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第五卷 天云十二州 第一千二百三十五章 晶威炮

Tianzhou, the domain of demons.

Field Xiaojian sized up the mountain peak before him. From a distance, it seemed unremarkable, but his face was full of joy as he once again took out the broken map from his pocket and compared it meticulously. There! That must be where it is. He then put away the map and took out a yellowish-brown treasure from his storage bag. It was a soil-grade earthevading talisman (Earth Diving Talisman). Field Xiaojian hesitated not as he stuck it to his chest. A flash of spiritual light passed, enveloping his body in a golden glow. He soared into the mountain peak like an arrow. The hard rocks beneath him seemed non-existent; it was as if he had jumped into water, completely vanishing inside the mountain.

This was the marvel of Immortal Techniques.

Inside the mountain, Field Xiaojian's face lit up with joy. If his calculations were correct, there should be a large stash of Luo Family treasures buried here.

The Luo Family of Tianzhou once dominated twelve states for tens of thousands of years, commanding both human and demon tribes to submit. Although they were eventually destroyed by the Seven Factions, their main base was stripped bare.

But such a powerful family with many talented individuals would not put all their eggs in one basket. The wealth from the main base was just a small portion; most of the treasures and magical artifacts lay hidden within these demon domains.

After flying for a moment, an ice city appeared before him. Even Field Xiaojian, known for his composure, could not help but show surprise on his face.

This city was built among several massive snow-capped mountains, with a grand and expansive layout. Although it couldn't match the scale of Xuan Yuan City, its size far exceeded that of ordinary cultivator settlements. The walls were hundreds of feet high, reflecting a deep blue under the sunlight. "Huh? What's that?" Field Xiaojian suddenly raised an eyebrow as his face showed signs of surprise. It was understandable why he was surprised; on the city walls stood numerous large cylinders.

They varied in size, with some having diameters of over ten feet and others just a foot or so. They looked like cannons from the secular world.

Field Xiaojian's brows furrowed as he knew that such things existed in the secular world—artillery was far more effective than swords and spears for human armies. But to cultivators, it was worthless, not even matching the basic Fireball Spell in power.

The Tianzhao Sect ranked among the Seven Great Powers; why would they use artillery here?

Field Xiaojian was initially surprised but quickly realized something was off. All these cylinders were made of iron and had various inscribed runes and miniature magical arrays around them. Depending on their size, different numbers of cultivators stood beside them—those with a diameter of ten feet or so were manned by Spirit Flowing Period disciples, while the largest ones had three Foundation Establishment Period cultivators.

"Is it that you haven't heard about our Crystal Might Cannons?" Páng Bó was taken aback as he showed a hint of surprise on his face.

"What's a Crystal Might Cannon?" Field Xiaojian scratched his head. He hadn't heard of such a thing; after all, he had no ties to the Tianzhao Sect and rarely paid attention to it.

Since Field Xiaojian had made this request, as a mere Condensation Core Period cultivator, Páng Bó naturally had no reason to refuse. With a pleading expression on his face, he began to explain in detail: "Crystal Might Cannons are an ancient type of magical artifact."

"Magical artifacts?"

"Yes, they're different from the usual kind. The method of crafting them has long been lost, but only our Tianzhao Sect still retains it and can cast them. These cannons are incredibly complex yet possess astonishing power, divided into lower-grade, middle-grade, upper-grade, and top-tier categories. A lower-grade Crystal Might Cannon is hard for a Condensation Core Period cultivator to withstand, while a middle-grade one can hunt Infant Soul cultivators. As for the top-tier ones..."

"How about them?" Field Xiaojian said with great interest.

"Haha, even for a senior like you, it's uncertain whether you could withstand such a cannon." Páng Bó spoke proudly.

"Really?"

"I dare not lie; these Crystal Might Cannons are ancient artifacts. Our sect has replicated so many of them. Even if an old monster from the Separation Stage came to attack, thousands of cannons firing together would be enough to defeat them, but it's a pity how much crystal stones they consume." Páng Bó looked slightly disappointed as he spoke.

