Chapter 760 Distributing Treasures, Alliance Proposal

Knowing the value of these treasures, Eldrin kept the Orange Gold Glazed Armor (Magic Treasure) and the Purple Gold Tribulation-Calabash (Magic Treasure), then handed the Ethereal 9 Smoke Veil (Magic Treasure) to Kael (Person Name).

"Clan brother, your Heavenly Demon's Immortal-Slaying Sword (Magic Treasure) possesses extraordinary power, yet it still lacks a supreme protective treasure. Please accept this item."

Kael did not decline. He accepted the Ethereal 9 Smoke Veil with a grave expression and said, "We have annihilated the Fang family of Guyuan Mountain, but we must remain vigilant against the schemes of the central province's Fang family ancestral line."

"We have done this deed. If the Fang Family refuses to let this rest, they will likely come after us again."

Many of the True Monarchs present felt a faint stir of unease upon hearing this—after all, their opponent was a renowned Daoist sanctuary that had long established its prestige.

Facing such a formidable Primordial Spirit Immortal Clan, anyone would inevitably feel their heart drumming with trepidation.

Elara's face paled slightly. After a moment of contemplation, she asked, "Should we visit both the Long River Sacred Land and Dorian's Sacred Land, and request them to act as mediators for us?"

"No need." Eldrin shook his head, his tone resolute as he declared, "We've slain the Nascent Soul seedling of the Fang family's branch lineage. They will never let this rest."

"Even if they were to agree to our peace offering—which is far from certain—it would most likely come at a staggering cost. We’d not only pay a heavy price for truce, but also endure their overt and covert suppression."

"Forge the iron, 1 must be strong oneself. Rather than waste effort, it’s better to gather like-minded fellow cultivators to share the burden the Fang family has placed upon us."

Lyra's eyes flickered slightly as she inquired, "What do you mean?"

Eldrin rose to his feet and paced across the great hall with his hands clasped behind his back for a moment before declaring, "We shall form a complete alliance with the Master of Feiyu Pavilion and Maris the Sea Steader."

Upon hearing this, Lyra (Person Name) couldn't help but slightly constrict her pupils.

She understood Eldrin's intention—to rally Maris the Sea Steader and the Featherflight Pavilion, joining forces to withstand the pressure from the Fang Clan of Central Province.

However, to make the 2 of them willingly offend the Fang Immortal Clan (Organization) and stand firmly by their side to form an alliance would likely require no small price.

At this thought, she couldn't help but ask, "What do you plan to do?"

"I have made up my mind."

Eldrin pondered briefly before speaking, "After Maris the Sea Steader achieves his breakthrough, he will require a sixth-grade spirit vein as his cultivation sanctuary."

"If we can lend him a hand in this matter, he will undoubtedly stand on the same side as us."

"The master of the Featherflight Pavilion is merely a Pseudo-Nascent Soul. With no hope of further advancement in the future, he has no need for a Grade-6 spirit vein to enhance his cultivation. However, he requires resources to refine a Grade-6 Dharma Body. We could also provide him with some financial support."

Upon hearing this, everyone present could not help but show expressions of embarrassment.

These 2 matters may sound simple, but how arduous they are to accomplish.

Maris the Sea Steader required a sixth-order spiritual vein to continue his cultivation. However, advancing a single spiritual vein to the sixth-order would consume tens of thousands of Heavenly Crystals, along with an exorbitantly priced sixth-order Spirit-Gathering Array Disk.

The price was simply too exorbitant. Even the Flying Feather Pavilion with its 10-1000-year accumulation of resources would struggle to bear such a cost, let alone Maris the Sea Steader (Person Name), a mere Nascent Soul, Early Stage (Cultivation Realm).

Lyra and Qing Ji, however, grasped Eldrin’s intention. They understood that he aimed to harness the power of the sixth-rank Heaven and Earth Spiritual Root to cultivate a sixth-rank spirit vein for Maris the Sea Steader.

As for the Sixth-Level Dharma Body of the Featherflight Pavilion Master, it was truly exceptionally difficult to refine. Crafting such a Dharma Body would likely require consuming over 10,000 Heavenly Crystals (Spiritual Object).

Fortunately, the Flying Feather Pavilion had profound foundations. If they liquidated all their assets, they could probably scrape together about 70 to 80 percent of what was needed. The Chen family had seized a considerable amount of resources this time, and sponsoring a few dozen spirit treasures would indeed help the Pavilion Master refine his Dharma Body.

After forging the Dharma Body, though the Pavilion Master of Feiyu Pavilion remained incapable of cultivation, her combat prowess already rivaled that of an ordinary First-Level Primordial Spirit. This proved to be no small assistance to the Chen Family.

