Chapter 103: The Divine Arrow Transforms the Origin, Legend of the Water Mansion!
Chapter 103: Divine Arrow Yi Yuan, The Legend of the Water Mansion!
Swish!
The spear in Bai Xuan’s hand spun rapidly as he let out a breath, transforming into a fierce gale that dispersed the blood mist.
With this strike, his vital energy was nearly drained by half, but in an instant, the grand momentum of heaven and earth surged forth, and his blood force flowed in torrents, replenishing itself instantly without any loss.
Outside the door, the chamber had shattered into fragments. The dozens of blood talismans dimmed, their spiritual radiance dissipating.
“What a formidable sword strike, truly worthy of using the Dragon Tail Transformation to break it,” Bai Xuan thought with satisfaction.
The Dragon Tail Transformation was the most fierce and powerful variation within the Four Seas Azure Dragon Diagram. The more one comprehended the diagram, the stronger the power became, climbing inexorably without limit.
If one only grasped thirty percent of the diagram, the power would be only thirty percent as well, but Bai Xuan had mastered over ninety percent. Even he felt a shiver at the strike’s force—no matter how tough the bronze skin was, it couldn’t withstand it!
Such power would be meaningless against ordinary half-step Grandmasters; the result would always be the same—reduced to a mist of blood.
Only when facing such a formidable talisman sword did the might of the Dragon Tail Transformation truly reveal itself!
“However, if it were just a bit stronger, perhaps it would be even more exhilarating. Alas... this Daoist must have poured all his essence and spirit into this sword strike. No matter how much stronger the sword’s force, it’s impossible now.”
“So that’s it... this thing is used for storage!” Bai Xuan’s heart leapt with delight.
But the gray cloth pouch was different.
That last strike’s power was terrifying to the extreme. The entire chamber was blasted to pieces, and even the distant courtyard wall collapsed and shattered. Clearly, it was uncontrollable.
Bai Xuan wasted no time.
Earlier, when he struck, he had used the Tiger Diagram to control the airflow, ensuring no sound escaped.
Silence returned to the courtyard once more.
With the Dragon Tail Transformation unleashed, he knew it was an absolute crushing blow because he could see that his opponent’s strength had reached its limit, while his own was still rising!
This strike was his strongest at present: first breaking the blood talismans’ spiritual light, then slicing through the wooden sword, and the aftershock shattered several defensive talisman seals.
It wouldn’t be long before someone came.
It made sense that a cultivator would have such a cloth pouch for containment. The aged Daoist likely used it to trap those refined corpses, hiding them on the island.
Bai Xuan felt some regret.
Clearly, without the right method, it was impossible to activate the pouch directly.
He hurriedly collected the remaining relics on the ground that had not been shattered by the spear—only the gray cloth pouch and the badly damaged wooden sword remained.
He focused his will, and saw a black mist spurt out, sweeping up a nearby stone fragment in a flash!
“Hm?”
Bai Xuan came from another world; even without being told what it was, he could instantly discern its nature.
He concentrated again, an invisible aura enveloping the wooden sword. The runes faintly glowed, but nothing else happened.
He tried a few times. The black mist curled and billowed, swallowing objects several times its size, yet the pouch remained shriveled.
“Try once more.”
Moments later.
A spear thrust—the aged Daoist was killed without a chance to resist!
“Time to tidy up the spoils.”
***
Swish, swish, swish!
About a quarter of an hour later, several figures appeared cautiously, their vital energies rising as they stepped tentatively into the courtyard.
These were the Executioners from Thousand Mountain Island, with Zhao Yuancheng among them!
“What... exactly happened here?” Zhao Yuancheng’s heart was filled with horror.
With his keen perception and experience, he could no longer discern the nature of the battle that had taken place.
He only felt as if a great whale had fallen, destroying everything in an instant!
At that moment—
Swish, swish, swish!
Several more figures emerged, their expressions grave, faint vital auras condensing around them. Leading them was none other than Immortal Master Yun.
“Master Wang,” Zhao Yuancheng bowed quickly.
He recognized the Shark-Slaying Divine Sword; this half-step Grandmaster would be unmistakable.
“Captain Zhao,” Wang Yuanlian nodded but looked grim, his eyes fixed on the courtyard—nearly destroyed by a storm, the ground sunken.
“Master Yun, what does this mean?” Wang Yuanlian asked quietly.
