I Pick Up A Bunch Of Attributes-Chapter 72 - It Is Common Sense That the Eight

The Phantom Jade Pendant was an ancient divine item belonging to the Yan Clan of the Three Lives Hall and passed down through the generations.

The spiritual power in the pendant needed to be replenished every seven days. As long as the spiritual power was not completely exhausted, it could maintain a strong divine power at all times and allow the infamous demoness, Yan Wuyou, to keep looking like junior sister Ling Jieyu.

However… the last time she replenished the jade pendant’s spiritual power was seven days ago, when she had just returned to the Thousand Autumn Valley from the Ancient Forsaken Land!

Originally, Ling Jieyu, or rather Yan Wuyou, had thought that when the Thousand Autumn Valley had its defenses broken through, she would naturally be able to restore her own identity and return to the Hundred Nether Sect.

By then, she would not need to replenish the jade pendant’s spiritual power anymore.

Who would have thought…

The old Sword King suddenly launched an attack and sacrificed his life to kill the two dukes, giving the Thousand Autumn Valley time to relocate their people. Bai Canghai had also come looking for her at the first instance, concerned for the safety of “Junior Sister Ling”.

This created a situation whereby Yan Wuyou could not find a chance to replenish the jade pendant’s spiritual power for two days. By now, the remaining spiritual power in the jade pendant could only last for a few more hours before it became completely exhausted.

“No matter what, I must find an opportunity to leave as soon as possible. Otherwise…”

Yan Wuyou suddenly shivered for no reason.

Once her true identity was exposed, those cute things she said when she pretended to be the junior sister would definitely come back to haunt her.

Just the thought of that happening made her shudder!

“This is too embarrassing…”

Yan Wuyou slapped her own cheeks and forced herself not to think about those things. Instead, she asked in a syrupy voice, “What about the safety of the others and the elders?” fre𝙚𝓌𝒆𝚋noѵel.c𝚘m

The eldest disciple, Bai Canghai, was silent for a moment before a smile appeared on his face. He patted the girl’s shoulder forcefully and said, “Little junior sister… Most people are safe and sound. Now, I will bring all of you back to the sect!”

“Back to the sect…”

Yan Wuyou was stunned. After thinking about this phrase a few times, she suddenly came back to her senses. “Wait, Eldest Brother, when you said that we can go back to the sect, you mean…”

Bai Canghai thumped his chest as tears welled up in his eyes and he said solemnly, “The Thousand Autumn Valley… has won!”

…

With the fall of Mo Yuanlong, the siege of the Thousand Autumn Valley finally came to an end.

Lei Shao and the others did not pursue the experts from the various sects. Instead, they chose to let the experts leave the Thousand Autumn Valley.

At the end of the day…

After experiencing a huge battle, the strength of the Thousand Autumn Valley was depleted and there were many things to do. If they chased after those people now, it would only put the sect in danger.

“King Zhennan and King Zhendong are both dead, even the Primal Core Realm grand duke is dead…”

After returning to the Five Elements Sect’s mountain gate, the Five Elements Sect Master buried himself in his wide throne and looked ahead with disturbed and lifeless eyes.

This location was the golden peak of the Five Elements Sect. When he looked down from his throne, he would often feel a sense of pride, as if he was looking down at the mountains and all living beings.

Yet at this moment, sitting on the same throne and looking at the same sect buildings, the Five Elements Sect Master shivered for no reason.

“We had prepared for so many years… with help from the experts of the imperial court… even a Primal Core Realm cultivator came personally to Mount Canglan…”

“But why did it turn out like this?”

“No! I absolutely can’t continue waiting for death like this! Even a Primal Core Realm cultivator has been killed, so if the Thousand Autumn Valley comes looking for me, it’s surely impossible for me to escape….”

In this battle, the Thousand Autumn Valley’s most hated targets were naturally the three experts of the imperial court.

The Five Elements Sect had built the five Five Elements Altars and used the Five Elements Sky-Sealing Formation to seal the whole area. It could be said that they were the ones who had directly cut off the escape route of the Thousand Autumn Valley.

The three experts of the imperial court were dead. If the Thousand Autumn Valley wanted further revenge, their first target would be the Five Elements Sect!

“However, the Five Elements Sect’s mountain gate is here. Unless I don’t want to be the sect master anymore, it’s useless no matter where I go…”

The Five Elements Sect Master crossed his arms and frowned. The worry in his eyes intensified.

No matter how he cracked his head, he could not find a way out.

The helplessness that the Five Elements Sect Master was currently feeling was what the Thousand Autumn Valley had felt seven days ago.

“Master, what are you worried about?”

At this moment, a young man in blue walked over. Seeing the situation, he could not help but ask, “Perhaps your disciple can help you solve your problems.”

The Five Elements Sect Master was silent for a moment. In the end, he nodded and voiced his worries.

The young man in blue pondered for a moment before he spoke suddenly.

“Master, I have a plan that might be able to help you…”

…

On the eighth day, the sunlight shone down, illuminating the Thousand Autumn Valley.

A few buildings that had been damaged during the battle were bathed in the clear sunlight. Not only did they not look damaged, but they seemed to vaguely nurture an inexplicable vitality within them.

In the depths of the Thousand Autumn Valley, Feng Xia held his chin thoughtfully and looked at the eight small spiritual light bells in front of him.

Zhu Youniang, who was beside him, asked curiously, “Xia, these eight small bells… What’s the story? Did that big bell give birth to them?”

“Of course not,” Feng Xia replied, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

“Then how are they born?” the girl continued to ask.

“That’s why I said they weren’t born…”

Feng Xia stroked the girl’s black hair speechlessly. His gaze fell back on the eight small spiritual light bells. “Actually, I’ve been thinking about something. As a sect that’s famous for its swordplay, why is the sect treasure of the Thousand Autumn Valley… a bell? No matter what, it should be a sword, right?”

He had not considered this problem before, but during this battle, the eight small bells displayed eight different divine powers, which made Feng Xia discover the existence of this issue.

Why was it a bell!

It was as if a hero had gone through untold hardships to finally charge into the boss dungeon to meet the legendary demon king.

And it turned out to be a husky.

It would be too flippant to just say that something did not look right!

“So I am very curious. In the final years of that first Sect Master’s life, exactly what did he encounter that made him choose to refine these eight small spiritual light bells?”

“And now?”

“Now, I think I may have found the answer.”

Feng Xia raised his hand and grabbed one of the small bells. He gathered his strength and struck the bell fiercely.

Hum—

The small bell immediately vibrated and emitted light. At the same time, a strange sound wave suddenly exploded in the void. It was deafening and shook one’s body and soul!

Along with the ringing vibration of this small bell, the other seven small bells also vibrated endlessly, creating rolling sound waves that enveloped the area where Feng Xia was!

Oook!

Guk!

Bah!

Mah!

Ya!

Zor!

Por!

“If I’m not wrong, this should be the Eight Notes of the Celestial Dragon…”

Feng Xia was halfway through his sentence when there was a ninth sound.

Woof—

Feng Xia: “?”