"If I could split it open, would I have asked someone to carry it here?" Duanmu Sheng rolled his eyes.
"You have a point, Third Senior Brother," Mingshi Yin said awkwardly.
Lu Zhou rose to his feet slowly and descended the steps with his hands on his back.
There were many boxes in the secret room.
He had never paid attention to it.
Many of the boxes were covered with a thick layer of dust because they had not been cleaned for a long time.
"After the secret chamber was destroyed, all the other boxes cracked, except for this one. I found it strange, so I asked someone to bring it over to take a look, "Duanmu Sheng said.
Mingshi Yin smiled.
"Master's things must be treasures."
Lu Zhou ignored them.
Instead, he bent down to take a closer look.
This chest should have been left behind by Ji Tiandao when he was still alive. However, too much time had passed, and his memory was blurred.
Lu Zhou could not recall.
"Restriction!"
Lu Zhou saw the densely packed veins around the box and recognized it.
This was an extremely special kind of restriction.
The patterns on the surface just so happened to surround all six sides of the box, forming a whole.
If one didn't look closely, one would think that it was an exquisite decorative pattern.
The strange thing was … all restrictions and arrays required Primal Qi to activate.
How did this restriction work?
That day, when he was in seclusion in the secret chamber, he used the Heavenly Book's mystical ability …
Under the influence of the Heavenly Book's supernatural power, chests, cabinets, and some low-quality weapons were all destroyed.
The fact that the box was able to remain intact under the Heavenly Book's supernatural power meant that it was either made of a special material or had an extremely strong defensive power.
"Master, you're well-versed in Formations and Restrictions. What kind of Restriction is carved on this box?" Mingshi Yin could not figure it out even after observing it for a long time.
Lu Zhou remained silent.
Instead, he continued to observe.
When he walked to the other side of the box, he saw a small gap in the middle of the box.
"Key …"
Mingshi Yin walked over and looked down. He exclaimed in shock, "You really need the key after all."
Duanmu Sheng saw the keyhole as well.
"Master, disciple will go look for the key now."
"Go …"
He turned around and left.
After all, the secret chamber was too messy. It would take some effort to find something as small as a key.
However, the key might not be in the secret room.
Lu Zhou glanced at the system dashboard. As he expected, there was a notification after the words' Search for lost keys'. 'Can open lost treasure chests'.
Before this, there was no corresponding notification.
So … the chest in front of him was a treasure chest related to the mission.
It was truly a case of wearing out iron shoes in fruitless search, only to find it by chance.
"Send them to the eastern pavilion." Lu Zhou waved his hand.
"Your disciple understands."
Mingshi Yin took the box away.
Lu Zhou waved his hand and put the Peacock Plume away before he returned to the eastern pavilion.
In the blink of an eye, another seven days had passed.
After meditating on the Heavenly Writing scrolls for seven days, Lu Zhou felt that the Heavenly Writing scrolls' extraordinary power had reached its peak.
Lu Zhou nodded inwardly. This meant he could use his power once or twice.
Currently, he had mastered two Heavenly Book supernatural powers. One was the supernatural power of speech, which was a sound technique supernatural power. The other was the supernatural power of total intellect, which was a rebound supernatural power.
Both of them required a large amount of Heavenly Writing's extraordinary power.
There was only one source of extraordinary power: understanding the Heavenly Book.
Lu Zhou sighed inwardly.
Seven or even ten days of meditation was only enough for him to use the supernatural power once.
The supernatural power had a high requirement for extraordinary power.
However, when he thought about the power of the supernatural power, he felt relieved.
He would get what he paid for.
"Master, a letter from Jiang Aijian." Zhao Yue's voice rang from outside.
Ever since Little Yuan 'er fell in love with the Nirvana Sash, Zhao Yue had been tasked with delivering letters. However, this was not a bad thing. Zhao Yue was more mature than Little Yuan 'er.
"Read it."
Zhao Yue produced the letter and read it respectfully.
"Old senior, I have three things to tell you. First, the former Sect Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Luo Xingkong, has sent out invitations to attack the Evil Sky Pavilion. However, the other sects don't seem to be making any moves. Luo Xingkong is flustered and exasperated. You must be careful. Second, your first disciple, the Sect Master of the Nether Sect, Yu Zhenghai, has annexed two minor Fiend Path sects, the Hundred Smelting Sect and the Ten Thousand Fiend Sect. Speaking of which, Yu Zhenghai has been very active recently … Third, I have another letter waiting for you."
Lu Zhou frowned slightly.
If he did not know Jiang Aijian's style, he would have been rendered speechless by this letter.
'Can't this fellow use a longer piece of paper to write a letter?'
That was the end of the report.
Zhao Yue felt slightly awkward. She did not know whether she should stand or leave.
"You're dismissed," Lu Zhou said indifferently.
"I'll take my leave. I'll report back when I receive the next letter." Zhao Yue left the eastern pavilion.
At this moment, Lu Zhou waved his arm.
The Peacock Plume appeared before him.
Lu Zhou was inwardly shocked when he saw the smooth surface of the Peacock Plume.
His seventh disciple had used this weapon much longer than Yu Zhenghai and Yu Shangrong.
It was clear that Si Wuya had used the Peacock Plume frequently.
Lu Zhou raised his hand and grabbed the Peacock Plume.
For some reason, the words' Refining Talisman 'appeared in his mind.
What would Si Wuya think if he refined it?
Lu Zhou waved his arm.
The last Refining Talisman appeared in his hand.
Perhaps, the compatibility had reached a certain level …
Si Wuya, who was sitting cross-legged in a secluded hut, suddenly opened his eyes. His brows were tightly knitted together.
He blurted out, "Peacock Plume."
This was how heaven-grade weapons worked.
When the compatibility between a weapon and its master reached a certain level, there would be a telepathic link between them.
It was hard to explain.
This was the case between Si Wuya and his Peacock Plume.
He did not know why he suddenly thought of the Peacock Plume.
"Sect master."
A gray-robed subordinate heard the commotion and appeared nearby.
"I'm fine," Si Wuya said.
"Sect master, should I … pay the Celestial Masters Sect a visit?"
"There's no need."
Si Wuya stood up slowly. "Eldest Senior Brother has promised to send someone to the Celestial Masters Sect. If I go, Eldest Senior Brother will think that I don't trust him. Second Senior Brother has injured Bai Yuqing. At a time like this, we should look for Eldest Senior Brother. "
"Should I head to Pingdu Mountain, then?"
Si Wuya was in no hurry to answer.
If this had happened before, he would have given the order.
However, he was hesitant now.
"Wait."
"Your orders, sect master?"
"Has the Heavenly Sword Sect made any moves recently?" Si Wuya asked.
"The Heavenly Sword Sect has sent out invitations to attack the Evil Sky Pavilion. Luo Xingkong could not help but make a move. However, none of the other sects agreed to it. The Heavenly Sword Sect is weak and doesn't amount to much. "
Si Wuya nodded and said, "Old Eighth didn't reply?"
"Mister Eighth hasn't done anything for ten days."
"If I'm not mistaken, he must have entered the Cave of Reflection. I didn't expect Old Eighth to provide me with any clues. It's safer for him to stay in the Cave of Reflection, "Si Wuya said.
"Also, I suspect there's a spy in the Darknet … From this day onward, everything related to the Evil Sky Pavilion, no matter how big or small, must be reviewed by me."
"Understood!"
"Lastly … inform the Five Mice that there's no need to rescue Old Eighth. Instead, they're going to steal … the Peacock Plume."
"Yes, sect master!"
The gray-robed subordinate retreated respectfully.
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