Field Xiaojian didn't say anything but watched the cylinders on the city walls with his eyes aglow.

Outside the city walls, in addition to the various-sized cylinders, there were many other restrictions and thousands of cultivators patrolling. However, Field Xiaojian's group entered the city without undergoing strict scrutiny.

After all, a mere senior cultivator causing trouble at the main base of the Tianzhao Sect would be asking for a fight. No one would do such a foolish thing.

The streets inside the city were wide and lined with various pavilions and buildings. Páng Bó led Field Xiaojian directly to an elegant palace. It was a two-story building.

"Senior, please take a seat. You've come here to buy something, but I'm just a disciple responsible for patrolling. This matter needs to be reported to the other officials," Páng Bó said apologetically, fearing he might offend this powerful old monster.

Field Xiaojian nodded without showing any displeasure. Compared to other Infant Soul cultivators, Field Xiaojian seemed quite adept at handling situations. Páng Bó used a sound transmission talisman.

Just half a cup of tea later, the door of the pavilion was pushed open, and a woman walked in. She looked no more than twenty-three or four but had already entered the Infant Soul Stage. Although Field Xiaojian's keen eyesight revealed she had just advanced, it was still impressive.

"Salutations, Senior Aunt," Páng Bó said with respect as he bowed to her.

However, she ignored him and fixed her gaze on Field Xiaojian's face. Her divine sense swept over him, causing a look of surprise to appear on her pretty face—indeed, this was an advanced-stage senior cultivator.

She curtsied and smiled slightly: "I am Xue Qiaoyun, the outer hall elder. May I ask your name?"

"My name is Li Yaotian; I'm just a wandering cultivator," Field Xiaojian said with a smile, not revealing his true identity.

Xue Qiaoyun's eyes flashed with confusion. The name "Li Yaotian" was unfamiliar; a wandering cultivator? Could the other party be one of those reclusive old monsters who never left their seclusion? Ah, Páng Nien-ni mentioned that he had never heard of Crystal Might Cannons, so it was indeed possible that this was an advanced-stage cultivator who had been secluded for a long time.

Xue Qiaoyun's mind raced but her face remained smiling. She waved her hand, and the three cultivators bowed respectfully before retreating.

Xue Qiaoyun came to Field Xiaojian's side and personally brewed him some spiritual tea: "Senior Li, what do you wish to buy here?"

"Haha, Lady Fairy, your words are so direct. I won't be coy either. I admire the prowess of your sect and want to purchase a few puppets for fun. Do you think you can make such a decision?" Field Xiaojian said with a smile.

"Puppets?" Xue Qiaoyun was taken aback. She had expected him to buy elixirs or magical artifacts, but she didn't expect him to be interested in puppets.

As an Infant Soul cultivator and someone who often received guests with various unusual requests, although she was surprised inside, her face showed no signs of it: "What kind of puppet does Senior wish to purchase?"

"Of course, an Infant Soul one," Field Xiaojian said calmly after taking a sip of tea.

"Infant Soul puppets?"

"Yes." Field Xiaojian nodded. "Lady Fairy should have seen that although my magical power is weak, I've entered the realm of great cultivators. With my abilities, Condensation Core Period puppets would be useless."

"The senior's words are correct," Xue Qiaoyun's face showed a hint of difficulty as she smiled wryly: "Of course, it's not that I'm unwilling to help; according to sect rules, Infant Soul puppets aren't sold."

Field Xiaojian naturally knew this but pretended to be surprised. "Is that so? But I heard in the Xuan Yuan City auction, your sect even put out an Infant Soul puppet as a commodity."

"This is indeed true, but during the Tianzhou Trade Fair, which happens every three hundred years and is hosted by all seven factions together, it's customary to offer popular goods. However, we never sell Infant Soul puppets in regular times," Xue Qiaoyun said firmly.

"Oh, can't that be flexible?" Field Xiaojian said without taking it seriously.

"Flexible?" Xue Qiaoyun raised her eyebrows and smiled lightly: "Of course not; but what price are you willing to pay for such a puppet?"

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