I Only Marry Widows-Chapter 308 - 38: Dragon Transformation Skill, Magical Treasure Golden Pagoda
"If you are willing to pledge allegiance to the lord, Ancestor, you will naturally gain magic and divine skills in the future."
His voice carried an invisible dragon’s might, as the three-zhang-long flood dragon battled against the Black Wind in mid-air, tearing through layers of storms, shredding countless ghostly shadows, causing an explosion of thunderous noise that echoed between heaven and earth.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
At this moment, Lu Chengfeng’s cultivation realm was merely at the Third Layer of the Celestial Human Realm, but after transforming into a dragon, his combat power dramatically surged, allowing him to defy the odds and contend with the Black Wind Ancestor.
The Black Wind Ancestor, having roamed the Martial World for so many years, had never before witnessed such an incredible Dragon Transformation Skill, and he was truly intrigued. He shouted, "Then let me see if your Dragon Transformation Skill is just a mere show."
As he spoke, he finally drew his divine weapon—a curved saber, completely azure, rippling like ocean waves, exuding a chilling aura upon appearance.
"This saber is forged from Fengdu’s ghost iron, capable of severing a person’s divine soul. Originally, I intended to slay dragons with it, but since you possess a Dragon Transformation Skill, today I will use your dragon body to baptize this blade."
He laughed aloud, and the all-encompassing Black Wind instantly transformed into a tornado, then surged into the azure curved saber.
In a trance, it seemed as though a crescent blue moon appeared in the sky.
Everyone except Lu Chengfeng felt as if their bodies were plunged into an icy cave upon seeing this blue moon. Instantly, their vision went dark, and they fainted onto the ground.
This included all the elders and disciples within the Heaven-Reaching Hall, as well as those from the Six Sects encircling the mountain, all collapsing without exception.
Only Du Mengyan, with her eyes closed and immersed in Enlightenment, remained unharmed.
The curved saber was like a moon, its azure aura freezing souls.
However, the Golden Flame Primordial Spirit at Lu Chengfeng’s forehead pulsed, remaining completely unaffected. The flood dragon roared at the heavens and earth, employing its dragon body to manifest the wonders of Fire Element law in direct battle.
Buzz!
The saber light descended like a sea, overwhelming everything in its path.
Flames soared to the sky, and the flood dragon extended its claws. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶
Their fierce battle reached a boiling point, with wind and fire intertwining, the saber light chilling, and the flood dragon’s roars shaking both heaven and earth.
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While Lu Chengfeng and the Black Wind Ancestor were fiercely battling on Jade Dragon Mountain, Yi Wushuang, whom they had long awaited, finally appeared at the foot of the mountain.
Yi Wushuang was truly of noble lineage; even the scions of princely families weren’t as distinguished as he was. Hence, even the Black Wind Ancestor, a dignified Celestial Human, had to treat him with respect.
Yet, the slap from the Black Wind Ancestor made Yi Wushuang, who had always enjoyed smooth sailing, feel humiliated and furious from the depths of his heart, wishing he could trample this old demon underfoot and make him eat dirt to restore his dignity.
However, everything he had was built upon his father’s power and status. When others no longer wanted to give his father face, all he could do was rage impotently, having no means to retaliate against his enemies.
Although Yi Mingshu had assigned a Half-Step Celestial Human expert to secretly protect his son, it was evidently far from sufficient against an old demon like the Black Wind Ancestor.
Humiliated, Yi Wushuang returned to the Celestial Law-Controlling Sect, weeping to his father, seeking to reclaim his honor, only to be refused by the usually doting Yi Mingshu.
"Wushuang, the Black Wind Ancestor has been devoted to cultivation for sixty years, reaching unfathomable depths. Even I might not be his match, let alone the fact that he has backing and is not someone to be easily humiliated."
"If you wish for Fairy Qionghua, I can write a letter to request her for you, and I believe the old demon won’t refuse."
