the jade pendant at his waist gleaming warmly in the dim light.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, a barely perceptible glint of shrewdness flashing within them, and a meaningful smile curved his lips. "Interesting. So you want to... merge the clues?"
"Indeed." Zhuge Yun nodded slightly, the jade crown in his hair reflecting a cold light.
"The underground palace is dangerous, full of traps and protected by ancient restrictions. With just one team, it would be difficult to even get close to the entrance, let alone escape unscathed."
Yin Luoxia lightly waved her folding fan, and nine illusory figures appeared and disappeared behind her.
The spiritual energy surrounding him condensed into fine threads, tracing eerie paths in the air.
"Young Master Zhuge, you attacked our people just now, and now you're talking about cooperation? Isn't that a bit too insincere?" A faint fragrance wafted out as the folding fan opened and closed.
Before she could finish speaking, Tang Xuejian suddenly stepped forward, her soft whip lashing out with a "whoosh," sending sparks flying across the ground. "Enough nonsense, either hand it over, or—"
"Or what?" Wei Changxuan slowly raised his head, lightning crackling on the Thunder Tribulation Wooden Sword.
The crackling sound of electricity was particularly clear in the silent cave, and the eerie blue light of the electricity made his face flicker between light and shadow. "All three of you, come at me together?"
The temperature inside the cave plummeted to 89 degrees Celsius, and the spiritual energy around the nine people surged wildly, colliding and creating dazzling sparks.
Zhuge Yun remained calm, raising his hand in a gesture of restraint, indicating to Tang Xuejian to remain composed.
"Brother Wei, why get angry? I'm just proposing a win-win solution."
His voice was clear and melodious, possessing a magical quality that made people want to believe him.
Chapter 338 Purple-Clad Marquis, White-Haired Immortal!
"Oh?" Wei Changxuan raised an eyebrow, the lightning on the Thunder Tribulation Wooden Sword subsided slightly, but it still crackled. "Tell me about it."
Zhuge Yun lightly touched the compass with his fingertips, and a pale golden halo spread out from the runes, gradually outlining a phantom map in front of everyone.
On the map, the entrance to the underground palace shimmered with an eerie green light, while the runes wielded by Zhuge Yun emitted a dazzling golden glow, echoing the entrance from afar.
"The fragments in your hands point to the entrance of the underground palace, while the runes I possess are the key to breaking the restrictions of the underground palace."
If we cooperate, we can definitely achieve twice the result with half the effort.
Otherwise, even if you find the entrance, you'll only be able to look at it with envy.
A brief silence fell over the cave, broken only by the occasional crackling of electricity emanating from the Thunder Tribulation Wooden Sword.
Wei Changxuan's thumb unconsciously rubbed the tassel of the Thunder Tribulation Wooden Sword, the gilded patterns slightly protruding under his fingertip.
He glanced at Mu Nanzhi's pale profile out of the corner of his eye. She lowered her gaze and stared at the runes flowing on the compass, her eyelashes casting butterfly-wing-like shadows under her eyes.
The runes he mentioned are indeed necessary for breaking the restrictions.
Her voice was like water soaked in a cold pool, carrying a hint of imperceptible weariness. The silver bell on her wrist swayed gently with her breath, making a soft, tinkling sound.
The atmosphere inside the cave subtly changed with those words.
Wei Changxuan suddenly threw his head back and laughed loudly, the sound causing water droplets on the stalactites on the cave ceiling to fall and splash on the ground: "Alright, let's cooperate then." He reached out and tossed the compass to Zhuge Yun, the metallic clang as crisp as cracking jade. "But let's make it clear first, of the treasures in the underground palace, I want the 'Taiqing True Scripture'."
Zhuge Yun caught the compass steadily, the jade thumb ring touching the bronze surface.
A fleeting flash of inspiration crossed his eyes. A barely perceptible look of surprise crossed his gaze.
His smile immediately returned to its gentle, warm tone.
Brother Wei is indeed straightforward. Before he finished speaking, a piercing shriek suddenly came from outside the cave, as if a thousand steel knives were scraping against the rock wall at the same time.
The glazed tiles of Zhenwu Temple suddenly shattered, and shards of porcelain, like broken jade, swept in with the fierce wind.
Wei Changxuan swung his sword in a backhand motion, and the lightning from the wooden sword shattered all the broken porcelain. Amidst the bluish-purple lightning, two figures slowly descended on the rolling dark clouds.
The white-haired elder at the head of the group lightly touched the ground with his toes; his black iron longsword remained unsheathed.
The bluestone slabs on the ground were cracked with spiderweb-like patterns, and the chilling sword energy spread along the cracks, condensing into ice crystals wherever it passed.