With his insight, he could tell—
“This is a Grandmaster at peak cultivation, and not just any slight force. Terrifying. Who on this island could wield such power?”
“Bai Yuannian?” Wang Yuanlian’s expression remained calm, but inside he was terrified.
If this person had attacked, even a single strike would reduce him to blood mist!
Though Immortal Master Yun had left the Bai family, his dealings with the four great clans remained stable. So the Wang family had paid a price to keep him on the island a few days to refine a medicine for Old Master Wang.
“Someone here fought an Immortal Master, but the result is unknown... Strange, everything here was swept clean except these destroyed animated corpses,” Immortal Master Yun said with puzzlement and solemnity.
His demeanor was composed and refined, but inside he was a storm of shock and fear.
“This is the grand momentum left by the Three Yin Daoist. He used dozens of linked blood talismans. The talisman sword appeared, yet it was defeated?”
He had his suspicions but found it hard to believe.
If the Three Yin Daoist was dead, how terrifying must the attacker’s strength be—beyond imagination!
“It seems we must leave Thousand Mountain Island... The Star-Hunting Thieves approach. A storm is brewing; terrifying forces will surely appear.”
Immortal Master Yun felt a chill.
“The Three Yin Daoist spent thirty years cultivating. Today, in a single moment, all was lost. If I stay, it may be my end too!”
After speaking briefly with Wang Yuanlian, he left hurriedly, disappearing silently overnight.
***
At the Wang family estate.
“Immortal Master Yun left without a word?”
Wang Yuanlian had just settled when he received the news, his expression darkening.
This meant that the precious materials given to him earlier were all wasted!
Yet at this moment—
A cold dread gnawed at his heart, sending chills down his spine.
“If even Immortal Master Yun fears this so much as to flee overnight, what exactly happened in that courtyard?”
Terrified, he finally spoke, summoning two servants with a sharp command.
“Find Bai Tanlang immediately. Have him convene a meeting tonight to discuss the Immortal Master who ambushed our Grandmasters!”
***
Back in Bai Xuan’s small courtyard.
He did not return to the Demon Fish ranch but slipped back to his old home first. After all, he needed to experiment with the spoils, and the ranch was too crowded.
That Daoist’s power had nearly reached Bai Xuan’s strongest state, so for now, his identity must remain hidden.
The place was overgrown with weeds but vibrant with life, possessing its own beauty.
“This pouch is quite interesting,” Bai Xuan said as he manipulated it.
Black mist flowed in and out, continuously swallowing chunks of artificial rock, which vanished into its depths.
The gray cloth pouch’s power was limited; it certainly could not engulf Bai Xuan himself, but it bore an indistinct aura of heavenly might.
Ordinary mortals would be powerless to resist it.
“Any living thing swallowed by this will surely lose its vital breath upon release.”
“Interesting... I’ll call it the Dark Yin Pouch,” Bai Xuan mused.
In his eyes, the pouch’s internal energy shifted subtly, revealing a complex and mysterious talisman that continuously cycled, engulfing the black mist.
“This Dark Yin Pouch is powered by talismans,” Bai Xuan suddenly realized.
“The Bai family ancestor’s records state that an Immortal Master’s cultivation fundamentally relies on talismans, much like a martial artist relies on their kung fu... Even their magical tools are external manifestations of talismans. A master of talismans, with a single talisman in hand, can control all things under heaven.”
Though the talisman appeared complex, it was not chaotic. Its function was simple, and by midnight, Bai Xuan had begun to grasp its secrets.
Swish!
With a thought, an invisible aura infused the pouch. The black mist rolled, transforming from swallowing into spraying. A torrent of rubble and debris spewed out, quickly piling into a small mountain!
Bang!
The pouch sprayed again, revealing a refined corpse that tumbled to the ground, eyes a dull blue-gray, clutching a large bow—the same archer.
As Bai Xuan left, he noticed the corpse’s vitality was extraordinarily resilient; it had not been killed by the Piercing Swift Blade.
He casually gathered it up. The archer’s eyes continued to turn slowly.
“Sentience?”
Bai Xuan pondered as the archer suddenly spoke in a hoarse voice.
“Since you have slain the Three Yin Daoist, release me!”
“I am Yi Yuan. If you let me go, I will repay you with the legacy of the Water Mansion. With your divine power, this inheritance will transform you utterly—sweeping across the East Sea, invincible in the world!”
(End of chapter)