Chapter 23: Mandarin Ducks and Jade Pendants Each Hold Half

  Yang Le arrived at the spiritual energy convergence center of the small island amidst thunder and lightning, only to find that it was an ordinary valley with two people already waiting there.

  A woman in white clothing with a veil, giving off an icy chill that repels people from afar. The torrential rain falling within a ten-meter radius around her instantly freezes into frost and falls to the ground.

  A young man in white clothes, his entire figure floating in the air as if drifting aimlessly, seemed to be about to ride the wind away. When the raindrops were about to fall on him, whirlwinds blew by, and not a drop of rain touched him.

  The two men and women faced another competitor, frowning slightly. However, they didn't say anything. Yang Le looked at the handsome man and beautiful woman's elegant appearance, then looked down at his own golden light shield, feeling a bit old-fashioned, arrogant, and lacking in taste.

  Yang Le hastily removed the light cover, secretly pinching the water avoidance seal, and countless raindrops fell within Yang Le's range, falling down one after another.

  At this time, the valley in the eye of the storm swallowed countless innate spiritual energies and suddenly stopped. Two jade pendants emitting intense treasure light shot straight into the sky, wanting to escape.

  Congenital Spiritual Treasure, at least a medium-grade Congenital Spiritual Treasure. Three people stared intently at the two jade pendants, all wanting to get their hands on them.

  Yang Le and the white-clothed woman and the plain-white youth acted simultaneously, a golden hundred-zhang giant hand, an icy ling band, and a wind dragon rushed towards those two jade pendants.

  Gigantic hands, icy halos and wind dragons collided, a deafening crash shook the sky, fierce gusts raged, shaking open the dark clouds in the high altitude, rays of sunlight shot down.

  The two jade pendants were scattered, one east and one west, disappearing into the sky. The woman in white chased after the eastern pendant, so Yang Le had no choice but to chase after the other pendant with a young man wearing a plain white robe.

  Yang Le disappeared in an instant, only to reappear beside the jade pendant. Just as he was about to grab it, a fierce gust of wind swept by, carrying the pendant away. Yang Le's illusory body flashed once more, and he appeared a thousand miles away, intercepting the whirlwind.

  The whirlwind dissipated, revealing a young man in white clothes. Yang Le was unable to bring himself to lay a hand on the beauty, but he had no such qualms about the youth.

  Yang Le faced the young man who was skilled in wind manipulation, and also showed the witch tribe's combat extreme speed. In mid-air, they engaged in a fierce hand-to-hand combat, with only the sounds of "bang bang" constantly ringing in one's ears. The two seemed to disappear into the entire sky and earth, leaving behind only the continuous explosive sounds that rumbled like thunder, with energy bursting out in all directions, wild winds raging, and waves being torn apart, creating huge chasms.

  Yang Le relied on the fighting will and skills inherited from the Wu tribe, as well as his strong and abnormal physique, to fight against the youth in white clothes. As they fought, their movements became more and more fluid, with each move becoming smoother and more rounded, gradually showing a changing trend.

  Yang Le was excitedly fighting, when the young man in front of him suddenly disappeared and reappeared a hundred miles away. However, that young man no longer had the same elegance and handsomeness as before, but instead had a blue nose and swollen face, tattered clothes, and red and swollen hands. It's just unknown how many internal injuries he has.

  The young beggar's face changed color in an instant, with shock, anger, and even shame.

  Suddenly, the young man's hand flashed, and a divine sword of the Lingbao level appeared. Holding the divine sword, he swung it at Yang Le, who still came forward with his bare fists. "Ding ding dong", the divine sword chopped onto Yang Le's body, splashing countless sparks, while Yang Le's fists pounded on the divine sword, causing the young man's hand to shake so hard that he almost couldn't hold onto the sword.

  After achieving the Pangu Bloodline, Yang Le's physical body underwent another refinement, its hardness surpassing that of before, infinitely close to a Great Witch's true form. As for his power as a witch, it was capable of moving mountains and overturning seas, boundless and endless.

