Chapter 273: Chapter 271: Sea of Stars
"Ah Yang, take a look at these jade scrolls. Will they be of any help to you?"
Sen Hui’s smile was radiant as she lightly tapped the air with her fair hand.
In an instant, a stream of azure light flashed from the green bottle at her waist, drifting into the air to form a portal.
With a soft rustling sound, the portal opened, and one by one, jade scrolls appeared before them.
On one scroll stood the light-form of a young immortal crane, pure white and sacred, radiating immense majesty.
Another was wreathed in the light-form of a fresh Bai Zhi plant, elegant and dignified, a breathtaking sight.
There were nine such scrolls in total!
"Immortal cranes, Bai Zhi..." Fang Yang gazed at the scrolls from a distance, his eyes slightly glazed over.
He was, for a moment, completely stunned.
Sen Hui had actually managed to get him nine scrolls of insights from Saints, and they even included some from Sen Yue!
What an incredible gesture this was!
Even a Great Saint would covet such a prize, wishing to hide it away in a high pavilion to study it at their leisure.
With the insights of nine Saints, one could establish an entirely new daoist lineage without issue, and even be called the founder of a sect!
A cool breeze rustled past, bringing with it a refreshing chill.
But at this moment, Fang Yang felt a warmth spreading from his heart, suffusing his entire body and soul.
He gazed into Sen Hui’s clear, autumn-water eyes, and for a moment, he was at a loss for words.
’Can someone this pure truly exist in the world?’
He couldn’t understand it, but it seemed he had finally met such a person.
’But is something this wonderful truly something I’m allowed to have?’
As his thoughts tumbled in disarray, his heart felt as if it had been struck a heavy blow. A tempest raged in the lake of his mind, leaving him dazed and lost for a moment.
"Ah Yang, why do you keep staring at me?"
"Is there a sea of stars in my eyes or something?"
A blush appeared on Sen Hui’s fair cheeks, and her gaze darted left and right, extremely flustered.
She would meet Fang Yang’s gaze, then look away, then meet it again, back and forth.
It was clear that she was extremely flustered, a stark contrast to when she had playfully teased Fang Yang just a short while ago. She was all bark and no bite.
"A sea of stars?"
Fang Yang smiled. "More than just a sea of stars. There are even greater mysteries within."
With that, he leaned forward and took the initiative.
Closer.
Closer still.
The distance between them shrank until their faces were nearly touching.
Fang Yang’s throat moved, his mouth suddenly dry.
Sen Hui’s long eyelashes trembled, and ripples spread through the watery depths of her eyes.
...
With Sen Hui’s wholehearted support, Fang Yang quickly made up for the foundational knowledge he lacked.
Inspiration struck, and various refinement methods emerged in his mind.
The first was to use the Yi Wood Saintly Spear to condense a bolt of Yi Wood Divine Lightning.
The second was to use the Golden Tai Chi Diagram to refine a strike with the power of the Black Kun.
The third was to use the Sword Dao Rhyme of the Xuanyuan Talisman Treasure to recreate the ancient Sword Flood Dragon Transformation.
In the end, based on his attainments as a Quasi-Master of lightning and fire, as well as his experiences in the dream realm, he chose the third option to ensure a higher chance of success.
And with Sen Hui’s help, the several expensive artifacts he needed for the refinement had already been gathered.
With the preliminary work complete, he set off for Meteor Cliff, preparing to refine the Xuanyuan Talisman Treasure so it could withstand the power of Tier Six!
Meteor Cliff was one of the most ideal treasured lands for Saints like Master Lanwen to forge Sacred Artifacts.
At this moment, it was gradually sealed off for Fang Yang’s exclusive use.
The night was pitch-black, the stars like pearls.
Countless stars shone in unison, casting their light down upon Meteor Cliff.
It was as if a long river of stars descended from the sky, faintly splashing against the cliff face in sprays of purple starlight.
Within these splashes of purple starlight were wisps of an ancient aura.
Under Sen Hui’s watchful gaze, Fang Yang raised his head and looked toward the heavens.
Once the seven stars of the Big Dipper fell into alignment, he acted decisively.
