Secret Records of the Leader of the Beichen Sword Sect-Chapter 1080 - 547: Pearl Shirt (Part 3)

It might be better not to, it feels like it would cause a bloodbath...

"Gurgle~~"

At this moment, the lake in front started to swirl. Amidst the clear water and blue waves, a blush of red suddenly unfurled, and then the blood spread out, as if a flower blossomed in the lake. Then a figure spun around, swept by the undercurrent from the lake bottom.

Chen Xuantian came to his senses, grabbed the bamboo pole, and walked across the lake surface. With a flick of the pole, he pulled up the fool who was beaten until blood spurted from his mouth and nose, passed out, and dropped a pile of Dragon Palace treasures, but still gripped that flagpole tightly.

"Tsk tsk, your body is still really weak, shouldn’t have skipped the soup."

He hoisted Yang Yuanzhao up onto the shore, found a tree branch to hang him on, and let the blood water drain out. Then, he opened Yang Yuanzhao’s clothes and carefully checked his wounds from this encounter.

The attacker used a set of Xuanming Finger Technique, with extremely profound Inner Strength. If not mistaken, it originated from ten yards away, with a raised hand pointing, the Finger Force split waves, penetrated lungs, directly broke Yang Yuanzhao’s ribs, sending him flying backward and rolled into the spring, swept out with a "boom". 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

This move is nothing special, but the attacker refined it deeply, having soaked in Daoist practice for at least five hundred years. Even Chen Xuantian himself could not produce such Finger Force. But it’s not a big problem, lying around for a month should be enough.

Of course, the fact that the injury is so mild is entirely due to the opponent’s Finger Force deliberately holding back five percent; they could have blown Yang Yuanzhao’s head off or broken his spine, but clearly refrained from killing him. Just one hit broke his gills, ruined his cultivation, clearly intending to cripple this unknown Babo’erben, capture alive, and investigate thoroughly.

But the opponent made two small miscalculations.

The first miscalculation was they never expected someone would spare a Divinity Transformation Treasure every day to make soup for the little brother, strengthening the muscles and bones, and after consuming heavenly and earthly treasures for three months, his body became quite sturdy. This attack naturally didn’t kill him.

The second miscalculation was Yang Yuanzhao wearing armor.

Well, not exactly armor, it was a pearl shirt. This garment was made from ninety-nine pearls shed by North Sea Merfolk during nights of weeping, woven with the Weaving Girl Cloud Shuttle, and embroidered with Purple Mansion Heavenly Silkworm Silk. The pearls were as big as dragon eyes or as small as a grain; it embodies the essence of water souls and contains the moisture of waves, shining with alternating brightness.

At a glance, the pearl’s light is gentle, neither rainbow nor mist, seemingly surrounded by cloud and water vapor, thread glistening, neither gold nor jade, seemingly revealing the shadow of mountains and rivers within. During movement, the light and shadow continuously flow, like a galaxy pouring down, glimpsed in a rainbow that drinks from a spring.

Therefore, ninety percent of the Xuanming Finger Force was blocked by this pearl shirt, otherwise, even if Yang Yuanzhao fortunately did not die, he would have been invaded by Daoist energy, deeply injured, and have latent damage that would not be healed even with ten years of Breathing Control, nourishment with heavenly and earthly treasures, or lifesaving from brothers and friends.

This pearl shirt was truly not given to him by Chen Xuantian. After all, he had hoped to take this chance to see what magical arts the opponent used, which sect they belonged to, you blocked the Dao Power so he couldn’t figure out!

Moreover, if he had seen such magic treasure, he would have ground it into powder, refined it into Elixir or Medicine, rather than waste it as a women’s blouse. What an absolute waste...

But ultimately, the giver of the shirt saved Liu Lang’s life, probably even blocked the pursuing soldiers for him, otherwise, he wouldn’t even have had the chance to be swept into the spring and washed away.

This time he really owes someone the debt of karma...