Chapter 271 - Mysterious Cloak

The brass tower was so conspicuous that it not only attracted Lin Xuan and his two companions, but also many disciples from other forces.

The appearance of Lin Xuan undoubtedly caused a great stir, and many martial artists scattered like frightened birds, hiding.

Others looked at him with faces full of reverence.

The news of Lin Xuan having killed four great masters had spread among all forces, and most martial artists deemed him an absolutely ruthless man, not to be provoked unless absolutely necessary.

Leng Yidao and the Ice and Snow Fairy once again showed their astonishment; they followed by Lin Xuan’s side, watching the crowd dispersing on both sides, and couldn’t help but sigh.

Ahead, the heavy brass doors intersected, revealing a crack.

On the stone gate above, various images and texts were carved, seemingly telling a story, but the traces had all become very dim.

“Time is truly heartless!

It can grind away all that is powerful,” Lin Xuan sighed and walked in.

The three paused briefly before entering the brass doors, and long after they had gone in, others quickly followed.

Inside, it was dim, but this was not a problem for Lin Xuan and his companions.

Racing up the spiral staircase, Lin Xuan’s brow gradually furrowed.

“This aura…

Could someone have been here before?” he couldn’t help but speed up his pace.

After ascending about a dozen flights of stairs, Lin Xuan and his companions finally reached a grand hall where a majestic statue stood, looking down as if it were an absolute strongman, commanding the four directions.

“This stone statue is quite similar to the one in the Blood-colored Trial Land,” Lin Xuan remarked in surprise, a hint of excitement in his heart.

It was indeed the statue from the Blood-colored Trial Land that had imparted to him the Wind Emperor’s Sword.

Leng Yidao and the Ice and Snow Fairy, too, looked at the statue with surprise, feeling a pressure coming from their souls.

“Merely a statue, and yet I can’t breathe; what place is this!” Leng Yidao’s forehead sweated.

Lin Xuan’s eyes flickered; he carefully examined the surroundings and even used the Futu Order to try to communicate, but nothing unusual happened.

“There are footprints on the ground; someone has been here!” Lin Xuan’s pupils shrank as he discovered some clues.

“Let’s keep moving, go up and see!”

“Brother Lin, I want to comprehend something here for a moment,” Leng Yidao said.

“Alright,” Lin Xuan was not insistent.

He proceeded alone quickly and finally, after reaching dozens of floors, sensed the presence of others.

Above was a spacious hall, a hundred meters wide, with many martial artists standing insider, their aura surging like tides.

“It’s the Black Wind Sect!” Lin Xuan recognized the attire of those people and a cautious look crossed his eyes.

However, he did not see Ling Fengzi among them; presumably, he must have gone elsewhere.

Lin Xuan had not seen another group of people before, but judging from their aura and demeanor, they did not seem to fear the Black Wind Sect.

The two groups confronted each other, surrounding a stone statue.

In the hall, the atmosphere was extremely heavy, suffocating everyone.

“It looks like there’s definitely a treasure,” Lin Xuan’s eyes slightly squinted.

“I really want to know what their faces would look like if their item was stolen.”

Lord of Wine chuckled lightly, “It seems you already have a plan; I look forward to your performance!”

Lin Xuan’s lips curled up slightly, and his body, like a civet cat, quietly flew out, completely silent throughout the process as his aura was also entirely concealed.

His gaze flickered as Lin Xuan looked ahead.

There were many stone statues, one of which, the size of an ordinary person, was draped in a cloak.

“They must be fighting over that cloak,” Lord of Wine slowly said.

“Cloak?” Lin Xuan’s eyes narrowed slightly as he looked toward the encircling stone statue.

The black cloak, as dark as thick ink, was adorned with dark red patterns and exuded an unusual aura.

“This should be an auxiliary type treasure, and its grade is at least top Xuan-grade,” Lord of Wine communicated telepathically.

“Top Xuan-grade!” Lin Xuan’s heart trembled violently.

Even a true Soul Fusion Realm expert would be tempted, no wonder the atmosphere was so tense.

“We absolutely cannot let the people of the Black Wind Sect get their hands on this treasure!” Lin Xuan thought, harboring enmity with the Black Wind Sect, a fierce battle was bound to occur in the future, and such a treasure would play a decisive role.

With this item, even facing Ling Fengzi would increase his odds of winning.

This item should be a Wind Attribute treasure, which would also aid you in comprehending the Wind Emperor’s Sword, Lord of Wine slowly said.

Lin Xuan’s eyes lit up, then there was even more reason not to let the Black Wind Sect have it!

He also noticed that the Wind Aura within his body was restless as if excited.

Adjusting his mindset, Lin Xuan patiently lay in ambush, planning to strike at a critical moment.

Ahead in the hall, the people of the Black Wind Sect were confronting another group, looking quite unfriendly.

“Bai Ling, think carefully about the consequences of waging war against our Black Wind Sect!” a martial artist with a scar on his face said.

His name was Du Fei, his cultivation had reached the Half-step Melt Spirit level, and since Ling Fengzi was not present, he was now one of the leaders.

“What about the Black Wind Sect?

Think you’re all that impressive?” The beautiful woman opposite him, Yanran, smiled sweetly, “Others may fear you, but we certainly do not.”

“Moreover, everything here belongs to no one, naturally only those with strength deserve to possess them!”

“People with strength possess it?” Du Fei scoffed coldly, “We broke the prohibition, and now you come out to interfere, don’t you find that ridiculous?”

“This kind of thing, hasn’t your Black Wind Sect done it plenty?” Bai Ling chuckled covering her mouth, “I’m merely learning from you.”

“Of course, compared to being shameless, I’m far from your equal.”

“This cloak clearly belongs to a Wind Attribute treasure, it complements the cultivation technique of our Black Wind Sect, why not be generous, Miss Bai?

Being benevolent is a virtue after all,” another martial artist named Ning Shan said.

“Bullshit!

As if only your Black Wind Sect cultivates the Wind Attribute?

I’ve also recently practiced a Wind Attribute Martial Arts, why not let me have it?” Bai Ling raised an eyebrow sharply.

“Why waste words with her, take them down directly!” Du Fei’s expression darkened, revealing a killing aura.

“Block them!

I’ll go get the treasure!”

At Du Fei’s command, dozens of martial artists behind him drew their swords and sabers, their aura surging like a tsunami, slashing towards the Yuhua Sect people.

“Looking for death!” Bai Ling shouted delicately, her body transformed into a flash of white light charging at Du Fei, while her followers confronted the disciples from the Black Wind Sect.

Boom!

Spiritual Power surged in the air, and explosions occurred instantly, fortunately, the brass hall was extremely sturdy and suffered no damage.

Dozens fought fiercely together, but Lin Xuan didn’t pay much attention; his focus remained on Du Fei and Bai Ling.

“Ling Fengzi isn’t here, and you lot dare to be presumptuous?” Bai Ling shouted, a white silk ribbon flying from her body, transforming into a terrifying silver streamer.

Like the Milky Way hanging upside down, the air vibrated, rippling and spreading in all directions.

“Jade Flower Thousand Waves Hand!”

Bai Ling stepped on the streamer, her Jade Hand waving through the air, like a butterfly flitting between flowers.

The terrifying Spiritual Power swirled, arms like jade lotuses appeared in the air, lunging at Du Fei.