WHOOSH! He waved his sleeve, and the Xuanyuan Talisman Treasure shot out from it like a white serpent, drawing in the boundless starlight.
Afterward, items such as the wings of a Swordfish Ten Thousand Beasts King and a core of Thick Earth Soul Marrow flew out from his hands one after another.
They continuously altered the Xuanyuan Talisman Treasure’s innate dao rhyme, helping it to ascend to a higher tier.
’Heaven and Earth Natural Skill.’
’I was right. The Skill Sen Yue used to refine Sacred Artifacts was this one.’
’Right now, I’m working hard to refine the Xuanyuan Talisman Treasure, but this could also be preparation for recreating the Sacred Artifact, the "Flame Robe".’
’Sacred Artifacts are unique. I just wonder if the Flame Robe still exists in the world today.’
’Focus. Continue tempering the Sword Dao Rhyme. I’ll use it to inscribe the flood dragon’s eyes, scales, and other parts. I’ll start with the body...’
Fang Yang’s gaze was profound.
Ever since using the state of profound mystery to absorb the essence of numerous Saints’ insights, his comprehension of the Heaven and Earth Natural Skill had deepened considerably.
The notes from Bai Zhi the Medicine Saint and Sen Yue, in particular, had broadened his horizons, allowing him to perceive things from a much higher perspective.
And that was precisely why he had been so dazed by Sen Hui’s gesture earlier.
Because what Sen Hui had given him was simply far too precious!
THUMP!
The void trembled, and a muffled clap of thunder echoed.
Fang Yang’s expression was calm as he continued to wield the Wenshan Pen.
He was organizing the power of heaven and earth to temper the Xuanyuan Spiritual Talisman. It had just begun, and everything was proceeding smoothly.
Seeing this, Sen Hui, who was standing to the side, secretly breathed a sigh of relief. ’I never expected the Wenshan Pen to be so incredible. No wonder Father treasures it so much.’
The Wenshan Pen was something Fang Yang had obtained from the Sen family’s Scripture Pavilion.
It had once been Cold Moon Great Saint’s companion Spiritual Treasure in his youth. He later gifted it to his younger sister, Sen Yuanyuan, before it was eventually stored away in the Scripture Pavilion.
It was precisely because Fang Yang had gained this treasure’s acknowledgment that Cold Moon Great Saint believed him to be good-natured and became the first to approve of his relationship with Sen Hui.
THUMP!——THUMP!——THUMP!
Within the void, peals of thunder grew more frequent and immense.
Overhead, brilliant bolts of lightning wrapped in boundless starlight gathered like a river flowing in reverse, about to come crashing down.
The light was too brilliant, the thunder too loud.
Even Meteor Cliff itself could not completely suppress such a formidable display of power.
This majestic power caused the students around Meteor Cliff to look up and stare in awe.
"This aura..."
"Hiss... Could some great eminence be forging a Sacred Artifact?"
"A Sacred Artifact... If I could possess one in my lifetime, I could die happy."
"Heh, you of all people..."
Outside Meteor Cliff, Qing Xixi, Yu Yiming, and the others all fixed their gazes in its direction, their discussions fervent.
But inside Meteor Cliff, Sen Hui watched Fang Yang with a worried expression.
Using starlight as ink, heaven and earth as paper, and the Talisman Treasure as the body.
This was the foundation Fang Yang had established using the Heaven and Earth Natural Skill, and he had been steadily advancing based on it.
But now, she saw that Fang Yang could no longer move the Wenshan Pen in his hand with ease. Even swinging it the slightest bit had become extremely difficult.
Clearly, Fang Yang had encountered a major obstacle while refining the Talisman Treasure!
’Ah Yang, you can do it.’
Sen Hui clasped her hands tightly, her eyes filled with worry.
As she watched the ocean of lightning grow more terrifyingly oppressive, her heart ached for him even more.
She desperately wanted to tell Fang Yang:
’Just do your best. I don’t care about fame or status. All I want is for you to be okay.’
But she knew with absolute clarity that saying such things would only distract Fang Yang.
THUMP... The lightning continued to gather, erupting with a tremendous roar.
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