Such grace is extremely rare in the world.
Even compared to Jiang Feng, he is not inferior!
No!
Even Jiang Feng never possessed such an ethereal Aura.
He stood motionless, as if the worldly troubles had nothing to do with him.
He was somewhat similar to her.
Not only that, she even felt a strange sense of oppression.
She couldn't see through this man.
He was like a mist, inviting exploration.
Beneath his kasaya, Fahai was like an ethereal mist, and no one could grasp his true whereabouts.
As long as he slightly activated the power of his kasaya, even a Heavenly Human Realm expert would find it difficult to detect his existence.
Even those at the highest Realm could not fathom his depth.
Seeing this, Yaoyue's expression finally relaxed a little.
“This time, thank you for your help, this Palace Mistress…”
Mid-sentence, she suddenly paused, then changed her words: “I will personally thank you.”
As her voice fell, she lightly waved her delicate hand, and three items appeared before Fahai's eyes.
A jade bottle, a Secret Manual, and a long sword.
“Inside the jade bottle is a Spirit Pill that can increase one's Cultivation by twenty years.”
“The book contains a rare Cultivation Technique that, once mastered, can lead to becoming a Great Grandmaster, or even a Half-Step Celestial Being.”
“And this sword is forged from a meteorite from outside the sky, a Sharp Weapon among the divine weapons of this era, incredibly sharp.”
“It can cut a hair blown onto its edge with ease.”
“As a token of my gratitude, you may choose one of these three treasures.”
However, Fahai merely shook his head slightly, unmoved.
In his eyes, these were not rare items.
How could the so-called Spirit Pill compare to the Great Reversion Pill from the System?
How could a Cultivation Technique that only allowed one to Cultivate to a Half-Step Celestial Being enter his eyes?
Not to mention the weapon; the sky-supporting zen staff and the Dharma Wheel had never feared it.
Fahai looked at Yaoyue and said calmly:
“Please, Palace Mistress Yaoyue, fulfill your promise and inform this Little Monk about Yang Gong's Treasure Trove. Then our debts will be settled.”
Hearing this, Yaoyue's brows furrowed slightly, her heart filled with doubt.
He saved her life but didn't want a heavy reward, only asking for a piece of information?
Could there really be such a person in the world?
Yaoyue didn't know, but the one before her was indeed unique.
“Although Yang Gong's Treasure Trove is filled with rare treasures, many covet it.”
“Even Evil King Shi Zhixuan is determined to obtain the evil emperor relic within it.”
“You will face experts renowned in the Jianghu; this journey is extremely perilous.”
“Why not choose one treasure from these and leave safely?”
…
“Although it's not as rich in Opportunity as Yang Gong's Treasure Trove, at least you won't be in danger.”
She just didn't mention that she herself was one of those vying for the evil emperor relic.
Fahai's expression remained unchanged, and he calmly replied:
“It's fine. Just tell this Little Monk the details of the Treasure Trove, and I will handle the rest.”
Yaoyue snorted coldly, her face gradually turning cold.
“I kindly advise you, but you won't listen.”
“Yang Gong's Treasure Trove is located within Jinling City.”
Fahai nodded.
“However, it is said that the Treasure Trove requires a key to open.”
“Because of this, many people, though aware of Yang Gong's Treasure Trove's whereabouts, have not publicized it, but are quietly searching for the method to open it, hoping to be the first to enter.”
“Without the means to open it, even knowing the location is useless.”
Fahai nodded slightly.
He now knew the exact location of the Treasure Trove, as for the item to open it?
Although he hadn't yet obtained it, Shuanglong had it!
That Chang Sheng Jue was precisely the key to opening Yang Gong's Treasure Trove!
According to the intelligence from Zhu Yuyan, Shuanglong were heading to Jinling.
Thus, the location of the Treasure Trove and the method to open it were now completely within his grasp.
“Thank you, Palace Mistress Yaoyue, for informing me.”
As his voice fell, Fahai cupped his hands in a bow, then turned, intending to take his leave.
“Are you really planning to set off?”
Seeing Fahai's firm expression, Yaoyue's gaze slightly narrowed.
Fahai nodded in response: “Yes, I must go.”
Yaoyue's brows furrowed slightly.
This piece of information held little significance for her.
Not to mention that some in the Jianghu already knew the Treasure Trove's location, even if they found the entrance, without the method to open it, they would still be helpless.
