Chapter 950: Chapter 674: Ghost Bamboo
Upon hearing this, Yang Xiao’s pupils trembled. He had never expected that this auxiliary Magic Artifact would have such a significant origin.
His mentor, with vast experience and knowledge, spoke such words, indicating the true value of the Ghost Lantern.
This also triggered a deeper level of thought in Yang Xiao. After all, the Ghost Lantern was a companion artifact of the Underworld Robe. Both hailed from the same Nightmare World. If the mere fragment of the Ghost Lantern bore such significance, what incredible history must the robe itself have? It might even rank among the top in the Netherworld-level artifacts. No wonder it was something the old Dean of the Ru Lin Academy couldn’t forget.
Moreover, Yang Xiao realized something else. He had obtained the Ghost Lantern by clearing the Fengmen Ghost Play scenario. Perhaps parts of the Ghost Lantern were still left in that Nightmare World. After all, he had been taken back to the dilapidated Feng Family Mansion by the female ghost in the robe more than once. Could this suggest that treasures were still hidden there?
The more he thought about it, the more possible it seemed. Yang Xiao made up his mind to return there in the future and try to find the missing parts of the Ghost Lantern.
Even if it involved some risks, he felt it was worth it, especially since his mentor’s words were highly enticing to him.
After going around in circles for so long, Yang Xiao finally realized the true value of Yan Xuan, his dear sister. The Underworld Robe and the Ghost Lantern, the two Magic Artifacts that had been with him from the start, were indeed the most valuable treasures he possessed.
"Dear sister, if you could help me retrieve the missing parts of the Ghost Lantern, I, Yang Xiao, swear here that I will dig up the ancestral graves of those who hurt you and fiercely whip their corpses to avenge you!" Yang Xiao swore in his heart.
With the matter of the Ghost Lantern settled for now and after a brief rest, the old man asked Yang Xiao to take out fragments of the Daoist robe, which belonged to his senior brother. After his brother’s death, no one knew more about this Magic Artifact’s abilities and prowess than he did.
Under the old man’s guidance, Yang Xiao gained a deeper understanding of this Magic Artifact and became even more adept in its use.
In Yang Xiao, the old man seemed to see a glimpse of the days when he and his brother made their mark in the world of martial arts. Overwhelmed by a mix of feelings, through the thick veil, Yang Xiao saw the old man’s shoulders tremble slightly, as if suppressing the emotions within his heart.
"Mentor, don’t get too excited. I will come to see you and my two senior brothers often," Yang Xiao said as he put away the fragments of the Daoist robe and nodded to the old man.
"Back then, your senior brother was destroyed by the backlash from this Magic Artifact, which ruined our sect and harmed many disciples. The two of us roamed the martial arts world committing countless atrocities. Remember not to follow in the footsteps of your senior brother and me." The old man’s meaningful and heartfelt words echoed from behind the veil, mixed with a few sighs.
"I will heed Mentor’s decree!" Yang Xiao bowed respectfully.
"You are a person of the official sect, yet you possess several forbidden Magic Artifacts. Others may be manageable, but this horsetail whisk has long been infamous in the martial arts world."
"Tu Jingzhe, that boy who became a disciple of the Black Buddha Mother and was honored as one of the Three Buddha Heads, the White-clothed Buddha, committed evil deeds no less in number than your senior brother and me. He bears an even greater blood debt. If someone with a hidden agenda were to report you for this Magic Artifact, the Patrol Defense Office would certainly not tolerate your presence, and the consequences would be unpredictable," the old man warned with a grave tone.
"Mentor speaks rightly. I’ve also been worried about this matter." After obtaining the Ghost Duster, it had become a double-edged sword for Yang Xiao. While useful, its use meant clearing the area of all but his most trusted friends.
In a life and death battle, handling bystanders was extremely troublesome; those he couldn’t kill had to be captured first, their memories regarding the Ghost Duster erased with the Human Bone Staff before they could be released.
After a moment of silence, the old man behind the veil slowly exhaled a turbid breath, "Leave the horsetail whisk here, I will think of a solution for you."
"Mentor, do you have a way?" Yang Xiao was both alarmed and delighted.
"Come back in three days, and you will see whether it’s successful or not."
"Then I am much obliged to you, Mentor." Yang Xiao bowed deeply again, greatly relieved by this conversation which had long troubled him.
If someone else had made such a statement, Yang Xiao might have suspected them of trying to swindle his treasure, but not his mentor - there was simply no need.
Leaving the Ghost Duster behind, Yang Xiao left the hotel to find that it was nearly dawn. He hurried back to his residence. After inquiring from Ling Yanyu, he found out that Fu Qingzhu had already left. After a night of significant exertion and massive consumption of spiritual power, Yang Xiao skipped dinner and immediately went to sleep.
Having slept nearly the entire day, he woke up only as night fell. After a hearty breakfast, Yang Xiao dismissed everyone else and sat on a comfortable sofa. He took out the half-book from his backpack.
This book turned out to be more valuable than he had anticipated; just half of it was worth as much as a Fierce Grade Magic Artifact, and the full book would only be more valuable.
These were the collections of the Sect Master of the Resentment Sect. The book itself held little value; the valuable part was its contents, which mentioned a haunted Devil Monk’s Tomb.
To the present Yang Xiao, this book was of little use, but in the hands of those with ulterior motives, they could potentially unravel the mysteries detailed in the book bit by bit, finding the exact location of the Devil Monk’s Tomb and acquiring the High-Order Resentful Eye.
This was why the hotel was willing to pay a high price for this half-book; after all, the hotel was just a middleman. If they tried to sell the information inside directly, without any physical proof, it would likely be met with disbelief, so they needed to secure the book itself.
Recalling the stacks of ancient texts in the secret room, Yang Xiao took a deep breath. The Sect Master’s collection was undeniably extensive; most likely, other books also contained similar information. Known for cultivating Magic Artifacts, the Resentment Sect likely held clues to numerous high-level Magic Artifacts within these books.
