Imperial Cultivation-Chapter 333 - 330: Black Pearl

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The Wuyou Sect would not poison its own members?

You can never be too sure.

The poison of the Wuyou Sect is invisible, colorless, and tasteless, impossible to guard against.

However, I have the Golden Vertical Eye, capable of detecting danger in time.

This time, it warned that there was danger inside this box.

Is there poison in this box, or is there a problem with the belongings of the Netherworld Secret Guard?

Both are possible.

But he would never take risks at this moment.

With a glance at the Dark Green Box, Meng Canglan looked towards Li Yilong.

She knew Chu Zhiyuan’s intuition was remarkably accurate, especially powerful when it came to danger.

Seeing Chu Zhiyuan like this, she couldn’t help feeling somewhat uneasy.

Chu Zhiyuan’s smile grew broader.

In hesitation, Meng Canglan blushed slightly, cast a glare at him, and pushed the Dark Green Box to Li Yilong.

Li Yilong said, "Holy Daughter, this box has always been under my watch."

"Then open and check it," Meng Canglan said, "to see if everything is still there, or if it has been swapped."

"It won’t have been swapped," Li Yilong said helplessly, "I’ve opened it before."

Song Yichun stepped forward with a smile, "Let me do it."

She secretly found it funny.

A Princely Heir and a Holy Daughter, both frightened by a small Dark Green Box.

Inside the box was just a string of beads, merely belongings of the Netherworld Secret Guard, not the Netherworld Secret Guard itself.

Even if the Netherworld Secret Guard came, what is there to fear?

Having said that, she stepped forward and gently opened the Dark Green Box in Li Yilong’s hand.

Chu Zhiyuan’s sense of alarm escalated abruptly.

Without hesitation, he activated both hands, forming the Fearless Seal.

The Fearless Great Perfection Handprint was instantly deployed, channeling the power of the Fearless Realm, enveloping him completely.

"Ah!"

"Hm!"

Suddenly, two groans of pain echoed aloud.

At the same time, a sudden brightness appeared beneath Meng Canglan’s neck, a glow rising in the valley between her peaks, piercing through her blouse.

She stumbled slightly.

Chu Zhiyuan glared with widened eyes, emitting a grunt.

This grunt, like a bell tolling at dawn and dusk, shook the three’s minds.

Originally slumped to the ground with heads nearly pounding to unconsciousness, Song Yichun and Li Yilong’s spirits were jolted, and the splitting pain greatly relieved.

Chu Zhiyuan looked towards Song Yichun and Li Yilong.

The two had already fallen to the ground, with blue and green robes stained with some grass and dirt.

They were clutching their heads, showing expressions of pain, faces pale as paper.

"Sister Song, Brother Li!"

Meng Canglan approached to support the two, astonished at the Dark Green Box and the string of black beads lying on the ground.

A string of jet-black hand beads, each about the size of a Dragon Eye, perfectly round and flawless.

It was these beads that had earlier emitted black light, which now extinguished, dim and dull.

Fortunately, she had brought protective treasure, shielding against this black light, witnessing their miserable state to understand the black light’s potency.

She turned to look at Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan was sternly staring at that string of Black Hand Beads.

"Holy Daughter, it’s alright," Li Yilong hurriedly said, pale-faced, looking at the beads on the ground, looking at the Dark Green Box, "It doesn’t seem right? I clearly checked before."

"The beads are still the same string," Meng Canglan shook her head, "certainly not swapped, but these beads are peculiar."

Her gaze turned towards Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan said, "These beads very likely accumulate power, then release it at once."

"I see!"

Meng Canglan found this explanation very reasonable.

She too held such a judgment.

She glanced at Chu Zhiyuan.

The Princely Heir’s intuition was indeed astonishing.

One should know this Dark Green Box is a Sealing Spirit Box, capable of isolating all emissions, all auras.

Yet he could sense danger.

His intuitive prowess was truly extraordinary.

Li Yilong smiled wryly, "I really can’t explain it clearly."

Song Yichun rubbed her forehead, easing the lingering headache.

She looked dull and haggard as if she hadn’t slept for days and nights: "These beads are terribly strange, Holy Daughter, what exactly are they?"

Meng Canglan said, "The material is unknown, presumed to come from a Secret Land, likely a Secret Land of the Da Lie Dynasty."

