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Hengyin sneered: "Wei Changxuan, this dragon energy is something that my Sanhua Temple is determined to obtain. You will not be able to take it away today."
Mu Nanzhi angrily said, "Hengyin, how can you be so shameless? This dragon energy does not belong to your Sanhua Temple."
Hengyin remained unmoved and said, "Within this Floating Pagoda, strength reigns supreme. Today, whoever can take away the dragon energy will have it."
Just then, the spirit's voice rang out in the space: "Hengyin, do not act rashly. The ownership of this dragon energy is predetermined and cannot be forced."
Hengyin ignored them and waved his hand, sending the monks attacking Wei Changxuan and the others.
Wei Changxuan and the others quickly formed a defensive formation and engaged the monks in battle.
In an instant, swords flashed and magic light flickered. Wei Changxuan flashed and rushed towards Hengyin, intending to subdue the one who had instigated the trouble.
Seeing this, Hengyin clasped his hands together, chanted incantations, and unleashed the ultimate technique of the Three Flowers Temple, engaging Wei Changxuan in battle. The two exchanged blows, each move fraught with danger.
On the other side, Mu Nanzhi, Jiang Fang, and others also displayed their strength, engaging in fierce battles with the monks. Although Janet was slightly weaker, she assisted the group from the sidelines, providing support.
Yan Lingji used fire magic to force the surrounding monks back. Jing Ni, on the other hand, moved like a ghost through the crowd, her long sword flashing out from time to time, making it impossible for the monks to defend themselves.
In the chaos, Wei Changxuan suddenly felt the dragon energy calling to him. A thought struck him, and taking advantage of a lull in his fight with Hengyin, he charged towards the dragon energy. Hengyin, seeing this, was terrified and hurriedly gave chase.
"Wei Changxuan, don't even think about taking away the dragon energy!" Hengyin roared.
Wei Changxuan ignored him, walked up to the dragon aura, and reached out to touch the golden light.
In an instant, the dragon energy seemed to have found its home, transforming into a stream of light that entered Wei Changxuan's body.
Asking for flowers
Wei Changxuan felt a powerful force flowing through his body, and every cell in his body was cheering with joy.
"No!" Hengyin roared in despair as he watched helplessly as Wei Changxuan absorbed the dragon energy, his heart filled with anger and resentment.
At this moment, the battle gradually subsided. Seeing that Wei Changxuan had obtained the dragon's energy, the monks all stopped what they were doing. Hengyin collapsed to the ground, her eyes vacant, muttering to herself, "It's over, everything is over..."
Wei Changxuan took a deep breath, feeling the power brought by the dragon energy within his body, and said to Hengyin, "Hengyin, this dragon energy is not something that you or I can forcibly possess."
Hengyin raised his head and looked at Wei Changxuan, his eyes filled with hatred. But he also knew that there was no way to turn the tide at this moment.
The spirit's voice rang out again: "Hengyin, everything has its cause and effect. Now that the dragon energy has chosen its master, you should let go of your obsession."
After a long silence, Hengyin finally stood up slowly, bowed to Wei Changxuan, and said, "Young Master Wei, today's events were caused by my deep-seated obsession. I hope you will not blame me."
Wei Changxuan nodded slightly and said, "Let's leave it at that. I hope you will learn from this experience in the future."
Afterwards, Wei Changxuan led everyone, guided by the artifact spirit, and slowly left this floor...
Chapter 190 Control of the Floating Pagoda!
The moment Wei Changxuan successfully absorbed the dragon's energy, the turbulent energy ripples within the Floating Pagoda gradually subsided, and the pervasive murderous aura slowly dissipated, with everything gradually returning to calm.
The dragon energy entering his body not only brought Wei Changxuan great power, but also seemed to establish an indescribable bond between him and this mysterious pagoda.
As it was about to depart, the spirit resembling an old monk was enveloped in a faint golden light, the aura of the number "627".
Like a golden auspicious cloud floating in the sky, it slowly drifted to Wei Changxuan's front.
In his hands, he held a Buddha amulet that emitted a soft, gentle light. Although the light was not dazzling, it could instantly bring peace and tranquility to one's heart.
