Chapter 8: The Three Treasures (Part 2)

  Hai Long's face slightly contorted, and he said angrily: "Dead fatty, you're bullying me." He glared fiercely at his master in front of him. Hai Long knew that this was something he had brought upon himself, and from any angle, it couldn't be blamed on Dao Ming Zhen. In a huff, he said: "I won't lose, just wait and see. Once I reach the peak within a hundred years, the first thing I'll have you do is to lie down on the ground and learn two pig calls, then become my little brother."

  Daming Zhenren didn't get angry at all, and smiled: "Alright! As long as you can do it, I'll definitely keep my word. However, there's one thing I need to make clear - reaching the peak in your dreams doesn't count, haha, hahaha!"

  "You—" The Sea Dragon's anger flared up, but he also knew that he had no way to deal with the fat man in front of him, whose cultivation was unknown how many times higher than his own. He could only say hatefully: "Fine, let's wait and see."

  Dao Ming Zhen Ren smiled and said, "Phlegm bucket! In the past few years, I have figured out one thing, which is also a good way to resolve my heart's resentment. Since you are my disciple's grandson, I will pass it on to you."

  "What's the solution?"

  "First learn not to get angry, then learn to kill with anger. Heh heh, kid, you're still too tender to fight me."

  After listening to Dao Ming's words, Hai Long only felt that the blood in his chest was churning, and now he finally understood why Dao Ming Zhen Ren had spat out blood back then.

  Daoming patted Hailong's shoulder, his face turned serious, and he said solemnly: "Alright, let's consider the matter of my spitting blood avenged. From now on, there is no more grudge between us. You and I only need to do our own duties. I am your master who teaches you the way, and you are my second-generation disciple. Although our sect treats disciples relatively leniently, you still can't do anything too outrageous. Like last time when you blasphemed against the revered Xiaoyao Daoist, it is absolutely not allowed to happen again." A hint of fear flashed across his face, and Daoming said helplessly: "To be honest, I really admire your audacity. You dare to be presumptuous towards someone as revered as Xiaoyao Daoist, I don't know if you're brave or foolish."

  Listening to Dao Ming's words, Hai Long felt a strange feeling rising in his heart, and he thought of the ethereal face of Piao Miao Dao Zun, who was infatuated with him. Subconsciously, he said: "What I said is all true! Piao Miao Dao Zun is indeed very beautiful, not at all like an old lady over 2,000 years old."

  Dào Míng's face turned slightly red with anger, "You were just talking about yourself, and yet you've made the same mistake again. Xiāo Miǎo is a revered deity with immense power, even our Sect Master has to show her some respect. You're the first one who dares to speak to her in such a flippant manner. I reckon it was only because your ancestors felt it was novel that they let you off the hook last time. If something like this happens again, you'll be in danger. Don't think that the little iron rod Elder Qián gave you can always save you."

  "Hai Long said somewhat impatiently: 'Alright, alright. I won't speak carelessly from now on.'"

  Dào Míng smiled and said: "Tán Yǔ, you are after all my disciple's grandson. Now that you have already reached the initial stage of Fú Hǔ's cultivation, although the Seven Refinements Sword is very good, you still can't wield it now. I'll give you a few things to protect yourself with, lest some people say I'm not kind." His hand pinched a spell seal, and in the wrapping of his spiritual power, three balls of light - blue, red, and white - floated before Hǎi Lóng's face.

  Hailong looked excitedly at the three clusters of light in front of him, his interest greatly increased, and he hastily asked: "Master, what are these things?"

  Dàomíng zhēnrén shōu huí sī xiǎo, qīng hē yī shēng, "xiàn xíng." Bāoguǒ zài wài de qīngsè fǎlì yī zhǎn jì shōu. Sān jiàn fǎ bǎo xiàn chū le zhēnróng. Hǎilóng dìng jīng kàn qù, zhǐ jiàn nà fēn bié shì yī gè lán sè de xiàng huán, yī gè xiǎo qiǎo de hóng sè bā guà hé yī zhī diāo kè jīng zhì de bái sè xiǎo lóng. Xīn jí de hǎilóng shēn shǒu qù zhuā, dàn què bèi yī gǔ mián ruǎn de qì liú dǎng zài wài, wú fǎ yuè léi chí yī bù.

