Asura Emperor Venerable-Chapter 269 - Bipolar Sword

Chapter 269: Chapter 269 Bipolar Sword

Chapter 269 -269 Bipolar Sword

Shi Hao continued his exploration.

When he reached a certain spot, the Spirit Exploration Compass suddenly lit up with spots of light, and not just one—there were at least a dozen, almost superimposed on each other.

A discovery!

Shi Hao quickly moved towards the area, nearly overlapping with the lights, and he turned the compass upside down.

Hmm, underground.

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This was expected, but since the Spirit Exploration Compass could explore the spiritual objects within three miles, its accuracy was not very precise.

From the compass display, he only knew it was very close.

“Anywhere from five to twenty yards,” Shi Hao muttered.

Then they would dig.

Shi Hao took out a shovel and started digging into the earth.

Now at the strength level of the Other Shore, he naturally dug fast, shoveling earth rapidly, and soon, he had excavated a large pit.

Digging further, he reached the ceiling layer.

Shi Hao set down the shovel and lifted the tiles. Oh, the material of these tiles was very precious, not burnt from ordinary soil, but from a special kind of clay known as “Blackflame Soil,” which made the tiles exceptionally strong.

This meant… Shi Hao uncovered a few more tiles, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Indeed, the room was empty.

Shi Hao leapt into the open rooftop, buzzing, as countless particles within a five-yard radius around him glowed, illuminating a large area and revealing every minute detail.

This was a storage room, filled with boxes.

Shi Hao couldn’t help feeling excited and amazed; these were all treasure chests.

Opening treasure chests was a delightful pleasure, filled with anticipation.

Should he wash his hands to boost his luck a bit?

Shi Hao thought about it, then decisively abandoned the idea. He was so handsome, his luck must be incredible.

Open!

He walked to the first chest and opened it.

With a creak, the chest emitted an old sound, and inside were a bunch of Elixirs.

Shi Hao casually picked up a Pill Bottle, pulled out the stopper, and tipped it, but only a pile of powder poured out.

Too much time had passed; it had all decomposed.

What a pity, the medicinal effect was lost, no longer usable.

Undeterred, Shi Hao opened bottle after bottle of Elixirs, but the result was the same, all decomposed.

“Sigh,” Shi Hao sighed, moving on to the second chest.

However, the result was the same.

The third, fourth, fifth; he opened five chests in a row, all containing decomposed medicinal powder.

“Really, should I wash my hands?” Shi Hao murmured.

Muttering to himself, he continued opening more chests.

The sixth… still Elixirs.

Alright then.

At the seventh, there was finally a change.

The chest contained a pile of straw; Shi Hao scraped away the straw and found a sword.

“Bipolar.” The name was inscribed on the scabbard, and Shi Hao softly read it aloud.

He drew the sword, flicking the scabbard lightly, clang, the blade unsheathed, and instantly, a fierce aura dispersed, as if it was a ferocious weapon, too long deprived of the taste of fresh blood, now desperately craving it.

Shi Hao slashed the sword into the ground, instantly carving a deep mark.

So sharp!

Shi Hao carefully observed, “This should be Red Ming Iron, belonging to five-star Precious Metal.”

He flicked the sword blade, which buzzed lightly and emitted a clear ringing sound.

“There are two runes.” Shi Hao was a bit pleasantly surprised, as the Spiritual Artifact of Ninefold Mountain had double runes; this sword was at least on the same level in terms of Artifact Forging as Ninefold Mountain.

“No, wait!”

Shi Hao picked up the scabbard and saw that there was actually another rune on it.

Three runes.

“Let’s try it.” He activated his Soul Power, and instantly, fierce flames burst forth from the sword blade.

“Such astonishing power of flames.” Shi Hao hissed; the intensity of the flames exceeded even the Fire Element he could gather, and moreover, limited by his Soul Force, he hadn’t been able to fully unleash the Spiritual Artifact’s power.

He activated another rune, and boom, a chill surged out abruptly.

Frost runes!

Hisss, whose master hand is this?

Shi Hao was amazed; although he also dealt with Talismanic Soldiers, he could only say he knew them, far from being skilled.

For him to imprint fire and ice, two completely opposing runes on the same weapon, it was utterly impossible. He couldn’t balance the two Elemental Energies, as they would conflict with each other, nullifying their powers, making it better to activate just one rune instead.

But now, fire and ice each occupied half the space distinctly, with not a hint of conflict in between.

Awesome.

Shi Hao picked up the scabbard again, infused his Soul Force, and buzz, the scabbard emitted light, forming a Light Shield around him, protecting him within.

This was a defensive Light Shield.

Shi Hao was even more impressed; one sword resolved both offense and defense, and on the offensive side, there was the dual might of ice and fire.

“In martial arts, my talent is peerless, even Yuan Chengmie can’t compare with me. But in Artifact Refining, I really fall short.” He was very self-aware.

He observed the runes and suddenly developed a strong interest in the Array Path.

He had a feeling that whether it was martial arts, Alchemy Dao, Array Path, or Artifact Forging, in the end, they all converged, completely interreferential.

Whoosh, just then, a figure silently dropped from above, appearing behind Shi Hao.

A flash of cold light sliced towards Shi Hao’s neck.

Whoosh, Shi Hao bounced on his feet, leaping forward seven feet, dodging the strike.

He turned around and saw that the attacker was a young man holding a sword, his face still marked by surprise, seemingly thinking that Shi Hao shouldn’t have, possibly couldn’t have dodged the sword.

“Humph, consider yourself lucky!” he said coldly, “Since you dodged my sword, I’ll spare your dog life.”

Shi Hao shook his head, “Did you eat shit, why is your mouth so stinky?”

If only he had brought the big yellow dog along, it would have bitten this guy to roll and piss himself in panic.

The young man was momentarily stunned, not expecting Shi Hao to be so impolite.

He couldn’t help but laugh, “Truly, ignorance is bliss. If you knew who I am—”

“I’m not interested in knowing,” Shi Hao interrupted the other party, “in my eyes, since you’ve made a move against me, you’re already a corpse.”

What, what?

The young man was furious, his face turned pale, and he hatefully said, “I, Baili Heng have seen many madmen, but one as mad as you is truly rare to find! Too bad, you simply don’t have the qualifications to be arrogant in front of me; you’re just courting death.”

“Hand over the Spiritual Artifact in your hand, kneel before me, sever one of your arms, and I might still spare your life.”

Shi Hao couldn’t help but laugh, “Where did you get this confidence?”

“I’ve already given you a way out, since you don’t want it, then go to hell!” Baili Heng could no longer restrain himself, swinging his sword to strike.

Shi Hao swung his sword to meet the attack.

Ding, a crisp sound rang out as Baili Heng’s sword was effortlessly broken.

The Bipolar Sword continued its slash, forcing Baili Heng to roll away clumsily to dodge the blade, looking extremely disheveled.

“Excellent sword!” He couldn’t help raising his eyebrows, his gaze fixed on the Bipolar Sword, his face filled with greed.