His gaze was gentle, like the warm sun in spring, looking at Wei Changxuan with affection, and he said, "Young Master Wei, you have gained the approval of the dragon's aura..."
This pagoda seems to have a connection with you. This amulet is the key to activating and harnessing the power of the pagoda.
It carries the secrets and power of this pagoda for thousands of years, and now it is entrusted to you.
Wei Changxuan was slightly taken aback, clearly not expecting the artifact spirit to entrust him with something so important.
Immediately, he respectfully accepted the amulet with both hands and solemnly said, "Senior, rest assured, I will certainly not fail your trust. Since this treasure has chosen me..."
I will certainly use it to protect all living beings and will never fail in its mission.
The amulet felt exceptionally warm and smooth to the touch, as if it were alive, gently resting against his palm.
The ancient runes carved on it are like mysterious symbols, seemingly telling the story of the vicissitudes of time, and also conveying some ancient and mysterious power.
Those around them, witnessing this scene, instantly revealed complex expressions in their eyes.
The monk Hengyin's eyes were filled with regret and disappointment. He bit his lower lip tightly, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force.
He knew all too well the glory and prestige that this amulet would bring to the Sanhua Temple if it fell into their hands.
It might have made Sanhua Temple a top force in the martial arts world, but now it has been acquired by Wei Changxuan, which fills him with resentment.
The martial monks Jingyuan and Li Shaoyun also looked on with envy. Control of the Floating Pagoda was something countless people dreamed of, willing to fight tooth and nail for it.
Now, however, they were all held in Wei Changxuan's arms. The way they looked at Wei Changxuan was filled with envy, but also a hint of jealousy.
Janet's eyes widened, like two bright gems, as she stared at the amulet with great curiosity.
She muttered to herself, "Wow, this amulet looks really powerful. Young Master will definitely look even more impressive with it."
As she spoke, she unconsciously moved closer to Wei Changxuan, wanting to take a closer look at the magical amulet.
Although Mu Nanzhi did not speak, a hint of envy flashed in her eyes, but she was mostly happy for Wei Changxuan.
Her lips curved slightly upward, revealing a gentle smile as she quietly looked at Wei Changxuan, her eyes filled with trust and support.
Wei Changxuan felt the gazes of everyone, but remained calm. He carefully put the amulet away in a specially made brocade pouch in his pocket to ensure its safety.
He bowed to the spirit of the artifact again to express his gratitude, and then, together with the women and Li Lingsu, turned and left the Pagoda.
Outside the pagoda, the sun shone brightly, its warmth bathing everyone, and a gentle breeze caressed their faces.
With a refreshing scent, it's as if all the previous struggles have become a thing of the past, leaving only this beautiful moment.
Chapter 191 A Dilapidated Ancient Temple!
After a short rest, the group set off towards Zhangzhou. Along the way, the scenery was picturesque, with green mountains and clear waters, birds singing and flowers blooming—as if nature had specially prepared a visual feast for them.
However, everyone had their own thoughts. Wei Changxuan, riding on his horse, pondered his future journey.
He knew that gaining control of the Pagoda was just the beginning, and many more challenges awaited him in the future. He had to improve his strength as soon as possible in order to deal with the unknown dangers.
Mu Nanzhi stayed close to him, occasionally exchanging a few words with him in a soft voice. Her voice was like a clear mountain spring, crisp and melodious, which relieved a lot of pressure for Wei Changxuan.
Jiang Fang vigilantly observed her surroundings, her eyes sharp as an eagle's, not missing a single corner, in case of any unexpected situation.
Janet 17, on the other hand, was like a curious child, constantly asking all sorts of questions, which added a bit of vitality to the somewhat dull journey.
Yan Lingji continued to fan herself with her fan, each wave bringing forth a fragrant breeze. Her eyes held a hint of languor and allure, as if nothing in the world concerned her, yet she always managed to attract everyone's attention.
Jing Ni followed silently behind the group, like a silent shadow. Although her figure was not eye-catching, it gave people a strange sense of security.
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After traveling for several days, they passed through Xiangzhou. As evening approached, the afterglow of the setting sun painted the horizon orange-red, like a beautiful painting.