  Dào Míng smiled and said, "You young man also have a moment of urgency. Don't rush to take them, I'll explain each one to you. These three magical instruments were specially prepared by me according to your current cultivation level. They all belong to spiritual instruments, the best part is that they don't require too strong magical power to activate. This blue-colored necklace is called Star Blue Ring, the red eight trigrams are Demon Extinguishing Mirror, and this white small dragon has the highest quality, even surpassing Seven Repair Sword, named Illusory Dragon."

  Dàomíng zhēnrén pàng shǒu yī huì, nà lán sè de xiàng juān yǐjīng zài le hǎi lóng de bózi, yī gǔ bīng liáng de qì liú shèn rù hǎi lóng shēntǐ, xūn kè jiān tóng tā zìshēn de fǎlì jiéhé zài yīqǐ, shǐ tā shén zhì yī qīng. Fǔ mó zhe xīng lán huàn guāng hù de biǎo miàn, hǎi lóng wèn dào: "Shī zǔ, zhè shì gàn shénme yòng de?"

  "I'm giving you these three artifacts, which are different from the flying sword. Each of them has a built-in array that can absorb spiritual energy from heaven and earth to supplement its own deficiencies. You only need to use your own magical power to activate it, and it will exert its proper effect. This is a defensive artifact, when you activate it, it can generate a set of star-blue armor. As long as the opponent's attack cannot directly damage it, the armor can protect you from harm, making you immune to injury. You can try it out, just input your magical power into it."

  Hailong nodded excitedly, and with the urging of his thoughts, a much stronger heat than before rose up from within him, flowing into the Star Blue Ring through his meridians. The blue light suddenly burst forth, and Hailong clearly felt that icy coolness spread throughout his body in an instant, his vision blurring for a moment as if something had been added to his body.

  Dao Ming Zhen Ren smiled slightly, his right hand raised, and a spell decision was struck out of thin air. The air rippled like water waves, and a bright mirror appeared in front of the Sea Dragon. The Sea Dragon looked into the mirror and thought in surprise, "Is this still myself?" In the mirror, there was a handsome young man with black long hair draped over his shoulders, a face as white as jade, a nose like a hanging gallbladder, and a pair of phoenix eyes revealing a hint of divine light. The young man's body was clad in a complex full-body armor that shone brightly, its quality resembling blue crystal and looking exceptionally luxurious. The armor covered every part of his body, with the shoulders slightly protruding to both sides, and the diamond-shaped scales tightly joined together, highlighting the young man's slender figure, majestic and extraordinary.

  "Hai Long said dazedly: 'Master, the handsome and elegant, refined and dignified, majestic and powerful, and charming person in the mirror who looks like a god descending to earth... could it be, could it really be me?'"

  Daming Zhenren covered his stomach and started coughing violently, his chubby face turning bright red. The mirror condensed from the law naturally disappeared. Hailong was startled and laughed: "Master, what's wrong with you? Won't you go crazy?"

  "Shut up. You little brat, I'm doing you a favor. I've never met anyone as shameless as you. If you say something like that again, I'll take back the other two treasures."

  "No, no, no. Master Ancestor, I know I was wrong. You are so wise and powerful, you will definitely ascend to the Immortal Path within a hundred years, how could you be reluctant to part with these few trivial low-grade magical artifacts?"

  Dàomíng zhēnrén hū le yī shēng, dào: "Nǐ xiǎo zǐ, fān liǎn bǐ fān shū hái kuài. Nǐ gěi wǒ tīng jǐn le. Zhè xīng lán kǎi kě bù shì wàn néng de. Jīn hòu nǐ wúlùn zuò shénme dōu yào shōu liǎn yīxiē, yàoshì zhāo rěn le bù gāi zhāo rěn de rén, yǒu nǐ hǎo shòu de. Zhǐyào duìfāng xiū fè chāo guò nǐ yī、liǎng gè jìngjiè, jiù néng qīngyì de tūpò zhè jiàn kǎi jiǎ de fángyù, zhì nǐ yú sǐ dì."