The purple-clad man following closely behind had a piece of amethyst bone flute slip out of his sleeve.
The poisonous mist escaping from the flute hole condensed into a skull shape in mid-air, instantly turning any stone pillar it touched into black water.
White-haired immortal! Purple-robed marquis! Zhuge Yun's pupils suddenly contracted, and the jade pendant at his waist emitted a dazzling blue light.
The compass in his hand spun wildly, and densely packed hexagrams appeared on its bronze surface.
As the runes flowed, the miasma on the cave ceiling suddenly condensed into a vortex.
It engulfed the falling debris and poisonous fumes.
Tang Xuejian drew her soft whip with a backhand motion; the tip of the whip was wreathed in crimson flames.
Yin Luoxia's nine illusory figures emitted sharp screechs, while Wei Changxuan held the Thunder Tribulation Wooden Sword horizontally in front of his chest.
As his fingertips traced the spine of the sword, a string of fine sparks flew: Perfect timing, let's settle both old and new scores today.
Yan Feifei's silver ribbon around her waist moved without wind, creating fine, silvery patterns on the satin surface.
It coiled around her slender wrist as if it were alive.
The young girl's expression changed slightly, and the silver ribbon suddenly taut, drawing a semi-transparent defensive barrier in the air.
How come they are here?
Before the words were even finished, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the surface of the barrier, clearly indicating that it had sensed the powerful pressure from the newcomer.
Chapter 339 The Shock of the Crowd: Wei Changxuan's Strength!
Tang Xuejian's fingertips flashed with cold light as seven bone-piercing nails swirled in her palm, their poisoned bodies gleaming with an eerie, ghostly blue.
She lightly touched the ground with her toes and took a half-step back, the black iron whip lashing out in a sharp arc behind her.
It seems someone doesn't want us to leave alive.
His cool voice carried a hint of bloodthirsty excitement, and the cinnabar gourd at his waist swayed slightly with his movements, releasing wisps of medicinal fragrance.
The white-haired immortal's silver hair cascaded down like a waterfall, moving without wind, and the long sword in his hand reflected a chilling light.
His gaze locked onto Wei Changxuan like a hawk's, and the chill around him condensed into frost flowers, blooming at the hem of his clothes:
Kid, hand over the bronze fragment, or you're dead.
The moment the words left his mouth, the temperature within a radius of ten feet plummeted to freezing point, and even the white breath exhaled by everyone instantly condensed into ice crystals.
The Purple-Clad Marquis let out a sinister laugh, and gently blew on the amethyst bone flute held to his lips.
The purple poisonous mist transformed into countless phantom snakes, swirling and hissing around him.
Why waste time talking to them? Just kill them.
Wherever the poisonous fog passed, wisps of smoke rose from the blue bricks, and the ground was quickly corroded into deep pits.
With one hand, Wei Changxuan carried the Thunder Tribulation Wooden Sword on his shoulder. The lightning on the surface of the wooden sword crackled, making his smile even more arrogant.
He tilted his head, sizing up the two men who were approaching menacingly, his boot toes casually grinding against the broken porcelain on the ground.
"Oh? You two, are you threatening me?" Before the words were even finished, the white-haired immortal's sword had already torn through the air and arrived.
"Frosty Sky and Snow Burial!" the white-haired immortal roared, and thousands of sword energies burst forth from the tip of his sword, like a silver river hanging upside down.
The biting cold instantly froze the entire hall, and a thick layer of ice quickly covered the floor, walls, and beams.
Even the dust in the air froze into ice crystals.
Wei Changxuan's pupils contracted sharply, and the lightning on the Thunder Tribulation Wooden Sword surged.
He transformed into a streak of green light, dodging and weaving through the crisscrossing ice shards.
Each slash of sword energy that grazed the hem of his clothes sparked a string of dazzling sparks.
A chilling cold permeated the air, and Zhuge Yun's expression turned solemn. He retreated swiftly, and the compass in his hand shone brightly, slowly unfolding an ancient barrier.
Runes flowed across the barrier's surface, emitting a series of buzzing sounds, barely managing to resist the biting cold that rushed towards them.
However, the corrosive power of the cold air far exceeded expectations; Zhuge Yun's face instantly turned as pale as paper.
His voice trembled slightly: "What terrifying sword intent! This pressure is simply suffocating!"
Seeing this, Zhao Yujia gritted his teeth and unhesitatingly drew his spare peach wood sword.
The sword emitted a faint golden light, but the moment it touched the cold air, it made a crisp cracking sound, sending wood chips flying.
Asking for flowers