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The Five Poisons Yin Soul Soil was originally a product of coincidence, yet it was not weak in its ability to restrain magical artifacts. However, the number of pregnant women who died in anger was limited, which led many malicious Sorcerers to harm them, resulting in the prohibition of such treasures.
The only function of the Five Poisons Yin Soul Soil lies within the artifacts themselves. Typically, Righteous Path Sorcerers would nourish their artifacts with their own Inspiration, allowing them to be wielded effortlessly. However, artifacts tainted by Yin Soul Soil would lose their Inspiration, and some would even lose their abilities entirely.
Now, the Yin-Yang Sword had been sealed by this Yin Soul Soil for many years. Instead of losing its Inspiration, it absorbed the malevolent energy within the Yin Soul Soil. This left Xiao Yefeng feeling a bit troubled. At that moment, the Carefree Vitality Technique was continuously dispelling the Evil Qi. However, after years of merging with the sword's aura, Carefree Righteousness was gradually expelling it with difficulty, but at least it was showing some effect.
Time flowed like water, and before long, night fell. The vast plain was dotted with the sounds of insects that adorned the night. Xiao Yefeng still stood on the altar, with two massive dragons of Golden Cyan continuously entwined around the crimson soil. The visible crimson earth was slowly shedding, albeit at a sluggish pace, but Xiao Yefeng could still manage.
With both hands gripping spirit stones to restore his spiritual power, he had already accumulated two piles of spirit stone powder nearby, demonstrating the toll that expelling this Yin Soul Soil took on him.
"I've already used up two hundred spirit stones. When will I completely dispel this?" Xiao Yefeng looked at the large circle of Yin Soul Soil still enveloping the sword.
He casually released the crushed spirit stone powder from his hand and took out another spirit stone from the Tricolor Jade Ring to continue restoring his power. At this moment, Xiao Yefeng was also calculating time; based on his estimates, flights from Huaxia should be arriving soon—likely by noon tomorrow.
He still had the Soul Bell to retrieve. Xiao Yefeng had already made up his mind that if things were not resolved by then, he would take away the sword wrapped in Yin Soul Soil and deal with it slowly after returning to Huaxia. The key issue was that his communicator had been destroyed at Virgo Palace Master’s place; he hadn’t been able to contact Liu Yiyi since then, and his family must be worried sick by now.
Lost in thought, Xiao Yefeng suddenly felt a change in front of him as the two dragons formed from Carefree Righteousness roared in unison. The twin dragons exerted their strength together; suddenly, with a loud explosion, the Yin Soul Soil surrounding the sword shattered, revealing its true form amidst a cloud of smoke.
Under the swirling of the two dragons in gold and cyan, the night sky lit up. The dragons circled around the sword from either side before diving toward it. Instead of a catastrophic collision like a comet striking Earth, they plunged directly into the sword itself. The sword shimmered with Golden Cyan Light as it descended from the night sky. Xiao Yefeng extended his hands to catch the falling blade.
At that moment, the true form of the sword appeared before Xiao Yefeng—less than four feet long overall—with an eight-inch hilt that bore minimal embellishment. The round hilt featured concentric circles of patterns and an inwardly curved design. The hilt guard was covered in numerous Talisman markings. Below it lay an ancient red wooden sheath embedded with a thin iron band; like the hilt guard, various Talismans were intricately carved onto its surface. Just a glance revealed Talismans for Demon Slaying Curse and Killing Curse favored by Wu Kui, as well as Divine Weapon Spell unique to the Xiao Family and several other Talismans.
Moreover, these irregularly arranged Talismans could be combined for use; they could be employed horizontally or vertically. Xiao Yefeng found it hard to imagine what would happen if this sword were infused with Qi.
Although it had not been drawn, just the sword sheath alone made Xiao Yefeng believe it could suppress the fortunes of an entire realm. The engravings of the talismans on it were something he knew he could never replicate, indicating the level of power his ancestors possessed when forging this magical sword.
With his left hand gripping the sheath, he drew the hilt with his right. The sound of metal clashing echoed as the sword was unsheathed. Under the bright moonlight, the silver rays illuminated the blade, which was as translucent as ice and jade. A chill emanated from it, contrasting beautifully with the ancient craftsmanship and the tiny talismans engraved along its length. From the hilt to the tip, countless talismans seemed to challenge Xiao Yefeng's Observer's Eye, which had evolved several times.
On a section of the blade no larger than a thumbprint, there were at least a thousand talismans, and both sides of the blade were similarly adorned. As he infused a trace of Primordial Qi into it, Qi surged throughout the blade, illuminating each talisman. The talismans sparkled like stars, reflecting the moonlight above and the sword's glow below. Holding the magical sword, Xiao Yefeng found it hard to contain his excitement.
Gripping the hilt, Xiao Yefeng began practicing his sword techniques under the moonlight. The sword light flowed like a waterfall as he executed simple thrusts and slashes—ordinary moves that transformed into something extraordinary in his hands. Xiao Sifei and several tribal leaders had already been awakened by the spectacle of dual dragons shining brightly moments ago. Now, they stood mesmerized by Xiao Yefeng's figure under the moonlight.
