ah? The palace fighting system can also cultivate immortality

Chapter 217 Seizing the Dragon Vein

[Xinghe? Why haven't you come out for so long? Are you trapped in there? ]

The secret message from Lord Jianshan brought Du Xinghe back to his senses.

A chill ran from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

But when you think about it, it makes sense.

If one quantifies cultivation as treasure, finding a random excuse to confiscate the property and return it to the treasury is not uncommon since ancient times. Moreover, killing people to rob treasures is also a daily routine in the world of immortal cultivation. Since the same thing can happen in the Ten Thousand Swords Valley, why can't it happen in the Golden Palace? Is the latter more justifiable than the former?

Du Xinghe's body swayed, and she used Xue Ming as a staff to support herself and stand up straight.

It took no more than five seconds from the time Xu Siniang's memory fragmented to the time she came to her senses.

Sword Spirit: "Xinghe, are you okay?"

The sword spirit could not see what she felt, but when the sword practitioner's mind was disturbed, his natal sword would also sense it.

Hence this expression of concern.

"No problem."

Du Xinghe also used the secret voice transmission to reply to Jianshan Lord: [There is some miasma inside, don't worry, don't forget that I am still an alchemist. I am waiting for the anti-poison pill to take effect before exploring further. Have you found any mechanism outside? ]

She threw back a question to divert the other person's attention.

With the experience of the Wu clan being almost exterminated before, Du Xinghe was mentally prepared and not surprised that Emperor Xuan was not a good person.

She was dazed, but Xu Siniang's memory fragments also contained her cultivation insights as a sword cultivator. Compared with the pain and hatred of being killed by Xuan Chao, Du Xinghe cared more about the sword cultivation experience flowing through her heart, which was of great benefit to her.

Emperor Xuan’s comprehension is not good, but she is!

Isn't this simply a treasure land for absorbing the cultivation experience of predecessors?

Du Xinghe searched through the drawers one by one and put the items in the drawers into the storage ring. They were not very valuable magic tools or rare treasures. At most, they were tainted with some of the aura of the original owner and should not be taken away by the Xuan Kingdom as taxes. Besides, the Lord of Jianshan, who was in charge of the Forbidden Sea, was now also her servant. If the time came to a critical moment, she could directly order her to help conceal it.

Seeing that the items in the drawer were all ordinary, the sword spirit asked curiously, "Are you picking up junk?"

Du Xinghe paused and could only give a statement that all Chinese people would understand:

"It's all here."

After looting all the items in the dark room, Du Xinghe tried to explore inside.

When viewed from the outside, the golden dragon has a huge body and a long, curved belly, but when you are inside it, you can quickly see the end.

A wall blocked Du Xinghe's way.

Du Xinghe stopped for a moment and called out [Peek into the Emperor's Traces] again.

The compass slowly turned in her hand, still pointing forward.

Her pupils flashed slightly, and purple flowed in them, but the wall was still a wall, and she didn't see anything else.

Not an illusion.

There is no trace of protective formation either...

Shu Jiuqing had taught her some basic methods on how to identify whether there were any magic arrays around, so she followed his example and checked everywhere. After making sure there were no signs of fluctuations in spiritual energy, she pulled out Xue Ming.

Sword Spirit: "Hello?"

Sword Spirit: "Wait, this is also the Dragon Vein of Xuan Nation..."

Du Xinghe: "It's the dragon vein of Xuan Country. Cut it twice more as a gift to Emperor Xuan."

The sword spirit was speechless.

As the words fell, the long sword gathered spiritual light, the sword's radiance grew stronger, and the pressure almost tore the space apart. The surrounding objects were reflected on the sword's edge, and were cut into prismatic pieces, falling apart and then reorganizing.

——Not almost, her sword can actually cut through space.

"break!"

The surroundings were shaken with muffled sounds, and a huge sword mark appeared out of thin air in front of Du Xinghe, as if a long cut had been made under the original layer. Du Xinghe crossed the crack and walked deeper.

After crossing the crack, the air around me suddenly became cold.

Behind the crack, there was actually a small Buddhist temple.

It's not quite appropriate to call it a Buddhist hall, as there are no Buddha statues inside. It's just that Du Xinghe has only seen similar buildings in the Buddhist halls set up by the concubines in the harem. There are rows of jade candles on both sides of the hall, burning with light golden candlelight. As she arrived, the candlelight swayed gently, casting a very deep shadow on her face.

The palace was hung with long curtains embroidered with bright gold and silver threads, dotted with rare gems.

At this moment, Du Xinghe heard another breath.

She immediately held her breath and listened attentively.

Sure enough, the breathing sound was not her illusion, but real.

She walked quickly towards the source of the sound, but the heavy curtains became an obstacle and the jewels hit her face, causing her to scream painfully. So she lightly snapped her fingers, and all the embroidery in the palace shattered into pieces and turned into dust in the candlelight.

In the center of the temple, there is a brocade ball.

On top of the brocade ball is a young golden dragon less than half a meter long.

Du Xinghe’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Live?

When she came in, she sent out her spiritual sense to scan the area, but did not sense any other living creatures - the spiritual sense scan of a Yuanying master is not a life detector, and it does not rely on body temperature and breathing to identify, but the living beings carry a candle flame with them. Under the sweep of the Yuanying spiritual sense, the fire will have nowhere to hide. Unless the cultivation level is higher than hers, there is no way it can deceive her eyes.

Du Xinghe approached, with purple flowing in his pupils...

"No soul, but still breathing." She made a quick judgment.

