Qin Wentian stared at the blood-colored demonic halberd embedded deep into the ground as his heart trembled. What a heavy sense of resentment.
This Chi Yezi was a fifth-ranked weaponsmith grandmaster and had an esteemed status. He would definitely be respected by others, but who would have thought that the young master of the Yin Clan would be such a silkpants, forcing a fifth-ranked weaponsmith grandmaster into such a desperate situation, killing his entire clan and even sacrificing his blood to the halberd.
Even after his death, he still wanted to kill the young master of the Yin Clan. Hence, those who tried to retrieve the halberd were all killed. Who would have thought that the young master of the Yin Clan would be so lucky to have escaped and sealed this entire region, wanting to see what was so strange about the halberd, causing the deaths of so many people.
With a flicker of his silhouette, Qin Wentian dashed towards the direction of the scarlet demon halberd. The nearer he got to the halberd, the more he felt a terrifying energy affecting his state of mind, causing his heart to feel uneasy, as well as irritable.
Finally, Qin Wentian arrived near the scarlet demon halberd. Abruptly, he only felt a blood-colored glow enveloping him. The sky was incomparably dark, and the surroundings were littered with skeletons. Blood dyed the heavens and earth red, and numerous terrifying demons howled as they rushed towards him. A ghost with disheveled hair dashed towards him, its eyes filled with hatred, causing the hearts of those who saw it to tremble.
Beams of blood-colored light gushed into Qin Wentian's sea of consciousness. However, his eyes were clear as he calmly stared at the vengeful spirit in front of him. He then spoke in a low voice, "Senior, my state of heart will not be affected by dream intents."
At this moment, Qin Wentian already knew what sort of energy this was.
Chi Yezi was most definitely proficient in dream intents as well. He was able to seep into the minds of others, causing them to fall into a trance.
It was just that when Qin Wentian was tempering himself in the Royal Tomb, he had already experienced how terrifying the dreamscape was. Right now, Chi Yezi's dream intents had no way to affect his state of heart.
That departed spirit seemed to be unwilling to give up. It continued howling as it lunged towards Qin Wentian.
Qin Wentian silently shook his head as he spoke in a low voice, "Senior's resentment has already caused so many deaths, yet your enemy is still safe and sound. Why must you do this?"
As the sound of his voice faded, Qin Wentian continued stepping forwards, moving towards the scarlet demon halberd. Stretching out his palms, he grabbed onto the halberd as he faintly stated, "Senior, please direct all your resentment towards me."
The instant he brandished the scarlet demon halberd in his hands, a towering amount of resentment gushed towards him. His mind was in a state of chaos, this dream-devil intent was trying to shake his memories. However, Qin Wentian's state of mind was too tough, his resistance to this kind of power could only be described as terrifying. That time in the Royal Tomb, to him, was like a cycle of reincarnation. It was too cruel, tempering his state of heart to the point of transformation. Right now, this dream-devil intent couldn't shake him at all.
"Junior doesn't dare to say for sure. But if there's a chance, I will use this halberd forged with the heart's blood to slay your enemy for you." After speaking, Qin Wentian's palms trembled as he sliced open his finger, allowing his blood to flow into the runic patterns on the halberd. At the same time, his will seeped into the halberd, erasing the traces of resentment left behind by Chi Yezi.
A moment later, his hand trembled as he pulled out the Scarlet Demon Halberd and put it away.
"Let this place return to peace." Qin Wentian spoke in a low voice. After which, his silhouette flickered as he vanished from sight.
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Early the next morning, the news of the scarlet demon halberd disappearing circulated, causing many to sigh in shock.
Vanished, the halberd was actually taken away by someone?
Could it be that the Yin Clan finally sent out a Celestial Phenomenon Ascendant to forcefully take the halberd away?
As they thought of this, the crowd silently confirmed that this must be the case. The Yin Clan secretly took away the halberd and the crowd didn't dare to say anything, only occasionally discussing it in secret.
However, they didn't know that a certain young master of the Yin Clan was infuriated by this. He spent so much effort to obtain a tyrannical ancient halberd for Shang Qi, even going so far as to make a move against a fifth-ranked weaponsmith, causing his reputation to be tarnished. Yet in the end, the scarlet demon halberd was actually taken away by someone else.
Not only that, there was another piece of news that made him extremely unhappy yesterday. The men he sent to capture Song Jia were injured by an expert and Song Jia was taken away by someone else. These two matters made him extremely unhappy.
As for Song Jia, she was currently still in the inn. She had just woken up and was having her meal downstairs when she heard the news of the scarlet demon halberd being taken away. She couldn't help but feel sorrow in her heart. Most probably, this was done by someone from the Yin Clan.
"Miss Song, what a coincidence." At this moment, a voice drifted over, causing Song Jia's beautiful eyes to freeze. She inclined her head and stared at the handsome young man walking over, feeling extremely surprised.
"Why are you here?" Song Jia saw that Qin Wentian was carrying a pet in his arms, appearing extremely carefree and at ease.
"I was wandering around and didn't expect to meet Miss Song here." Qin Wentian smiled as he sat opposite to Song Jia. "Earlier, Miss Song was threatened by someone, yet now you are free. You must have had some good fortune, why didn't you return to Luo City?"
Song Jia's countenance dimmed when she heard this. After which, she shook her head and replied, "I understand Yin Cheng very well. He wouldn't rest until he achieved his goal. If I return, he would still send people to my clan. At that time, if I'm not around, wouldn't I implicate my loved ones?"
"In that case, do you intend to walk right into his trap? This isn't something that your clan would want to see, right?" Qin Wentian asked.