This news was utterly insignificant.
Could her life, as the esteemed Palace Mistress Yaoyue, be worth only this trivial piece of information?
For a moment, Yaoyue's emotions were complex.
She seemed to have realized something, and her mind quietly changed.
As the Palace Mistress of Yihua Palace, her life was worth far more than that!
Furthermore, she had come on this trip precisely to seize the relic, so it was convenient to travel together.
Perhaps she could even look after this Little Monk along the way, which would be considered repaying his life-saving kindness, and from then on, they would owe each other nothing.
In a short while, she had made up her mind.
“I'll go with you.”
“You?”
Fahai was stunned, his face full of surprise.
You are the Great Palace Mistress of Yihua Palace!
Why would you suddenly accompany me? What are your intentions?
What exactly does she want to do?
Somewhere.
Two figures suddenly appeared, one wearing a kasaya, with a handsome face.
The other had a cold demeanor and an aloof temperament, like a winter plum blooming in the snow, making people dare not approach, with noble majesty evident in her brows and eyes, appearing no more than twenty years old.
These two were Fahai and Yaoyue.
At first, Fahai was unwilling to have anyone accompany him, but Yaoyue insisted on following, so he had to agree.
However, this was not necessarily bad; Yaoyue was a strong expert in the Half-Step Celestial Being Realm, and if there was danger, having a powerful helper by his side was certainly desirable.
He had previously received a secret report, knowing that Shuanglong would pass this way, so he had laid an ambush here in advance.
In addition, many people in the Jianghu had already targeted Shuanglong, all wanting to seize the “key” from them.
This journey was destined to be fraught with peril and on the brink of death.
Only Yaoyue was not yet aware, naturally not understanding why Fahai chose to wait in this desolate place.
Her brow furrowed slightly, her expression puzzled.
“Fahai, why are we here?”
Fahai remained silent, his gaze always fixed on the distance.
Seeing this, Yaoyue's brow furrowed slightly, and a hint of displeasure welled up in her heart. As the noble Palace Mistress Yaoyue, she too had a day when she was ignored, which made a clear expression of dissatisfaction appear on her face.
But she did not act out, merely stood silently with her peerless face cold.
Suddenly, the urgent sound of horse hooves came from afar, and a carriage sped by, its direction erratic, as if desperately fleeing.
As if being pursued by a thousand troops and ten thousand horses.
Fahai saw the carriage from afar, and his eyes immediately lit up.
They're here!
He knew that Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling were hidden inside.
Just as he was about to make his move.
He saw several figures rapidly chasing behind the carriage, a dense mass, with astonishing Aura.
Indeed, someone was chasing them all the way!
A group of Demonic Sect experts pursued relentlessly, running non-stop.
Finally, under everyone's encirclement, the carriage was surrounded and forced to stop.
Immediately, a person walked out from among the crowd, his Aura deep, having entered the Late Stage of the Grandmaster Realm.
He was a young man, dressed in a black robe, exuding a chilling coldness, yet radiating a powerful sense of oppression.
His expression was indifferent, his Internal Energy steady, as if he had merged with heaven and earth.
His eyes subtly hid a monstrous rage!
This person was none other than Yang Xuyan, the Disciple of Evil King Shi Zhixuan, burdened with a sea of blood vengeance!
His father was the deposed Crown Prince of Emperor Wen — Yang Yong.
“No need to struggle anymore, you have nowhere to escape.”
Yang Xuyan slowly stepped forward, his gaze cold, as if everything was under his control.
“Take them away!”
“Yes!”
The Demonic Sect members responded and immediately rushed towards the carriage.
At this moment, two youths suddenly leaped out of the carriage, meeting the attack, and a chaotic battle erupted.
Suddenly, another figure rushed out from inside the carriage.
Carrying an ancient sword, dressed in plain white, her demeanor was calm, with a clear and heroic spirit in her brows.
The newcomer was Shi Feixuan!
Only, at this moment, her face was pale, devoid of color.
Despite this, she still drew her long sword, pointing it directly at Yang Xuyan.
Yang Xuyan's lips curled slightly, and he sneered.
“Shi Feixuan, you've been protecting these two boys all the way, and you're already exhausted.”
“In our previous encounter, you didn't completely resolve my palm strike. Do you still think you can stop me?”