This is equivalent to brain death in terms of fantasy concepts.

Brain death can be maintained for a period of time through medical treatment. If there is enough money and medical conditions, the deceased can even live decently for more than half a year. This is true for mortals, and immortal cultivators and some legendary creatures can live even longer.

The Qilin on Du Xinghe's arm slowly flowed: [Mother, I smell the breath of a dragon. ]

"How much do you know about dragons?"

In some of the spirit beast markets that Du Xinghe had visited, even those on Lihuo Island, only dragon-like spirit beasts were sold, but no real dragons.

Or, it is something she cannot access at this stage.

In many myths, the dragon has a complete evolutionary heritage. The dragon is in charge of rainfall, and rainfall has a vital impact on people's livelihoods. Therefore, people worship dragons, hoping for "good weather and good harvests". They also hold sacrifices in the hope that the dragon will bring clouds and rain.

However, the dragons of Xuan Kingdom are slightly different from the dragons in the traditional sense.

As a legendary spirit beast, Qilin has a deeper understanding of dragons through blood inheritance, but at this time he also showed a look of confusion: [This is a dragon born from the destiny of Xuan Kingdom. ]

——The dragon in the traditional sense paves the way for the divine right of kings, and the emperor is the true dragon son of heaven.

In other words, before he became emperor, there was already such a dragon.

He just happened to come down to earth to be the emperor of the people.

It does not come down to earth, it also flies in the sky.

But what Qilin described was exactly the opposite.

It is the condensation of this ancient country with a long history, transformed into substance, and even gave birth to life.

"It's been condensed for so long, but it's only this small?"

The huge dragon vein made of rare gold is more in line with Du Xinghe's imagination of the Xuan Dynasty.

[That... I don't know.] Qilin Shu said apologetically.

Du Xinghe would never blame it.

But she suddenly had a thought: "Will soul-searching work on it?"

[It's just a shell, without a soul, so it's useless.] Ye Qi hesitated: [Soul-searching is a recognized evil technique. I vaguely remember that my mother didn't learn it...]

Du Xinghe didn't know how to do it, but she believed that there must be props in the system mall to dig out people's memories.

"Then what use is this young dragon's body to me?"

She placed her hands on the cold and hard scales of the young dragon, thinking that if she didn't already have a defensive magic weapon made of basalt scales, she would be able to train this young dragon.

[Its soul is already dead, and the demise of its body is only a matter of time...] Ye Qi, who was even more compassionate, said in a low voice.

[You can give it to me! Give it to me! Give it to me!] Ning Lin’s voice suddenly rang out.

Du Xinghe’s hand paused.

This is not a bad option.

Qilin is loyal to her and has accompanied her through many life and death crises. Improving its strength is equivalent to improving her own.

But, isn't there any better use for this young dragon?

"I'll think about it, don't worry."

A large hand with distinct joints gripped its throat.

Just as she slowly tightened her grip, a gust of wind blew over, strong enough to blow a Jindan Zhenren away, but it only blew the ends of her hair.

Along with this gust of evil wind, there was also an angry male voice:

"You bold thief, how dare you set your sights on our Xuan Nation's True Dragon? Let go of your hand!"

Du Xinghe smiled: "Can a mere regret stop me?"

Amidst the chilling wind, a figure dressed in a dark black Taoist robe woven with gold appeared in the center of the temple. The man had black hair like silk, a graceful demeanor, and a whisk in his hand.

It is a pity that I could escape her divine scrutiny.

This person might have been more accomplished than her in his lifetime.

But after staying here for so many years, there is only so much I can do.

Facing Du Xinghe's question, the man became even more angry: "You don't know how important this dragon is to Xuan Nation. It has the power to destroy the world..."

"How can a body destroy the world?"

Du Xinghe tilted his head: "Is it possible to find its soul and put it back into its body?"

Faced with this questioning, the man remained silent.

Du Xinghe was surprised: "Really?"

She didn't doubt Xuan Guo's ability. He had mastered the secret technique of taking away other people's realm fortune. What else could he not do? But her eyes suddenly became gloomy: "Since it is so important, we can't keep it."

To weaken the enemy is to strengthen yourself.

The man was very anxious: "Wait, aren't you from Xuan country? If you want to make a profit, you can just take away other secret treasures in the dragon vein!"

"...Ah? How do you know I'm from Xuan Country?"

This is somewhat offensive.

But if you have to count, Du Xinghe's parents were indeed Xuan people who died at the hands of Emperor Xuan.

With such a hatred of extermination of the entire family, if you want to talk about friendship with her, you must at least clean up the royal family before you can talk about it.

The man just showed a smug look when Du Xinghe's eyes fell on his whisk. He thought for a moment and smiled, "Wait, are you Mi Fengzi?"

“I never thought that after so many years, there would still be younger generations who could recognize my Dao name.”

Mi Fengzi was even happier.

However, he was not happy for more than two seconds, because the madman in front of him took out a whisk from his storage ring that looked exactly like the one in his hand, and even had some of his aura. The smile froze on his face immediately: "You..."

He never let go of this whisk. Even if he failed to become an immortal in the future, he would definitely take it with him as a burial object.

It can be seen that this madman is also a hateful tomb robber!

It's ok to rob the tomb, but how come the younger generation secretly hid his burial objects! Didn't they learn that men and women should not touch each other? When he left this regret, he didn't even have a Taoist partner, and he had never even touched the hands of a female cultivator!

Mi Fengzi was both embarrassed and annoyed.