"How sinister!" Song Yichun lightly frowned her eyebrows, "This time I almost got killed by it!"

If not for Chu Zhiyuan’s light hum which instantly cleared the force piercing into her mind, she would already be unconscious, possibly at risk of life.

The Princely Heir essentially saved both their lives.

Meng Canglan, sheltered by a protective treasure, did not feel the force too strong.

Yet they had experienced it firsthand.

Truly defenseless, the cultivation of a Grandmaster was insignificant before this force, unable to even resist.

Chu Zhiyuan slowly said, "If this was indeed the personal belonging of the Netherworld Secret Guard, we must indeed be on guard against those guys."

No wonder they can kill Great Grandmasters.

If I hadn’t used the power of the Fearless Realm earlier to block, dissipating most of the force, then suppressed it with the Divine Dragon’s Thought.

If unprepared, this strange force can indeed invade my spirit, causing severe damage to my soul.

It differs from Gang Qi, True Qi, and Spiritual Energy; this sinister force could even injure a Great Grandmaster if caught off guard.

This string of dark beads obstructs his Insight with Spiritual Energy.

Pushing Super Sense to the limit, a vague gigantic statue emerged in the mist.

This majestic figure, like a mountain peak, its visage unclear, locked within dense mist, neither closable nor glimpsable.

He had a vague realization.

This involves powers beyond this world!

This statue might very well be the source of external powers, similar to the powers of the Fearless Realm.

He retracted his Super Sense and looked at Meng Canglan: "Has any Great Grandmaster examined it?"

"There was a Great Grandmaster who wanted to use it to locate its owner," Meng Canglan shook her head, "Unfortunately, nothing was gained."

"And what happened to that Great Grandmaster?" Chu Zhiyuan asked.

"Great Grandmaster?" Meng Canglan was stunned, shook her head, "That Great Grandmaster exhausted his lifespan and passed away."

Chu Zhiyuan slowly nodded.

Meng Canglan, however, sensed something unusual, quickly asked, "What’s wrong?"

"Just harbor such a suspicion," Chu Zhiyuan said, "Not necessarily true."

Meng Canglan’s expression grew solemn.

Great Grandmasters are crucial to Sects; each one is vitally important.

The loss of any Great Grandmaster is an immense loss.

The Princely Heir’s words clearly suggested a suspicion that the Great Grandmaster’s passing might be related to this string of beads.

Chu Zhiyuan said, "It may backlash; for regular cultivators it’s okay, but if a Great Grandmaster gets too close, it’s unwise."

"...That Great Grandmaster was my great-grandfather," Meng Canglan said softly.

Chu Zhiyuan was taken aback.

Meng Canglan slowly said, "Great-grandfather’s lifespan was shorter than expected, he should have lived at least fifty more years."

"Did your great-grandfather leave any message?"

Meng Canglan shook her head, "Great-grandfather passed away suddenly, fell asleep one night, and didn’t wake up in the morning."

When a Great Grandmaster passes, no one suspects illness, often it’s simply the end of life, passing without illness.

Or in sleep, or during cultivation.

"Was there the omen of Heavenly Person Five Decays?"

"...No," Meng Canglan said, "Some Great Grandmasters pass without the omen of Heavenly Person Five Decays."

Nobody ever suspected it.

After all, it was just a string of beads, and at the time showed no abnormality.

Failing to catch the Netherworld Secret Guard, it was set aside, even pushed into a dusty corner of the storeroom.

If this time wasn’t potentially using the Netherworld Secret Guard, she wouldn’t have thought meticulously to bring it.

It might have continued to sit, gathering dust in a corner, possibly for a thousand years, even millennia.

"This is just my wild guess," Chu Zhiyuan nodded, "The person’s gone now, mentioning this is meaningless, still, it must remain in the box."

"Does the Princely Heir still want to see it?"

"I’ll keep it for a while first," Chu Zhiyuan nodded solemnly.

"I’ll give it to the Princely Heir," Meng Canglan said.

Chu Zhiyuan nodded smilingly, not refusing.

At this moment, a silhouette appeared in the distance, a light-footed girl with a delicate face.

Meng Canglan beckoned.

The delicate girl approached lightly, offering a small bamboo tube.

Meng Canglan opened the pinkie-sized bamboo tube, took out a small piece of paper, glanced at it, and looked surprised at Chu Zhiyuan.

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