Each time Xiao Yefeng wielded his sword, two figures—a golden Divine General and a blue Sword Immortal—appeared behind him in harmony. The Divine General exuded majesty while the Sword Immortal appeared ethereal and graceful. The techniques were grand yet intricate; for a moment, those watching believed a deity had descended, immediately bowing in reverence to Xiao Yefeng.
At that moment, Xiao Yefeng was completely absorbed in his practice, entering a state of unity between mind and body. With every swing of his long sword, the Yin-Yang Sword further fused with him. Finally, as his movements reached their climax, an explosion of Inspiration erupted from the sword. The twin dragons that had already entered its body soared out once more, spiraling around Xiao Yefeng before transforming into golden and azure Inspirations that rained down.
In that instant, Xiao Yefeng halted his technique, reversing his grip on the hilt and pointing the sword towards the ground. At that moment, the two figures behind him dissolved into light and vanished into thin air while the scattered Inspirations gradually flowed back into him. Finally returning to him after sheathing his sword, Xiao Yefeng gazed excitedly at it.
"Congratulations, Wind!" Xiao Sifei said with a smile upon seeing him still.
"Indeed! I never expected that after being stimulated by Yin Soul Soil, the magical sword would undergo such changes without affecting its abilities. Instead, it has enhanced its capacity to counter Yin Soul Malevolence! And this fusion with Carefree Righteousness has gone so smoothly!" As Xiao Yefeng waved the hilt in excitement, he noticed that the tip of his sword traced out a tangible character resembling 'Xiao' in mid-air.
He then waved his hand to disperse the character formed by sword energy before sheathing it again and wiping it down repeatedly. His joy and affection for it were evident. At this moment, Alu had driven away other tribal leaders; only Xiao Sifei, Xiao Yefeng, Alu, and Sophia remained.
"Wind, there's some bad news I have to tell you at this moment!" After furrowing her brow slightly, Xiao Sifei spoke up.
Xiao Yefeng was still reveling in the power of Yin-Yang Sword when he heard her words and froze momentarily. Clearly, whatever news could prompt such a serious tone from her must be related to something he had entrusted her with!
“Soul Bell is missing!” Xiao Sifei said in a low voice.
As expected! Xiao Yefeng put away his sword and immediately began to converse with Xiao Sifei. The situation was indeed as he had guessed; the Soul Bell, which should have been in another tribe, was gone!
Moreover, it had disappeared over a decade ago. That tribe had been maintaining the facade that the bell was still there for the sake of face. Through Xiao Sifei's translation, Xiao Yefeng inquired with a member of that tribe, who, despite being in a tribe where the average age was only in their fifties, had lived into his seventies. This person was the guard from the tribe where the Soul Bell had been lost.
According to him, under the influence of a chilling wind and the Clear Sky Thunderbolt, the divine bell worn around the neck of the chieftain had vanished in an instant. At the same time, the chieftain had met a tragic end, having his throat slit. This incident was regarded as divine wrath at that time and thus was kept hidden.
With all this information, Xiao Yefeng used the Seven Star Needle, Bagua Mirror, and Yin-Yang Sword as guides, hoping to discern the whereabouts of the Soul Bell through the Bagua Mirror. However, just as a thin mist began to rise on the mirror's surface and an image was about to appear, suddenly, the yin-yang Yin-Yang Fish behind the Bagua Mirror began to spin rapidly, causing the image on the mirror to vanish instantly, leaving only a grayish-white haze.
“Someone is using spiritual power to interfere with my divination regarding the Soul Bell! It seems that it has fallen into the hands of a formidable peer!” Xiao Yefeng lamented. He then activated his Tricolor Jade Ring, retracting all his mirror needles and swords.
Clearly, it was now impossible to ascertain who that person was. At this moment, Xiao Yefeng's body had transformed most of its True Spirit into Primordial Qi. Just moments ago, he had used Primordial Energy to activate the Bagua Mirror for divination, but it had still been blocked by someone else. It was evident that this individual was also a Peak Level Geomancer.
Since the Soul Bell was in the hands of a Geomancer, it would inevitably lead to an encounter in the future. Whether they would be friends or foes, whether it would be a matter of seizing or sharing would depend on fate. Given that there was already little Earth Spirit Energy, it would be unwise to waste such hard-to-recover Primordial Qi over temporary pride; it simply didn’t make sense.
Thus, Xiao Yefeng decided to abandon his divination regarding the Soul Bell. By this time, it was getting late; an aircraft from the Metaphysics Society, responding to Xiao Yefeng's distress signal, had already arrived. He boarded a special flight back to Huaxia along with Wind and Thunder Envoys and Sophia. Originally, Xiao Yefeng intended to bring Xiao Sifei back with him since she was his only remaining family.
However, despite her injuries healing significantly, Xiao Sifei refused to leave. She could not part from this grassland that had nurtured her. As they bid farewell, all she hoped for was that Xiao Yefeng could help her find her son, Xiao Wenxin, and that grandson who existed only in divination.
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