manynovel Chapter 36 The Immortal-Slaying Gourd of the Northern Origin City
Chapter 36 The Immortal-Slaying Gourd of the Northern Origin City
One day later.
The cave dwelling of the Qingxia Sect Leader.
Li Xian sat cross-legged on the pile of source stones, his five hearts facing the sky.
Within the crimson Palace of the Heart, the phantom of the deity greedily inhaled and exhaled primordial energy.
As a massive amount of primordial energy was poured in, the four walls of the divine palace became solid, and the faces of the deities gradually became clear, revealing a raging inferno that could burn everything.
Six thousand catties of pure source, if it were any other ordinary cultivator in the Northern Region, would be enough to successfully open the three divine treasures of the liver, spleen, and lungs, and even touch the threshold of the kidney divine treasure, reaching the fourth level of the Dao Palace, if they spent more time comprehending the Dao.
Li Xian did not do that.
It's simply about refining one's inner spirit and strengthening one's foundation.
The "Li Huo Jing" is too weak; if one uses it to cultivate the five internal organs, the foundation will inevitably be weak and unstable.
He is currently in the first level of the Dao Palace.
Relying on the many extraordinary treasures hidden in the Sea of Wheels.
Steadily maintain the "Three Forbidden" combat power—slaying enemies like dogs across three minor realms.
If one were to forcibly elevate one to the third level of the Dao Palace, the increase in combat power would actually be reduced, leaving at most one forbidden level, which would be utterly useless.
Standing up, Li Xian changed into an ordinary gray robe and put on a bamboo hat to conceal his appearance and aura, intending to go to the Primordial Ancient Mine to obtain the Yaochi Scripture.
—It's time to change the map!
……
half a month later.
The northernmost region of the eastern wilderness.
The outer perimeter of the Taichu Ancient Mine is 30,000 li.
The wind and sand filled the sky, and the reddish earth was barren.
The air was filled with the stench of blood and the unique aroma of Originium.
On the desolate horizon, a city built entirely of dark brown boulders stands tall, like a ferocious beast lurking in the wilderness.
Source City.
This is the only transit city on the outskirts of the Primordial Ancient Mine; it has no mortals, only cultivators.
The armies of various holy lands and ancient clans converge here, while rogue cultivators, bandits, and outlaws make a living here.
It is known as the "stone capital on a knife's edge".
Li Xian paid a small amount of source stone and entered the city.
The streets are wide, lined with shops on both sides, and the sounds of vendors hawking their wares fill the air.
They don't sell ordinary things, but weapons, elixirs, talismans, and various rough stones imbued with the aura of ancient mines.
Li Xian was wearing a gray cloak.
He concealed his aura, appearing just like an ordinary rogue cultivator at the Sea of Wheels Realm.
He planned to buy some consumables for warding off poison and breaking formations before searching for the location of Yaochi's former residence.
We arrived at the city center square.
A large crowd had gathered ahead.
"The Purple Mansion Sacred Land is recruiting array masters and pathfinders. Generous rewards and protection are provided."
A large purple flag fluttered in the wind, its surface embroidered with innate Daoist patterns.
Below the banner, several cultivators dressed in purple stood with their hands behind their backs, their expressions arrogant.
The head steward of the Purple Mansion drew out his voice:
"A cave dwelling suspected to belong to an ancient powerful being has appeared, with incomplete protective barriers around it. Anyone who understands Origin Techniques and Array Patterns may apply. Upon successful completion, each person will be rewarded with 500 catties of Pure Origin."
There were many random cultivators watching the spectacle around the square, but no one stepped forward.
"Five hundred catties of source energy? That's just money to buy a life." A scarred rogue cultivator sneered.
"The Purple Mansion Holy Land has its own array pattern masters, so why come to the City of Origin to recruit people? It's obvious they're looking for cannon fodder like Lei."
"The restrictions on the powerful being's cave dwelling?"
"A mere brush with the edge and you're utterly destroyed... You might earn that money, but you might not live to spend it."
Several seasoned veterans sneered and whispered among the crowd.
The cultivators of Yuancheng are all shrewd and capable; anyone who takes on this blatant suicide mission will die.
Li Xian stood at the edge of the crowd.
After listening for a few sentences, I lost interest.
Most of the great relics are just empty shells or dead sites, not worth wasting time on.
He turned to leave, but then the middle-aged man in purple, seeing no one respond, darkened his face and dropped a bombshell.