  "It doesn't matter. With a cool appearance like this, it's enough. When I find my Dao partner in the future, if I wear this, won't I be invincible?"

  Dào Míng Zhen Rén hummed and said, "I've said it before, the combination of a true cultivator is mainly on the spiritual level. If you don't have profound cultivation and good conduct, ghosts won't follow you." His face changed, and Dào Míng suddenly became devout, repeatedly saying, "Ancestor above, please forgive your disciple's reckless words."

  Hailong didn't bother to respond to Daoming Zhenren's words, and instead fondled the star-blue armor on his body excitedly. Although the armor looked very solid, it didn't affect his joint movements at all, and the most peculiar thing was that it had no weight, just like wearing ordinary clothes. "Master ancestor, hit me once, quickly hit me once, let me feel the power of this treasure armor."

  Dào Míng's face revealed a hint of strange expression, and he muttered: "This is what you made me hit?"

  Hai Long was still immersed in excitement and didn't notice the change in Dao Ming's expression. Dao said somewhat impatiently, "It's me who let you hit, come on."

  Dàomíng zhēnrén hēi hēi yī xiào, shēn chū pú zhǎn bān de dà shǒu xiàng hǎilóng huì qù. Dùn shí yī gè qīng sè de shǒu zhǎng xíng tài guāng yǐng piāo ér chū, guāng yǐng zài kōng zhōng bù duàn de fàng dà, dāng hǎilóng jīng jué tái tóu shí yǐjīng dào le miàn qián. "Hōng." Hǎilóng quán shēn jù zhèn, shēntǐ bèi qiángdà de chōngjí lì hōng de rù rán hòu fēi, zhuàng suì le fáng mén zhíjiē diē luò dào mó yún píng shàng, dùn shí diē le gè huī tóu tǔ liǎn, quán shēn de jīn gǔ bù duàn chuán lái de jù liè de téng tòng. Shēn shàng lán guāng yī shǎn, xīng lán kǎi yǐjīng xiāo shī le.

  He perfectly grasped the degree of force needed, reaching the limit that the Star Blue Armor could withstand without causing it any damage.

  The dragon roared in pain and angrily shouted: "You damned fatty, how dare you strike me with such a heavy hand!"

  Dao Ming's chubby face wore a smile as he floated down beside the Sea Dragon, saying unjustly: "It was you who asked me to help you test the power of Xing Lan's armor. If you didn't use more force, how could you fully test his endurance?"

  "Really? Are you not taking advantage of me?"

  Daming Zhenren innocently shook his head and said, "Of course not. I am your Shizu, how can I casually repair you? However, from the point of view of generations, even if I repaired you, it's not a big deal."

  "You, you despicable scoundrel."

  "Ha ha, I didn't expect the feeling of having no grudge to be so good. It seems that it won't take long for me to reach the realm of Dao Long. Hailong, I should thank you again! Don't glare at me, don't you want the other two treasures? Tell me first, how did you feel when I blasted you earlier? Honestly, with the force I used just now, even a boulder weighing hundreds of kilograms would be crushed to dust. If it weren't for the Star Blue Armor..."

  Hailong grumbled, knowing that the star-blue armor given by Dao Ming was indeed a good thing. He also didn't want to lash out at Dao Ming now that he had two other treasures tempting him. Thinking back to the scene earlier, he muttered: "Just now when you blasted me, I seemed to see countless blue-golden starlights flashing, and the whole armor completely enveloped me like a big ball of light. But how did it disappear now?"

  Daming's smile faded, and he said, "Although my palm strike was a bit heavy just now, it also made you understand the limit of Xinglan armor's energy. If the attack is too strong, not only will you die, but the Xinglan ring will also turn to dust. But like just now, when the energy of the Xinglan ring's armor is exhausted, the energy body's armor will disappear. When this happens, it takes at least a whole day for the Xinglan ring to absorb enough energy to transform into armor again. So, you can't rely on it too much. Stretch out your left hand, and I'll give you the second treasure."