NOVEL NEXT Chapter 365_1
Accompanied by the arrival of the midnight hour.
Swish Swish!
The originally unremarkable Huang Liang Talisman suddenly began to light up, an extremely obscure energy fluctuation permeated the air, within which a thread of grand will, elusive and illusory, true and false unpredictable, seemed to be drawing the entire room into some mystical realm.
"Zhi'er really didn't lie to me."
Yan Zhan stared blankly at the Huang Liang Talisman in his hands, which was quickly becoming ethereal, his eyes revealing a hint of excitement he couldn't suppress.
The next moment.
He felt his eyelids become incredibly heavy.
The Huang Liang Talisman began to blur bit by bit, and his body started to rise swiftly.
When everything returned to normal.
Yan Zhan found himself suddenly in a mysterious and dreamlike area. His sight was met with a hazy Tianqiong, obscuring vision, with endless mists surging in the distance, now and then coalescing into mountains, rivers, beasts, and birds, only to quickly dissipate and return to a foggy expanse, as if none of it had ever existed.
"Huang Liang Village, Huang Liang... a dream?"
Yan Zhan's gaze slowly shifted away from the gigantic arch in front of him, his entire being rigid with excitement.
This, for the Yan family and himself, was akin to a life-saving straw.
His thoughts returned to reality.
Tap Tap—
Yan Zhan took a deep breath, then without any hesitation, he walked through the enormous arch before him and strode into the silent city enveloped in endless darkness.
His goal was very clear—the mystical money exchange that Zhi'er had spoken about, more precisely, the Huang Liang coins made from acquired purple qi within the exchange.
Before entering, during the daytime, Yan Zhan had already carefully verified that purple coin, discovering that it indeed possessed the effect of the legendary acquired purple qi, which was also the reason he was so eager to step into Huang Liang Village.
"Nearly thirty billion worth of luck movement, I wonder how much Huang Liang money that can be exchanged for, and whether it might allow me to advance further in my cultivation."
Yan Zhan rushed forward while imagining eagerly in his heart.
Because he knew the exact route, in less than half a moment, his somewhat cautious figure appeared at the entrance of the money exchange.
Boom—
The two doors opened in response, revealing the brilliantly lit scene behind, contrasting starkly with the dark mists swirling outside.
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The following day.
A ray of dawn light shone through the gap in the windowpane, and the ephemeral and uncertain energy that filled the room dissipated without a trace.
Yan Zhan, sitting quietly on the meditation cushion, slowly opened his eyes, his expression quickly changing from confusion to clarity.
He reached out subconsciously.
In his palm lay the Huang Liang Talisman, its Dao Patterns now reduced to only a third, conveying an imminent sense of fragmentation.
Facing this anticipated situation, Yan Zhan couldn't help but feel a twinge of apprehension, "Only one opportunity remains?"
His words carried an indescribable sense of regret.
No wonder Yan Zhan reacted this way.
Although his visit to Huang Liang Village had been rushed, just the tip of the iceberg that he had been in contact with was enough to show how formidable a place of opportunity Huang Liang Village really was.
After a moment, his expression shifted as though he realized something, and his figure immediately vanished from the spot.
Not long after.
"Father, you called for me?"
Yan Caizhi stepped lightly over the threshold, hands behind her back, smiling warmly at Yan Zhan who sat in the higher seat.
Her relaxed expression seemed out of place against the somber mood that permeated the Yan family's domain.
"Zhi'er is here," Yan Zhan saw Yan Caizhi walking toward him and a gentle look appeared on his otherwise cold face, "I've called you here because—"
Before she had finished speaking, Yan Caizhi playfully blinked her eyes across from him and asked with a bit of excitement in her tone, "Father, did you enter Huang Liang Village yesterday?"
"Indeed."
Yan Zhan nodded.
"I guess, the reason Father called for Zhi'er today must be because of the Huang Liang Talisman."
"Oh?" Hearing this, Yan Zhan's eyes lit up, and he immediately asked with anticipation, "Then, Zhi'er, you—"
He stopped mid-sentence, seemingly embarrassed to rely on his daughter again for this matter.
However, Yan Caizhi's next words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Yan Zhan's head, causing his heart to plummet to the bottom of a valley.
"Not to conceal from Father, I went to the place where I encountered that mysterious old man yesterday and found no trace of him."
"What about the nearby areas?" Yan Zhan asked, refusing to give up.
"I've searched all around, no sign."
Yan Caizhi helplessly spread her hands.
Half a quarter of an hour later.
Yan Caizhi left gracefully, and the room sank back into silence once more.
Suddenly, a figure swiftly materialized from nothing directly in front of Yan Zhan.
Seeing this scene, Yan Zhan's expression did not change in the slightest.
He quietly stood up and emotionlessly commanded,
"Find the old man mentioned by the young miss. This matter concerns the survival of our clan; we must spare no expense, even if... even if we have to turn over the entire Lingchu Immortal City."
"Yes!"
The figure nodded in response, their voice devoid of any emotional fluctuation, sounding like a cold machine rather than a living being.
After speaking, the figure suddenly disappeared, leaving only Yan Zhan standing there quietly, his eyes flickering with an enigmatic and complex light.
After a long while.
"The Immortal Treasure, White Bone Nail, I hope it will be of some use."
He muttered, his mustache trembling wildly, and in his hand appeared a jade-like long nail that was three inches long.
As soon as it appeared, it continuously emanated strands of extremely terrifying and cold deathly aura, and in just a moment, a pale layer of frost formed in every corner of the room.
This was the treasure Yan Zhan had purchased from Huang Liang Village.
He had originally planned to use the Huang Liang coins he exchanged for cultivation purposes, but that thought dissipated thunderously after entering the shop that sold treasures.
The reason was simple, the situation the Yan family was facing was so tense that he no longer had the leisure to engage in secluded cultivation. At this time, having a powerful Immortal Treasure for protection was obviously more suitable for him.
But at that moment,
"Husband, something terrible has happened,"
Mrs. Yan rushed in through the door, her face written with panic.
Yan Zhan immediately put away the White Bone Nail in his hand, turned around, and steadied Mrs. Yan, who nearly fell over, asking with a calm voice, "My dear, what is so alarming?"
"There's been an incident involving Yan Sheng! The strong ones in our clan above the Dharma Phase Realm have already rushed there one after another."
"What, Yan Sheng!"
Yan Zhan was taken aback, rapidly recalling the scene from yesterday where the latter desperately lowered his stature, begging for help in looking after his offspring.
Could it be this person... already encountered it? But why did he keep it a secret? And what's the hidden story here?
In an instant, question after question crowded into Yan Zhan's mind. He instinctively felt that a great disaster was imminent.
The next moment.
"My dear, swiftly take Zhi'er into the secret chamber. I need to see what the situation really is."
Before his voice fell,
Yan Zhan, clutching the White Bone Nail, transformed into an Escape Light that rushed out of the door and disappeared in the blink of an eye.