  Yang Le suddenly saw the woman in white appear not far away, obviously wanting to take advantage of the opportunity to seize this congenital spiritual treasure again. From their gaze, it was clear that this was a pair of congenital spiritual treasures, and together they had an incredibly powerful force. Using one alone would definitely greatly discount its power.

  Yang Le knew he couldn't delay any longer, let out a loud roar, and revealed his true form as the Hundred Million Zhang Yu Wu. Taking advantage of the white-clothed woman's and young man's astonished expressions, he swung his enormous fist, which was as big as a small mountain, at the young man.

  Just as the fist, which was as big as a small mountain, was about to smash into the young man's body, a divine temple of the Lingbao class suddenly emerged and expanded in size. With a loud "boom", the temple instantly cracked with fine cracks all over its surface. The temple let out a mournful cry before shrinking back into the young man's body.

  "Pffft", a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out, the young man's spiritual treasure was damaged, his mind and spirit were wounded.

  Yang Le took advantage of the young man's momentary distraction due to his injury, and with a swift movement, he appeared beside him, grabbing the pre-heavenly spiritual treasure, the Mandarin Duck Jade Pendant, which had not been refined and could not be stored in space. In an instant, he was already thousands of miles away, then he exerted all his strength to fly through the air, disappearing into the vast sky with a whooshing sound. Two stunned white-clad women and the young man dressed as a beggar were left behind.

  The beggar-like young man's divine power surged for a moment, and then he immediately returned to his original handsome and elegant appearance, only with a slightly embarrassed expression.

  He said to the woman in white, "Congratulations to Chu Luan Shennü for obtaining the Pre-Heaven Spirit Treasure. However, I'm sure you know that this is a pair of Pre-Heaven Spirit Treasures. If we had joined forces earlier, we would have been able to withstand that evil thief. As long as I can obtain that Pre-Heaven Spirit Treasure, I am willing to offer it to you with both hands."

  "What a pity, letting that scoundrel get away."

  Chu Lan's face was solemn as he said to the young man: "Feng Qingyang is a powerful opponent, I'm afraid that even if we join forces, we may not be his match."

  The young man known as Feng Qingyang looked surprised and said, "No way! He was just relying on his indestructible body to fight recklessly, I didn't notice his move for a moment!"

  Chu Luan, the goddess, shook her head and said: "As far as I know, in the current Honghuang, neither our divine tribe nor the Western demon tribe or those demonic tribes have a fighting style like his. The last blow he made was not transformed by the law of divine communication, but was actually made with his physical body."

  "But even if it were a powerful and robust demon clan, compared to this, it would be as different as heaven and earth."

  Chu Lan shook her head, and with her insight, she couldn't tell which category he belonged to. In the vast expanse of the Primordial Chaos, no one had ever discovered a cultivator who cultivated their physical body; whether they were gods, demons, or demonic beasts, they all used divine laws or treasures to fight.

  Feng Qingyang couldn't help but think of that earth-shattering punch from earlier, and his heart felt a chill. Just thinking about it was terrifying.

  "And another thing, I saw that godly friend of yours didn't use his full strength earlier, and he hasn't given up on you yet."

  Feng Qingyang also sighed, "Moreover, his technique is very mysterious. In my domain of wind, I can say that I have unmatched speed, comparable to teleportation. And the opponent cannot use any divine power. Who knows how he managed to chase me every time, making me jump up and down."

  ……

  On the other hand, Yang Le escaped for thousands of miles and found that no one was chasing after him. He couldn't help but put his mind at ease, playing with the pre-heavenly spiritual treasure, the Mandarin Duck Jade Pendant, in his hand. His mood involuntarily rose, it seemed that there were still many treasures to be discovered in the Desolate Expanse. So he called out to Baiyun and continued his leisurely journey.