txolops Chapter 19 Yellow Umbrella
Chapter 19 Yellow Umbrella
Watching Luo Ming's figure disappear into the depths of the dense forest, Han Laomo finally relaxed completely. Having experienced numerous life-and-death ordeals, he was no longer the naive newcomer to the world of cultivation. Although this person had expressed goodwill towards him, he could not completely trust anyone in this place.
Han Laomo strode over to the shredded meat, bent down and picked up the intact Cloud-Stepping Boot, his eyes filled with undisguised joy.
He had already witnessed Feng Yue's uncanny and swift movements. He immediately took off his ordinary boots and put them on, channeling his magic power into them. His figure flashed, and he moved more than ten feet away, several times more agile and swift than his usual Wind Control Technique. He landed without a sound!
Han Laomo was overjoyed and immediately began to use the Luoyan Step in the forest. His figure moved like a ghost, leaping and bounding. Sometimes he would leap over low trees, and sometimes he would bend down to avoid thorns. His movements were smooth and unhindered, and his agility was more than one level above.
"Haha, this treasure is perfect for me."
Although Luo Ming was already far away, he could still guess the scene of Han Laomo obtaining the Cloud-Stepping Boots. For Han Laomo, who excelled in movement techniques and surprise attacks, the Cloud-Stepping Boots were invaluable. Luo Ming himself wasn't skilled in mortal martial arts, so even if he obtained them, he wouldn't be able to unleash their full power. Giving them to Han Laomo was both a good deed and making the best use of them—a worthwhile deal.
Half an hour later, Luo Ming found a relatively secluded cave deep in the dense forest. He first released the fire crow and the wind fox, instructing them to keep watch around the perimeter, before turning around and entering the cave, where he sat down cross-legged. He took out the Yellow Silk Umbrella magic artifact from his storage bag, tracing the patterns on its surface with his fingertips—for such a life-saving item, it was naturally safest to refine it for his own use as soon as possible.
A faint light emanated from Luo Ming's fingertips as he carefully erased the magical imprint Feng Yue had left on the yellow umbrella. Once the imprint had dissipated, he slowly channeled his own magical power into the umbrella, preparing to refine it.
But as soon as he started, he noticed something was wrong: the mana required to refine this yellow umbrella was twice as much as that required for a typical top-tier magic weapon.
Combining the common knowledge of the cultivation world that his predecessor had left behind, Luo Ming suddenly understood: "This Yellow Silk Umbrella is at least a top-tier magic weapon, but I don't know what its specific materials are. I can only tell that it is some kind of precious earth-attribute material."
Top-tier magic artifacts are mostly used by Foundation Establishment stage cultivators, but the differences between them are enormous, even greater than the gap between low-grade and high-grade magic artifacts.
For example, the top-tier magic weapon Hunyuan Pearl issued by the sect can only be considered the most ordinary top-tier magic weapon at most. The Yellow Silk Umbrella is made of excellent materials and has amazing defensive power, which is also at the level of a rare item. Han Laomo's Golden Cicada Mother-Child Blade is also at this level.
There is also a top-tier magic weapon, which is a replica of a powerful ancient treasure. It often possesses incredible power, such as Duobao Nu's Qingning Mirror and Chen Qiaoqian's family's Golden Book and Silver Pen. They have barely reached that level and can be passed down as family heirlooms.
Upon discovering this, Luo Ming was overjoyed: with this incredibly defensive Yellow Silk Umbrella, from now on in the Blood Forbidden Land, unless he encounters a level-two demonic beast or is surrounded and beaten by a group of cultivators, basically no one can hurt him! His safety level instantly increased by a whole level.
Luo Ming dared not delay and exerted all his magical power to refine the treasure. It took him a full hour to complete the basic refinement, allowing him to unleash about 70-80% of its power. The reason he couldn't fully refine it was because of the urgency of the situation—the Crimson Forbidden Land had only been open for five days, and two days had already passed. He had to hurry to the central area to find opportunities and couldn't afford to spend too much time on refinement.
Putting away his yellow parasol and recalling the fire crows and wind foxes on guard outside, Luo Ming set off again, heading towards the central area of the Crimson Forbidden Land. Meanwhile, the battles and killings throughout the forbidden land were escalating and continuing to unfold.
In a mist-shrouded valley, two cultivators from the Hidden Moon Sect were jointly attacking a lone red-armed ape. The two, a man and a woman, worked together seamlessly, clearly a couple engaged in dual cultivation. Their ability to precisely meet in the vast forbidden area suggested they possessed special positioning techniques—something every sect had, though the methods and effects varied.
The red-armed ape was burly and thick-skinned, its body covered by a layer of earthen-yellow light that repeatedly blocked the two cultivators' attacks. Unable to break through, the male cultivator's expression darkened, and he shouted to the female cultivator, "This ape's defense is too strong; ordinary methods are ineffective. We can't drag this out any longer; we have no choice but to use that secret treasure! Lian'er, hold it off for me for a moment!"
Upon hearing this, the female cultivator immediately intensified her attack, unleashing several talismans that transformed into countless blades of light that assaulted the red-armed ape, temporarily forcing it back. The male cultivator, seizing the opportunity, retrieved a broken blade from his storage pouch, frantically channeling his magical power into it. Although the broken blade appeared damaged, under the influence of his magical power, it emitted a spiritual energy fluctuation far exceeding that of ordinary magical artifacts—it was unclear what kind of secret treasure it was!
This object appeared extraordinary, but activating it consumed an immense amount of magical power. The male cultivator gritted his teeth and persevered, spending a full ten breaths before finally managing to activate the broken blade. By this time, his face was ashen, his breathing somewhat disordered, yet his eyes betrayed barely concealed excitement and ruthlessness. He immediately pointed at the broken blade and shouted sharply, "Go!"
The broken blade transformed into a streak of light, carrying a fierce momentum as it shot towards the red-armed ape below. With a muffled "thud," the broken blade struck the ape's neck directly. With a spin, the once formidable protective shield crumbled like paper, blood spurted like a fountain, and the red-armed ape's massive body crashed to the ground, lifeless.
In another muddy swamp, a similar battle raged. A cultivator from Spirit Beast Mountain was driving three tusked wild boars, fiercely attacking a Qingxu Sect disciple. The Qingxu Sect disciple, looking disheveled, struggled to dodge the boars' charges while occasionally casting talismans to defend himself, shouting angrily, "I already gave you this Heavenly Net Grass, yet you still won't let me go! This is outrageous!"
The disciple from Spirit Beast Mountain smirked, his hands forming hand seals as he directed the wild boar to intensify its attack: "Hmph, that Heavenly Luo Herb is mine for the taking. If you know what's good for you, hand over your storage bag, and maybe I'll be in a good mood and let you go!"
"A fool's dream!" The Qingxu Sect disciple trembled with anger upon hearing this, and at the same time, he regretted venturing into this forbidden area.
In a desolate stone forest, a cultivator dressed in a blue robe was huddled in a crevice, his face pale and his body trembling. His left leg had long since disappeared, and although a hemostatic talisman covered the wound, blood continued to seep out, staining the rubble beneath him. At this moment, he no longer had any intention of going to the center to gather spiritual herbs; he only wanted these last few days to pass quickly so he could leave this place.
After traveling at a brisk pace, Luo Ming finally saw the magnificent stone wall ahead and couldn't help but let out a soft sigh of relief. Recalling what had happened after parting ways with Han Laomo, Luo Ming felt a wave of bitterness in his heart. The confidence he had built up by successfully killing Feng Yue was almost completely shattered.