With the Mountain Treasure in hand, Lin Fan's heart raced with excitement. This was no ordinary prize—it held the ancient Heavenly Skill, one of the most revered techniques of antiquity, alongside a treasure technique of the Archaic Vicious Ten. Such a legacy rivaled the inheritances of the scions of immortal forces, making it nearly impossible to remain calm.
Chirp chirp chirp…
Mao Qiu screeched, its eyes fixed on the Mountain Treasure in Lin Fan's grasp. It leaped forward, trying to snatch it, as if the treasure rightfully belonged to it.
But Xiao Budian held its tail tightly, suspending it in midair. "Mao Qiu, behave! That's Xiao Fan Ge's lineage inheritance. It's only right it returns to him," he scolded.
Mao Qiu bared its teeth, fuming. It even tossed aside its dried meat, struggling relentlessly to reach the treasure.
Alas, with its tail firmly gripped, its efforts were futile.
Lin Fan, absorbed in his prize, paid no mind to the monkey's antics. He studied the square bone block, ignoring Mao Qiu's frantic scratching and squealing.
Holding the Mountain Treasure, it felt less like bone and more like warm, lustrous jade—unyieldingly durable, resisting all attempts to crush it. He struck it with a divine sword, its blade shimmering with five-colored radiance.
Clang!
A crisp sound rang out, sparks flying as if metal had clashed with metal. Yet the Mountain Treasure remained unscathed, not a single crack marring its surface.
"What a sturdy bone block!" Xiao Budian exclaimed, watching quietly from the side, still holding the golden furball. The treasure's extraordinariness only grew in his eyes.
But he harbored no greed. It wasn't his, and Xiao Fan Ge had always been good to him.
After his inspection, Lin Fan's gaze settled on the six faces of the Mountain Treasure. He muttered, "It seems it requires six treasure techniques to unlock…"
This posed no great challenge for him. He had mastered several treasure techniques, and while he hadn't perfected them, wielding them was well within his ability.
Swish!
Runes surged, their brilliance dazzling. From Lin Fan's Heavenly Passage, six treasure techniques manifested—Peacock, Golden Crow, and others—channeling their power into the bone block.
Instantly, the Mountain Treasure blazed with divine light, glowing radiantly. Light scattered like flower petals, vibrant and multicolored.
"Look, it's open! Mao Qiu, see? It really belongs to Xiao Fan Ge's lineage. How else could he unlock its secrets so quickly?" Xiao Budian said, shaking the golden furball in his hand.
Chirp chirp…
Mao Qiu huffed, clearly unconvinced, insisting the treasure was its own. Its eyes, gleaming with faint golden light, remained locked on the Mountain Treasure.
With a crack, one face of the white bone block opened, a lid sliding away to reveal the interior.
Within, motes of radiant light danced, revealing a vast space far larger than the block's exterior suggested. It felt boundless, like a starry night sky.
Lin Fan reached inside, retrieving several beast hides. They were stained with ancient blood, weathered and aged, as if they had endured countless eons.
One hide in particular captivated him, his face alight with uncontainable excitement, bordering on ecstasy.
This was a supreme ancient scripture, capable of commanding myriad treasure techniques. Its profundity and power marked it as one of the greatest divine abilities.
"This is it—the Six Paths of Reincarnation Heavenly Skill, the legacy of the Supreme Lineage!"
Lin Fan was awestruck as he examined each hide. Beyond the Heavenly Skill, there were other remarkable techniques, the least of which were heaven-tier treasure techniques—such as those of the Roar Clan, Bifang Clan, and Luan Bird Clan.
"Xiao Nai Hao, you're truly my lucky star! Take this heaven-tier Luan Bird treasure technique and memorize it," Lin Fan said with a hearty laugh, handing one of the hides to Xiao Budian.
Without Xiao Budian's discovery, finding the Mountain Treasure so swiftly would have been unlikely. Lin Fan had been prepared to linger here for far longer.
While he claimed the lion's share, he didn't forget to share a bit of the bounty with his little brother, a reward for his efforts.
As for the other techniques, Xiao Budian could learn them later, once he ascended to the Upper Realm and joined the Supreme Dojo. The old master there would guide him.
"Whoa, thanks, Xiao Fan Ge!" Xiao Budian beamed, accepting the hide without hesitation. He studied it intently, committing every rune to memory.
This technique was vast and profound, far surpassing the Suan Ni treasure technique Stone Village had inherited. It was potent enough to serve as the foundation of an entire nation.
Lin Fan, too, delved into the hides. The Six Paths of Reincarnation Heavenly Skill was too complex for immediate practice, but the other techniques suited his current need to nurture his Heavenly Passage.
"Hmm…" He paused, puzzled. The final beast hide was damaged, recording a Suan Ni treasure technique with runes so faded they were barely legible.
Something's off, he thought. A flawed technique shouldn't be included in the Mountain Treasure. And where's the Grass Script Sword Art, the treasure technique of the Archaic Vicious Ten?
A realization struck him, and he slapped his forehead.
The outer hides are just a shell, meant to conceal the true treasure within.
He didn't act immediately, first memorizing the Suan Ni runes. Even incomplete, it was a rare and valuable divine ability.
Some time later, Lin Fan turned to Xiao Budian, who was still engrossed in memorizing his technique. "Xiao Nai Hao, step back!"
"Okay." Xiao Budian nodded, retreating over a hundred zhang with the Green Scaled Eagle and Mao Qiu, far from the area.
Boom!
A torrent of silver sword qi erupted, engulfing the landscape. Mountains were leveled, the void pierced, and even stars beyond the domain seemed to fall, sliced from the heavens.
Xiao Budian gaped, horrified. The sword qi was ferocious, capable of annihilating heaven and earth, sparing nothing—not even the sun, moon, or stars. It was a force to shake gods and spirits.
"Xiao Fan Ge!" he cried, fear gripping him.
They had been so close. If the sword qi had grazed Lin Fan, he would have been obliterated, with no chance of survival.
Xiao Budian rushed to the spot, finding only a silver metal page where Lin Fan had stood. The surrounding area was flattened, the devastation staggering.
"Xiao Fan Ge…" Xiao Budian's voice trembled with grief, his large eyes misting over, believing Lin Fan had been reduced to dust.
"I'm fine."
A voice answered suddenly. Xiao Budian's heart leaped, his tender face breaking into a radiant smile.
Lin Fan emerged from a nearby rift in the void, wiping cold sweat from his brow, his heart still pounding.
He had narrowly escaped, the silver sword qi nearly striking him. Thankfully, a teleportation talisman had whisked him away just in time.
"You scared me, Xiao Fan Ge!" Xiao Budian clutched his chest, still shaken.
The sword qi's might was unparalleled, beyond mortal resistance. Even now, the silver metal page radiated immense sword intent.
It took a long time for the page to calm, its sword qi retracting. Only silver light remained, adorned with runes, shining like a starry river.
Lin Fan approached and grasped the floating metal page. Threads of sword qi reappeared, but they were no longer wild.
"What kind of sword art is this? Just its recorded runes are so terrifying!" Xiao Budian wondered aloud, while Mao Qiu, trembling, hid in the crook of his neck.
"A peerless sword art!" Lin Fan replied, his eyes blazing. This was one of the three greatest sword arts of antiquity, created by the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, one of the Archaic Vicious Ten.
It could cleave all tangible things, forging matter into a sword embryo. The wielder could even use their arm or body as a blade, invincible and unbreakable.
Legends claimed that, at its pinnacle, it could sever past and present, glimpsing eternity itself—the ultimate expression of offensive power!
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