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第七章 灵器

Sudden events left Lin Xuan stunned. Zhang Yu's voice, broken and intermittent, reached his ears: "Alright, I admit it, I was wrong. You want to take the treasure all by yourself?"

"Indeed," Zhou Yan's voice remained seductive but carried a hint of viciousness. "Master, you've been kind to me, but I understand the risks of holding onto treasures. For old times' sake, I'll let you leave with your life intact."

Listening to their conversation, Lin Xuan was more curious than ever. Zhou Yan had dared to murder her master for the sake of a treasure. What kind of treasure could have such allure? Despite his curiosity, he didn't dare act rashly.

This sister was ruthless and far stronger in cultivation than him. Lin Xuan didn’t want to risk his life over a mere curiosity.

"Ahh!"

A mournful scream filled with blood splattered through the gaps in the grass. Lin Xuan saw Zhou Yan stab her master's chest, and a yellow light ball emerged from Zhang Yu’s body, desperately trying to escape.

"Your soul has left your body! You won't get away!" Zhou Yan was prepared, extending her right hand, fingers delicate as jade, grabbing the light ball.

The light ball struggled frantically but failed. Desperate, it pleaded: "Yan-er, for all I’ve done for you in the past..."

Zhou Yan remained unmoved, applying a bit of force to shatter the light ball into nothingness. Lin Xuan felt a chill at the sight. This Zhou sister had a heart as cold as ice; everyone knew that living beings were composed of body and soul. If the soul was destroyed, it could never reincarnate. In their battles, cultivators usually didn’t destroy each other’s souls, but Zhou Yan had done just that to her master.

Zhou Yan remained calm after the murder, beginning to search Zhang Yu's body. After a while, she showed great joy: "Found it!"

Despite knowing the danger, Lin Xuan couldn't resist his curiosity and peeked out. Zhou Yan held a small box about the size of a fist, carved from fine sandalwood. She caressed it with her hand, her face filled with excitement.

"Who?" Suddenly, Zhou Yan's expression changed to one of intense hatred as she stared in Lin Xuan’s direction. Lin Xuan groaned inwardly; he hadn't made any noise. A wild rabbit had happened by and drawn her attention away from him.

Fate was against him!

Lin Xuan quickly decided and his face turned grim. Witnessing Zhou Yan's murder, pleading or flattery were useless. He leaped out of hiding, his right hand sending several cold projectiles towards Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan snorted, forming a spell with her hands. A red protective shield appeared around her body, several ice pellets falling to the ground.

Blocking the attack with her qi shield, Zhou Yan's face showed a cold smile of relief. From the attack, she deduced that Lin Xuan’s cultivation was weak—only at the early stage of灵动期 (Língdòng qī).

With an ice projectile spell, Lin Xuan didn't stop but turned to run. The disparity in their strength meant he had no chance of winning a direct confrontation.

He activated a wind attribute "lightness technique" and ran for nearly a hundred meters in just a few seconds, zigzagging to avoid being caught easily. Using his familiarity with the terrain, he tried to buy time; even if the opponent used divine awareness to track him, unfamiliarity with the path would make it difficult.

After running some distance, Lin Xuan suddenly stopped and didn’t continue fleeing but instead examined his surroundings before squatting down to search the ground.

This action was highly suspicious. Zhou Yan was about to catch up, yet Lin Xuan lingered here for a purpose. After carefully searching: "Still here," he murmured softly, his frown easing into a calm expression.

Footsteps approached, and Zhou Yan had caught up nearby. Lin Xuan stood up, looking panicked... but this time it was an act.

"Want to run?" A seductive voice with malice and mockery came from behind him. Looking at Lin Xuan's attire, she confirmed he was indeed a fellow disciple of the sect. However, his cultivation was too weak—only at the second stage of灵动期 (Língdòng qī). Seeing his true strength, Zhou Yan’s expression relaxed; killing such an insignificant person would be effortless.

Seeing her contemptuous look, Lin Xuan felt relieved. If she underestimated him, he had a better chance of success. Still, he maintained his worried appearance: "Sister, don't... kill me!"

His plea was convincing, but he quietly moved two steps to the left.

"Hmph, seen my secret and still want to live?"

Zhou Yan was ruthless; having committed murder for a treasure, she wouldn’t spare him. She raised her left hand, summoning a tiny sword an inch long that grew as it caught the wind, reaching several meters in length. With dazzling swordlight, it flew towards Lin Xuan.

A灵器 (língqì) appeared on Zhou Yan’s face, making his expression serious.

A灵器 was a simplified version of a magical artifact for low-level cultivators to use. Don’t underestimate its power; though not as formidable as a real treasure, it could still perform great feats—flying and hiding with incredible skill.

At the fourth stage of灵动期 (Língdòng qī) cultivation, one could control a灵器, but this was purely theoretical. The reason was simple: while a灵器 was valuable, far less powerful than a real treasure, it was still rare for someone at the筑基期 (zhùjī qī). Only those with exceptional talent or inheritance from ancestors might possess one.

Zhou Yan’s move was swift and deadly; despite seeing Lin Xuan's weakness, she immediately used a killing technique to summon her灵器!

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