However, the group had only just seized a large sum of wealth from the Fang family. If they were to use it to aid the Pavilion Master of Flying Feathers, their harvest of floating resources would likely be reduced by more than half. This thought weighed heavily on their hearts, stirring reluctance within each of them.

Seeing the regret in many people's eyes, Eldrin declared decisively, "1 must risk losing the lamb to catch the wolf. We should be content with having slain our sworn enemy Fang Xuan and gained 3 large spirit stone mines."

After deciding to form an alliance, Eldrin immediately went to the Featherflight Pavilion to request an audience with its master.

As the guardian who helped the Master of the Featherflight Pavilion survive the Divine Soul Tribulation, Eldrin received the utmost courtesy from the Featherflight Pavilion.

Now, although the master of the Featherflight Pavilion remained in seclusion, he had personally manifested an incarnation of divine will to meet with Eldrin (Person Name) in the main hall.

Upon seeing Eldrin, he smiled faintly and said, "Brother of the Returning Abyss, your cultivation progress in recent years has been remarkable. It seems within a 1000 years, you may attain the Dao of Pure Yang."

"You flatter me, it's but a modest achievement."

Eldrin smiled faintly, then spoke with a solemn expression: "Brother Feiyu, I come today with an impertinent request."

"Oh?"

Seeing his expression, the Pavilion Master of Flying Feathers couldn't help but adopt a serious demeanor.

After hearing this, he couldn't help but pace back and forth for a long while before saying with a slightly changed expression, "That Fang family has been stirring up trouble all over the 3 Veins Ancient Domain in recent years. Even I find their behavior intolerable and wish I could suppress and eliminate them myself."

"It's just that he maintains a rather close relationship with a Primal Soul Ancestor from the main Fang family lineage. If you kill him now, wouldn’t that mean completely provoking the Zhongzhou Fang Clan’s ancestral line?"

At this point, the master of Feiyu Pavilion couldn't help but feel uneasy. The Fang Clan of Central Plains only had 2 Primordial Spirit cultivators, yet 1 of them had reached the Fourth Level of Primordial Spirit—far beyond what a Half-Step Primordial Spirit (Cultivation Realm) expert like himself could afford to provoke.

Noticing the expression on the Pavilion Master Feiyu’s face, Eldrin quickly rose to his feet and said, “Brother Feiyu, you need not worry. I am not entirely without connections in the Dorian Sacred Land.”

"If that Fang family Primordial Spirit, Mid Stage (Cultivation Realm) elder were to disregard all decorum and attack me, the Ji Clan of the Flying Feather Pavilion would not stand idly by either."

"That is true." Upon hearing this, the Master of the Flying Feather Pavilion gave a slight nod.

Noticing the expression on the Featherflight Pavilion Master's face, Eldrin spoke up, "Brother Featherflight, having just broken through to the Nascent Soul stage, you must not only reshape your Nascent Soul form but also prepare for forging a Pure Yang Spiritual Treasure."

"If you cling to the notion of never offending anyone, how will you ever seize opportunities and when will you ever reconstruct your Primordial Spirit Dharma Body?"

"I am willing to offer treasures worth 3,000 Heavenly Crystals (Spiritual Object) to lend a hand in reconstructing your Dharma Body, Brother Dao."

Hearing this, the Pavilion Master of Flying Feathers also fell into pensive contemplation.

"I lack a Pure Yang True Body, and my combat prowess ranks at the very bottom among Nascent Soul cultivators. With such meager strength, I'd be nothing but easy prey in the eyes of the Outer Realm Demons during the Abyssal Cataclysm. The likelihood of me falling in battle would be... distressingly high."

"Rather than fall prey to demonic cultivators in the future, it would be better to rebuild my Primordial Spirit Dharma Body now. That Fang Clan Patriarch is merely at the fourth level of the Primordial Spirit realm. By then, even he would find it difficult to slay this old man possessing a Primordial Spirit Dharma Body."

At this thought, the Featherflight Pavilion Master nodded. After accepting the treasure presented by Eldrin (Person Name), he remarked, "With Brother Guixu's assistance, this old man will be able to rebuild my spirit body within 1 cycle of 60 years."

"When the time comes to safeguard your path, our chances of success will be far greater."

