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第三卷 幽州乱 第四百二十三章 锦盒

Three soft sounds echoed in a continuous line, making it impossible to distinguish which came first.

The ghostly mist seemed to sense the danger and churned even more violently.

The hair-robed cultivator's face showed an extremely serious expression. He opened his mouth and spat out another drop of essence blood. After the treasure absorbed it, it trembled slightly and then split into two gourd-shaped objects, each emitting a similar beam of light.

Without saying anything, the red-robed elder and the haughty female cultivator exchanged glances, both feeling uneasy about the situation. The other cultivators were also surprised by the ghost king's escape earlier.

However, after the ghostly mist dissipated, no unexpected events occurred for a long time. Everyone looked at each other, while the hair-robed cultivator showed signs of extreme joy and darted towards the large cart.

The red-robed elder and the female cultivator exchanged glances, unwilling to fall behind, and unleashed their abilities in pursuit.

Other sect disciples split into three groups, forming a loose circle around the large cart.

Lin Xuan's eyebrows rose as he released his spirit sense. Although it was several hundred feet away, everything was clear to him.

On the ghostly cart, there were several boxes, each quite heavy.

The hair-robed cultivator glanced at his two companions and flashed an evil look before flicking his fingers. Several beams of white light shot out, opening the lids of the boxes.

"These are..."

Inside the boxes, various treasures lay in abundance. While the crystal stones weren't mentioned, the rare materials for refining artifacts dazzled the eyes.

Among them were even materials like thousand-year copper essence and the mother of玄铁 (mysterious iron), used to forge top-grade magical weapons.

The hair-robed cultivator's eyes gleamed with excitement as he swallowed a mouthful of saliva. The red-robed elder's face turned slightly pink, clearly excited too.

Only Lin Xuan showed disappointment on his face; although these treasures were valuable, they weren't what he was looking for—true top-grade materials. He hadn't seen any such items.

Had they left?

Lin Xuan shook his head. Since he had been lurking for so long, he wanted to see the end of this affair.

"Refiner Fairy Ning and Young Brother Zhou, let's divide these treasures according to their value," said the red-robed elder, breaking the silence. "Of course, Young Brother Zhou should get an extra share, which will be given in advance."

"Sounds good."

"I have no objections."

Seeing both nodding in agreement, the red-robed elder's face brightened. Among the three parties, his was the weakest. The Fairy Ning was a ghost cultivator, and this hair-robed cultivator had originally been weaker than himself. But with that ancient gourd treasure, he would likely lose more often than win.

Since he was in a disadvantaged position, he didn't want any mishaps. Quickly dividing the treasures and leaving would be best.

The elder's thoughts spurred him into action, quickly dividing the spoils of war according to their value. The hair-robed cultivator received slightly more.

This made the Fairy Ning eye him with envy, but she quickly hid it. In the cultivation world, breaking a promise wasn't uncommon as long as all witnesses were silenced. However, that ancient gourd treasure left her feeling uneasy, and she suppressed the tempting idea.

Despite their ulterior motives, they still showed mutual respect on the surface, appearing calm and harmonious.

The elder quickly counted most of the treasures.

"Eh, what's this?"

Hearing his exclamation, other cultivators turned to see a small compartment at the bottom of the cart. Inside was a jade-encrusted box.

The box was about a foot long, with several black talismans affixed to its surface. Lin Xuan could easily sense the repressive aura emanating from it, but his unease grew stronger.

The red-robed elder hesitated as he picked up the box, but his limited experience couldn't match Lin Xuan's. After a moment of hesitation, greed took over.

He raised his left hand and flicked his fingers, tearing one of the talismans with a flash of essence light. Then, using his thumb, he tried to open the lid.

But before he could finish, the jade box suddenly levitated.

Seeing this, the red-robed elder was momentarily stunned. He quickly cast a spell, and a large red hand appeared in the sky, reaching for the box.

"Idiot!"

Lin Xuan cursed from his hiding spot.

Suddenly, an astonishing amount of essence energy burst out of the box, forming a blue sword that effortlessly sliced through the hand into pieces.

"Haha, finally seeing the light. As a token of gratitude, let me send you to the west on a crane."

A mocking voice suddenly came from inside the box, accompanied by a metallic clanging sound. The tone was intimidatingly bold.

"What's this? Playing tricks?"

The red-robed elder was shocked and quickly removed his protective barrier before shouting loudly.

"Why so noisy? If you want to die, start with yourself!"

Suddenly, the mirror box began spinning rapidly without warning, accompanied by faint thunderous sounds.

Everyone became highly alert, unleashing their treasures for protection. The scene was filled with flashing lights, quite spectacular.

The red-robed elder's expression turned fierce as he released a strange round cone-shaped artifact, which transformed into a sharp beam and aimed at the box.

However, it was too late. A loud thunderclap sounded as the box shattered, releasing a red beam that struck the elder at lightning speed.

Sizzle...

The protective barrier barely held up, breaking like a soap bubble. The elder spat out blood, his left chest now marred by a large hole.

He lowered his head to examine the wound and showed disbelief, but life was slowly draining from him.

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