"Today, the Xuan King City will be hosting a Treasure Seizing Assembly at the Heavenly Mountain. At that time, all the major powers will be there, including Yin Cheng. I'll apologize to him in front of everyone and beg for his forgiveness, hoping that he would spare me out of consideration for his face. Although this is an extremely unbearable act, if I die, my clan would surely be heartbroken. Unless I have no other choice, I don't want to become a skeleton at such a young age."
Song Jia calmly continued, "In life, there will always be times when we have no choice but to lower our heads. If I matured earlier and didn't spout nonsense, I wouldn't have ended up like this today."
Qin Wentian stared at the calm Song Jia as he sighed in his heart. Indeed, experiences could change people. After experiencing such a thing, Song Jia's state of mind had clearly changed.
"I have nothing to do, and the Treasure Seizing Assembly is surely going to be extremely lively. Let me join in the fun as well." Qin Wentian casually laughed, yet he was sighing in his heart. Initially, he wanted to silently save Song Jia, but now that this woman wanted to walk right into his trap, how troublesome. However, there was no way for Qin Wentian to watch her walk to her death.
"Taking the wine of others is truly troublesome." Qin Wentian silently mused.
Song Jia inclined her head and glanced at Qin Wentian before nodding her head, "It's fine if you go. But after we reach the Heavenly Mountain, don't travel together with me. I don't want you to be implicated by my matters."
Qin Wentian didn't reply. After the two of them ate some snacks, they continued on their way.
When Song Jia saw Little Rascal transforming into a pegasus, her eyes involuntarily shone with a bright light.
"This is Little Rascal's transformation technique. Come on, we still need you to lead the way." Qin Wentian smiled at Song Jia. Song Jia hesitated for a moment before nodding her head and hopping onto Little Rascal's back.
Momentarily, Little Rascal soared up into the air, flying in the direction of the Heavenly Mountain in the Xuan King City.
The Heavenly Mountain was located in the western region of the Xuan King City. The entire western region of the Heavenly Mountain was surrounded by a mountain range that extended far into the distance.
Although there were countless experts in the Xuan King City, there were still many mysterious places in the Heavenly Mountain Range that had yet to be explored. Many secluded cultivators would choose to cultivate in the Heavenly Mountain Range.
And precisely because of the mysteriousness of the Heavenly Mountain, there would often be strange treasures appearing there. As time passed, the Heavenly Mountain Range would host a Treasure Seizing Assembly once every half a year.
On the main peak of the Heavenly Mountain, the number of people who came here to trade their treasures was innumerable.
However at this moment, Song Jia wasn't in the mood to do so. She walked on the mountain path as she spoke to Qin Wentian, "The Treasure Seizing Assembly every year is divided into different levels. Those at the Yuanfu Realm and below would be gathered at the foot of the mountain; those below the sixth level of Heavenly Dipper would be gathered at the waist of the mountain.
"Yin Cheng's cultivation base has already broken through to the third level of Heavenly Dipper. For this year's Treasure Seizing Assembly, he would definitely invite some of the major powers in the Xuan King City to gather at the waist of the mountain, sending people to appraise their treasures. This has always been their style." Song Jia slowly spoke, "Let's part ways here. I'll head to the waist of the mountain, you don't need to care about me anymore."
"Mhm." Qin Wentian nodded his head lightly. Song Jia didn't expect him to agree so readily, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment in her heart. When humans were in despair, they would always want to find something to rely on. Although she didn't want to implicate Qin Wentian, but seeing how Qin Wentian didn't even bother to say a word of pleasantries, she couldn't help but feel hurt.
Turning around, Song Jia let out a bitter smile before leaving the area.
Little Rascal had already reverted back to its original form, and was carried in Qin Wentian's embrace. As they walked on the mountain path, Qin Wentian's perception extended outwards, and an instant later, he arrived before a stall.
"Old man, are these divine inscriptions scrolls?" Qin Wentian glanced at the ancient scrolls on the ground as he asked the old man standing in front of the stall.
"Little fellow, your judgement isn't bad. You should have some understanding of divine inscriptions. These scrolls are inscribed with a shield of divine inscriptions that can withstand an attack from experts below the fifth level of Heavenly Dipper. It's not a bad life-saving treasure." The old man stroked his beard as he smiled.
Qin Wentian lightly shook his head. To him, these scrolls weren't of much use. No matter how powerful the divine inscriptions were, they wouldn't be of much use. If he really met an opponent he couldn't defeat, these scrolls would be used up in a single attack, and he wouldn't be able to escape. Unless, during a chaotic battle, these scrolls would be of great use.
"Are there any divine inscriptions scrolls that contain the power of space and are capable of teleportation?" Qin Wentian asked. Although he could inscribe divine inscriptions, he wasn't proficient in spatial energy. Back then, Qin Zheng had one, and when he was cultivating in the thirty-six mountain peaks, he was able to ascend any of the mountains.
"Nope." The old man shook his head. "Not only do you need to be proficient in divine inscriptions, you also need to be a grandmaster proficient in spatial energy in order to create these scrolls. Depending on the teleportation effect, the value of these scrolls will be different. Divine inscriptions that can allow you to teleport across long distances are priceless. You need to go to the mountain waist and try your luck. But even if there are any, I'm afraid you won't be able to obtain them."
"Thank you old man for your guidance." Qin Wentian clasped his hands as he casually smiled. After which, he slowly walked towards the mountain waist.
He naturally knew how valuable the divine inscriptions he spoke of were. But now that he was roaming the world, it would be even better if he had some life-saving treasures!
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