Chapter 1 The biting northern wind swept across the mountain range, howling like countless vengeful spirits. Snowflakes danced wildly in the air, blanketing the jagged peaks in a layer of pristine white. Upon a solitary cliff stood a young man, his blue robes fluttering in the gust like a lone flag refusing to yield. Lin Feng (Person Name) gazed into the distance, his eyes as deep as an ancient well. "1 100 years," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper yet carrying an unfathomable weight. "1 100 years, and I've finally reached the peak of Foundation Establishment." He raised his hand, a faint cyan glow swirling around his palm. The falling snowflakes avoided his aura automatically, forming a perfect circle around him. This was the might of the Ninth Cycle of Foundation Establishment—merely a step away from the legendary Core Formation realm. Suddenly, a sharp voice cut through the wind. "Lin Feng! Hand over the Heavenly Crystal (Cultivation Resource) and I might spare your miserable life!" A flash of red light descended, revealing a man in crimson robes. His eyes burned with greed as he stared at Lin Feng, like a hawk spotting its prey. Lin Feng smiled faintly, not even turning his head. "Elder Martial Brother Zhao (Person Name), have you been tracking me for 3 days just for this?" "Cut the nonsense!" Zhao Shan (Person Name) snapped, a crimson longsword materializing in his hand. "You merely chanced upon that treasure—you don't deserve it! Hand it over now, and I might consider letting you keep your cultivation!" The crimson sword blazed, its heat melting the snow within a 10-foot radius. This was the Flaming Serpent Sword (Magic Treasure), Zhao Shan's prized weapon that had slain countless opponents. Lin Feng finally turned, his gaze calm. "Elder Martial Brother Zhao, do you truly believe you can take it by force?" "Arrogant fool!" Zhao Shan roared, the flaming sword in his hand bursting into dazzling light. "I, at the late Foundation Establishment stage, can't handle a junior like you?!" The sword shot forth, transforming into a fiery serpent that tore through the blizzard, roaring as it lunged toward Lin Feng. The surrounding temperature skyrocketed, steam rising from the melted snow. Yet Lin Feng remained still. Just as the flaming serpent was about to strike, he gently raised his hand. A soft "ding" rang out. The flaming serpent froze mid-air, its ferocious momentum vanishing instantly. Between Lin Feng's fingers was a crystalline leaf, its surface shimmering with a faint blue glow. "This... this is impossible!" Zhao Shan's eyes widened in disbelief. "You're only at Foundation Establishment! How can you possibly block my full-force strike?!" Lin Feng smiled, a trace of pity in his eyes. "Elder Martial Brother Zhao, you've been stuck at the late Foundation Establishment stage for 50 years, haven't you?" He flicked his finger, and the crystalline leaf shot out. No flashy light, no earth-shattering momentum—just a simple, straightforward trajectory. But Zhao Shan's face contorted in terror. He frantically formed hand seals, summoning 7 or 8 protective artifacts that glowed brilliantly before him. Crack! A crisp sound echoed as the crystalline leaf passed through all the barriers effortlessly, like a hot knife through butter, and gently tapped Zhao Shan's forehead. Time seemed to freeze. Zhao Shan stood rigid, his eyes vacant. The flaming sword in his hand dimmed, clattering to the ground. The protective artifacts around him shattered 1 by 1, turning into specks of light that vanished into the snow. "You... you..." Zhao Shan struggled to speak, but only managed a choked gurgle. A tiny red dot appeared on his forehead, slowly spreading. "Foundation Establishment may be impressive," Lin Feng said softly, watching the falling snow. "But in the grand path of cultivation, it's merely the beginning." Zhao Shan's body swayed, then collapsed heavily into the snow. The crimson robes contrasted starkly against the pure white ground, like a blooming blood-red flower. Lin Feng paid no more attention to the corpse. He looked up at the sky, where the snow fell even heavier now. "The Heavenly Crystal isn't some random treasure," he murmured to himself. "It holds the key to my Core Formation." He produced a crystal from his sleeve, its surface swirling with misty patterns that seemed to contain the entire starry sky. This was the treasure countless cultivators would kill for—the Heavenly Crystal. Suddenly, the crystal in his hand began to glow, its light growing increasingly intense. Lin Feng's expression shifted slightly. "Not good, the energy is resonating!" Before he could react, the crystal erupted into a blinding beam of light that shot straight into the sky. The clouds parted, and a colossal vortex formed overhead, its center a bottomless darkness. A tremendous pressure descended from the sky, so overwhelming that even Lin Feng, at the peak of Foundation Establishment, struggled to breathe. "This is... a tribulation?" Lin Feng stared at the vortex in the sky, his face grave. "But I haven't even attempted Core Formation yet!" The vortex churned, as if some terrifying existence was awakening. Faintly, the sound of chains dragging could be heard, sending chills down 1's spine. Lin Feng took a deep breath, his hands rapidly forming seals. Layers of cyan barriers materialized around him—this was his lifelong cultivation, the 9-Layered Azure Shield (Cultivation Technique). But faced with the pressure from the vortex, even the 9-Layered Azure Shield began to tremble, showing signs of shattering. Just as Lin Feng was about to be crushed by the overwhelming pressure, a clear voice rang out: "Fellow Daoist, are you willing to join my Heavenly Mystery Sect (Sect Name)?"