Chapter 553: Get a Divine Artifact from dig 553?
No matter how good an alchemy artifact is, it’s useless without the opportunity to utilize it. Take Qu Fengting, for example, although he carried an alchemy artifact that allowed him to ride the wind, facing a top-tier master like Xia Youchen, he still couldn’t make any moves, not even having the chance to escape.
In comparison, Absolute Defense is much more useful.
Moreover, what Mu Hanyan was most concerned about were the unknown enemies lurking in the shadows; nobody knew when another black-clothed assassin with astonishing strength might appear. Having such a divine artifact would undoubtedly add one more chance to survive.
"Alright, that’s the one," Mu Hanyan said without hesitation.
"Please wait a moment. I’ll fetch it for you," Pang Dezong said.
"You don’t carry such an important divine artifact with you?" Mu Hanyan looked at Pang Dezong curiously.
"You’ll understand in a moment." Pang Dezong didn’t explain much and turned to leave the tent.
Zhao Sinin glanced at Pang Dezong with confusion and followed him out, puzzled.
"Uncle Master, are you really going to give him the Cangxuan Cloud Silk? That’s the culmination of our ancestor’s lifelong efforts," Zhao Sinin said anxiously to Pang Dezong as soon as they left the tent.
He had heard of the Cangxuan Cloud Silk, but since Pang Dezong guarded it so closely, he had not seen the actual artifact. The thought of Mu Hanyan getting such a big advantage naturally made him resentful.
"So what if I give it to him? Do you think just anyone is qualified to use the Cangxuan Cloud Silk? The one your master refined is actually incomplete. It can only be used by borrowing strength forcibly. Even with my Sword Saint strength, it is extremely difficult to use. Do you think Mu Hanyan can really handle it? If he earnestly practices cultivation and waits until he has the strength to use it, that would be fine. But if he rashly uses it without sufficient power, he might even endanger his life," Pang Dezong said with a cold laugh.
After all these years, it was the first time he had been manipulated to such a degree; how could he swallow that grievance? Handing over the Cangxuan Cloud Silk to Mu Hanyan was certainly not out of goodwill.
"So that’s the case. Master has thought things through," Zhao Sinin realized, a cold smile also appearing on his lips. Compared to Pang Dezong, he wished for Mu Hanyan’s death even more.
Mu Hanyan did not have to wait very long; in less than half a moment, Pang Dezong returned to the tent, carrying a box made of refined iron.
Only then did Mu Hanyan understand why he didn’t carry it with him. The iron box was almost the height of a person. If it were someone else, even carrying it on their back would be cumbersome.
Of course, for someone with Pang Dezong’s strength, lifting it was easy, but it wouldn’t be fitting for a Holy Sword Master to be running around with a big iron box all the time.
Upon closer inspection, the box clearly had some years on it. Its dark surface was worn, revealing the color of the dark gold and mysterious silver underneath, and it was carved with intricate patterns and mysterious texts. Not to mention what was inside, the box itself might have been refined using alchemy.
Mu Hanyan’s guess was not wrong. As Pang Dezong set the large iron box before Mu Hanyan, he didn’t waste words and directly cast a series of hand formations.
The patterns and texts on the box suddenly flickered with brilliant light; with a "click," the box opened to reveal yet another box inside, even more exquisitely refined, with even denser and more intricate patterns and texts.
Pang Dezong let out a breath, rested briefly, and then executed another set of hand formations.
It was apparent that these hand formations were very taxing; even Pang Dezong’s forehead was covered with a fine sheen of sweat.