"Gentlemen, please do not be ungrateful. This expedition to the ruins will be led personally by my Holy Son of the Purple Mansion! The Holy Son is generous and has granted you permission to accompany him. With the powerful artifacts in the Holy Son's hands suppressing our strength, what are mere restrictions?"
The Holy Son of the Purple Mansion.
Li Xian stopped in her tracks.
He turned around, his eyes gleaming beneath his straw hat.
In the original work, the Holy Son of the Purple Mansion is a typical background character, but he possesses something extremely special.
The Immortal-Slaying Gourd, also known as the black gourd.
A severely damaged imperial weapon!
It is suspected to be a weapon of the Celestial Venerable of the mythological era, specifically designed to slay the primordial spirit and the physical body.
Li Xian quickly calculated in his mind—
His strongest trump card right now is the Divine Furnace of Departing Fire.
This furnace is incredibly powerful, but its energy consumption is also terrifying.
It belongs to the kind of protective artifact that only exerts as much effort as it is given divine power, like a laborer.
With his current cultivation level, if he were to fully activate the Divine Furnace of Departing Fire, he could quickly drain all his divine power. In the event of a prolonged battle or against a high-level cultivator, he would easily find himself in a passive position.
The Immortal-Slaying Gourd is different.
Although that thing can only launch one attack in a short period of time, its destructive power is extremely terrifying.
Even if a cultivator at the Sea of Wheels Realm were to wield it and utter the phrase "Treasure, please turn around," the resulting chaotic sword light would be enough to sever the heads of ordinary renowned figures and powerful beings.
Low consumption.
Extremely high single-target burst damage.
It's practically an essential tool for killing opponents of higher ranks and for everyday life, whether at home or traveling.
"The Divine Furnace of Departure is used for group attacks and suppression, while the Immortal-Slaying Gourd is used for single-target instant kills."
Li Xian was moved.
This muddy water is worth wading through.
He immediately changed direction, pushed through the crowd, and walked up to the steward of the Purple Mansion.
"I'm signing up."
Li Xian's voice was hoarse, and he put on a disheveled appearance.
The steward of the Purple Mansion looked him up and down, then frowned: "Sea of Wheels Realm? His cultivation is too low. We don't want a cripple."
"I know a bit about breaking formations."
Li Xian raised his hand and tapped his fingertips several times in the air.
Several faint lights flickered and quickly condensed into a miniature source array in mid-air.
The movements were extremely skillful, without the slightest hesitation.
A hint of surprise flashed in the manager's eyes. Although the array technique was crude, it was extremely stable, and it was estimated that it was created by a legitimate source master.
"Count you in."
The manager tossed over a wooden sign:
"Stand at the back; we'll leave first thing tomorrow morning."
Li Xian took the wooden sign and stood in the shadows behind the recruitment point.
Several onlookers glanced at him, shook their heads and sighed, as if they were looking at a dead man.
Li Xian leaned against the wall, closing his eyes to rest.
The night in Yuancheng was dark—the wind carried sand and dust.
The next morning.
Outside Yuancheng, the stronghold of the Purple Mansion Holy Land.
Dozens of winged, purple-scaled beasts lay prostrate on the ground, each with a disciple of the Purple Mansion riding on its back.
At the valley entrance, a dozen or so recruited rogue cultivators had gathered, most of them with bitter expressions, clearly having been brought there by force.
Li Xian blended in among them, completely inconspicuous.
Before long, a purple cloud drifted in from the horizon.
Amidst the swirling purple mist, a chariot pulled by a mixed-blood dragon slowly descended.
On the chariot.
A large purple flag fluttered in the wind, bearing the words "Purple Mansion".
Inside the tank.
A young man dressed in a purple and gold robe could be vaguely seen sitting on it.
His aura was profound, like an abyss, and his entire body was shrouded in a mysterious Daoist charm that followed the natural order.
The Holy Son of the Purple Mansion.
Li Xian did not look up.
He merely glanced at the chariot out of the corner of his eye.
On the chariot table, there was a dilapidated gourd that was completely black and covered with wormholes.
"Found it."
Li Xian licked her dry lips and lowered her eyes.
The incomplete imperial weapon has been found.
A divine artifact that requires even more "operation" than the Divine Furnace of Departing Fire.
"Set off."
The Holy Son of the Purple Mansion spoke indifferently, glancing at the rogue cultivators as if they were disposable expendables.
The convoy sailed into the depths of the crimson wasteland.
Li Xian walked at the end of the group, his steps steady and unhurried.