Secret Records of the Leader of the Beichen Sword Sect

Although magic treasures are good, if one can’t craft them, they are useless. Therefore, Qing Guang Hall figured that the power of one person wasn’t enough to gather so many materials, but with many hands, the fire burns brightly, so they simply shared the blueprints.

This one being crafted by the master and them is called the Sanmei Divine Celestial Net.

It is said to be crafted from Ice Soul Silk, Golden Spider Bright Thread, Yimu Immortal Vine, collecting Heavenly Breath and Earthly Qi, and using Divine Gang, Returning Dust, and Mystic Nether Three True Breaths, taking sixty years to complete.

Once deployed, it is impervious to water and fire, repels all evil and can be used to protect oneself, guarding against weapons, or to trap and capture thieves, beasts, and demons. Offense and defense are seamless, advancing and retreating with ease.

Originally, it was supposed to be completed in these two days, but it was due to sensing your trouble that the master left to rescue you."

"Huh, she went to Qianzhou specifically to meet me? Is it really such a fate?"

Pei Yuhuan felt puzzled for a moment, unable to help but think,

"But this thing sounds quite powerful... Moreover, a mere Mixed Cultivator’s magic treasure actually uses Ice Silk and Golden Spiders... Huh? That’s not right, aren’t those things only found in the Do..."

"What are you muttering about again?"

"Oh, I was just saying, how are you going to divide up such a net, surely we aren’t all going to sleep in one big wrap together?"

"Ow! What are you even thinking at this young age! Come, let’s go, we’ll head back after eating our fill."

"Oh."

Taozi pushed open the door, and Pei Yuhuan followed her out of the kitchen, glancing at a distant pagoda, then looking back at the kitchen behind her, before turning to ask Taozi.

"What’s that treasure in the kitchen then?"

Taozi was dumbfounded, puzzled,

"What? Kitchen? Treasure? What are you talking about?"

"That shiny thing up on the beam, can’t you see it, Sister Taozi?"

Then Pei Yuhuan turned around and pointed it out to her.

Then the two saw a dark shadow, like a Flying Eagle, gliding across the night sky, swooping down from the roof of the monastery, raising a fierce wind.

Pei Yuhuan instinctively ducked and cradled her head.

Taozi instinctively protected her Junior Sister behind her.

In that instant, it was as if their eyes were blinded by the sand blown by the fierce wind.

In the next instant, it felt like warm rain was drenching her entire body.

When Pei Yuhuan opened her eyes.

Taozi’s skin had been stripped off.

"Thief——!!!"

From high and distant in the sky, coming closer, suddenly came the whistling wind, thunder, and the heart-wrenching roar of Master Ciyun full of grief and anger.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Poof!"

The dark shadow flickered chaotically, and with three earth-shattering explosions, after the clashes of palms, came the sound of Master Ciyun being severely injured and vomiting blood, flying backward, accompanied by the strange whoops of a man bellowing from his throat.

"Kee kee kee! What Iron Sword Divine Nun! Barely a fraction of my Divine Sect’s prowess! You might as well become my Blood Slave kee kee kee!"

"You’re talking nonsense!! There’s no such scoundrel in the Divine Sect! Eat my domineering sword!!"

Then again, there sliced a segment of golden brilliance, like a torrent overturning mountains and seas, splitting the void!

"Swish swish swish——!"

Then sword light scattered everywhere, with radiant flashes, in the blink of an eye, countless moves had been exchanged, numerous blows traded.

"Earthmount Deathblade! Ha! So, there’re remnants of the Death Gate!! Bah!

What Ci Yun Temple! Hiding two concubines! Truly a den of filth and corruption!

Disgusting! I’m leaving!"

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"Where do you think you’re going!"

"Die——!"

"Splash——!"

"Boom!"

Came as fast as it went, in the blink of an eye, like a gust of wind and thunderstorm, a torrential downpour, sweeping over the hills, obliterating more than half of the temple monastery, leaving not a single tile intact.

Pei Yuhuan stood there dumbfounded, unable to see any of the details of those Immortals and True Men in their duel and magic confrontation.

Just quietly accompanying the senior sister who cooked her a bowl of noodles in the midnight, watching her lying in her arms, moaning for three quarters of an hour, until the blood had soaked through her clothes, like dyeing a patch of winter plum, until sound slowly faded away.

She died.