Ahead, a desolate mountain temple stood quietly, surrounded by a dense forest, adding a touch of mystery to this ancient temple.
The temple door was half-closed, creaking in the wind as if telling a story of the vicissitudes of time.
Wei Changxuan, mounted on his horse, looked up at the setting sun on the horizon, which was about to disappear behind the mountains. The orange-red afterglow cast long shadows of everyone.
Looking at my companions, the fatigue from several days of travel was evident on their faces, and their eyes revealed an undisguised weariness.
A wave of pity washed over him, so he reined in the horses, turned to the crowd, and proposed:
"We've all been traveling for days and are exhausted. There's a deserted temple ahead. Let's rest here for a while, recharge our energy, and continue our journey tomorrow."
Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement, a look of relief appearing on their tired faces.
Stepping into the temple, a musty, decaying smell hit me. The temple was in such a dilapidated state that it was practically unrecognizable.
The roof had several holes, and a few rays of the setting sun shone straight in through the holes, illuminating the countless dust particles floating in the air.
Large patches of plaster peeled off the walls, revealing the mottled bricks underneath.
The Buddha statue was covered in a thick layer of dust, its face blurred and indistinct, its lowered eyes seemingly telling a silent story of the vicissitudes of time.
The beams and walls were covered with a dense network of spider webs, resembling an intricate Bagua formation.
But everyone was so exhausted that they didn't care about the dilapidated state of the place.
Jiang Fang took the lead and found a long tree branch. She swung it vigorously and knocked down the annoying spider webs one by one.
Janet was not to be outdone. Although she usually had a lively and playful demeanor, she was very serious about her work at this moment.
She carefully wiped the dust off the ground with the handkerchief she carried with her, and soon the handkerchief became black.
Mu Nanzhi quietly directed from the side, methodically arranging for everyone to clear a relatively clean and flat area for resting.
Just as everyone was busy tidying up 627, a series of chaotic footsteps suddenly came from outside the temple, "rustling, rustling."
From far to near.
Wei Changxuan and the others immediately became alert, a sharp glint flashing in their eyes.
Wei Changxuan quickly reached out and pressed the hilt of his sword at his waist, slightly turned his body to the side, and positioned himself in front of the women, ready to fight at any moment.
Jiang Fang immediately stopped what she was doing. Her hand quietly slid to the hidden weapon pouch at her waist, her fingers gently gripping a hidden weapon. She could strike instantly at the slightest movement.
Janet remained calm. She frowned slightly, exchanged a glance with Wei Changxuan, and they understood each other perfectly, preparing to deal with any unexpected situation.
Mu Nanzhi instinctively hid behind Wei Changxuan, her eyes wide open.
Filled with tension and curiosity, they stared intently at the direction of the temple gate, barely daring to breathe.
Chapter 192 Demon-Slaying Tournament!
A moment later, a young woman walked gracefully and slowly into the temple.
She had delicate features, with her eyebrows and eyes curved like a crescent moon, exuding a lively spirit, like a little bird hopping merrily on a branch in spring, radiating vitality.
Her large, watery eyes sparkled, but when she saw the people in the temple, she paused slightly, a hint of wariness flashing in them.
"Who are you? Why are you here?" the woman asked, her voice clear and melodious, like a babbling brook flowing through the mountains, echoing gently in the dilapidated temple.
Seeing the woman's wary expression, Wei Changxuan slowly sheathed his weapon, a gentle smile on his face, and spoke softly:
"Don't be afraid, young lady. We are just travelers passing through this place."
Seeing that it was getting late, and finding that this temple could provide shelter from the wind and rain, I decided to stay here for the night and leave early the next morning, promising not to cause any further disturbance. May I ask who you are, young lady?
Hearing his earnest words, the woman relaxed a little and breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "My name is Feng Xiu, and I live nearby. I often come to this temple to pray for blessings. When I heard that there was some commotion here, I came to take a look."
After exchanging pleasantries, Feng Xiu learned that they came from afar and knew very little about Xiangzhou. She widened her eyes in surprise and said:
"You don't even know about the demon-slaying assembly convened by Aunt Chai? It's caused quite a stir in Xiangzhou, everyone knows about it."