Yi Mingshu’s tone was calm, yet inherently confident. The slap on Yi Wushuang from the Black Wind Ancestor also angered him.
However, this person was now an extremely crucial pawn; it was inappropriate to act against him now. Once the upheaval in the Martial World settled, he would let that old demon know that some people in the Martial World weren’t to be offended.
Although he told his son that he might not be a match for the Black Wind Ancestor, Yi Mingshu didn’t truly consider him a threat. A Fourth or Fifth Layer cultivation in the Celestial Human Realm might grant dominion in the Martial World, but it was nothing in the Celestial Law-Controlling Sect.
Since the ancestor ascended, in just a fewhundred years, the power and foundation of the Celestial Law-Controlling Sect had skyrocketed. Though their presence in the Martial World wasn’t overt, they had become a colossus hidden beneath the surface.
With confidence, he could easily crush a pawn like the Black Wind Ancestor.
"This time, let Wushuang learn a lesson. If it ignites his desire to cultivate and learn martial arts, it might be beneficial," Yi Mingshu thought, but he wouldn’t allow the Black Wind Ancestor to revel in his triumph.
Thus, when Yi Wushuang left the Celestial Law-Controlling Sect, he carried a letter and had a magical treasure with him.
Yes, a magical treasure, not a divine weapon.
As a magical treasure, it enabled the casting of magic. While it didn’t synergize with one’s magic to increase its power as divine weapons did, it afforded a wider array of techniques.
Moreover, magical treasure consumed much less mana, and its material requirements and refining techniques were more stringent than divine weapons, naturally making it more precious.
In the Martial World, there might be a few divine weapons, but genuine magical treasures were nearly nonexistent.
Yi Mingshu feared that if his son encountered an old demon like the Black Wind Ancestor, a moment’s oversight might cost him his life, and avenging him wouldn’t bring his son back.
So he bestowed a highly precious magical treasure upon his son for protection.
Yet, after obtaining this treasure, Yi Wushuang disregarded his father’s admonition to avoid unnecessary trouble. Instead, he harbored a fierce determination, thinking, "With this treasure, I must kill you, Black Wind Monster."
He felt that his dignity had been insulted and trampled upon for the first time, unwilling to let it rest, his eyes filled with venom and hatred, even women seemed tasteless to him, indulging only in bitter torment.
After leaving the Celestial Law-Controlling Sect, Yi Wushuang was accompanied by two Half-Step Celestial Human experts, over a dozen maidens of varying beauty, and a senior servant secretly protecting him.
Just the people accompanying him rivaled the power of a dominant faction, indicating the love and favor Yi Wushuang received. The depth of the Celestial Law-Controlling Sect was like the Abyss Sea, unfathomable.
Yi Wushuang reclined in a jade chariot, which was akin to a palace, luxuriously decorated, with a cloud bed, desk, bookshelf, and even a kitchen, all complete.
Though the space wasn’t large, it was exceedingly exquisite.
Drawn by eight winged unicorn horses, the chariot glided elegantly three feet above the road, a floating conveyance of unmatched smoothness despite its intricate design.
Having left Cenestial Law-Controlling Sect, he was now feeling indignant and vowed, "Black Wind Old Thief dared to hit me; I’ll make sure to kill him."
He felt his pride wounded and trampled, unwilling to let it go, his eyes holding only malice and resentment, unleashing them in a mad frenzy.
Outside the jade chariot, a voice suddenly sounded.
"My Lord, it seems that a battle with a Celestial Human is raging up in Jade Dragon Mountain. We shouldn’t take any chances by approaching recklessly."
"One of them has to be the Black Wind Old Thief. Isn’t this a blessing in disguise?"
The speaker from outside the jade chariot was a middle-aged Daoist. He was gazing into the unknown void, sensing the palpable aura of danger from above, his heart pounding with terror.
He wanted to persuade against it, but could only shake his head, remaining silent.
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