Chapter 90: Recognizing the Master of the Immortal Artifact

  Just as Buddha sensed Sun Ming's provocation, a dark purple tribulation cloud emerged, and waves of powerful pressure continuously attacked Sun Ming's mental defenses. This caused Sun Ming to slow down his sword movements. At this moment, a bolt of tribulation lightning struck Sun Ming like a ferocious dragon, breaking through the air in nine consecutive strikes. In an instant, half of the sword energy that Sun Ming had painstakingly set up using his true yuan disappeared. Witnessing this, Sun Ming's heart skipped a beat - this was only the third heavenly tribulation, and there were still three more to come. Was he even allowed to live through this?

  Although he thought so in his heart, Sun Ming knew that this 69-day tribulation must be overcome by his own strength, otherwise he would never be able to reach the lowest level of the Ling Qing realm of the Xuan Tian Yu Xu Gong, let alone learn the Supreme Taoist techniques of the Yu Xu Palace.

  "Blood Sea, if you want to refine that thing, return the Golden Scissors to me immediately!" Sun Ming shouted loudly. After all, with the Golden Scissors in the hands of that old demon, although they wouldn't be lost, he could teach those two dragon souls some techniques during his Yuan Ying period, which would help them evolve. Moreover, since he was currently undergoing his tribulation, Blood Sea Old Demon wouldn't just watch him get struck to death by the tribulation lightning, would he?

  The Blood Sea Demon seemed unwilling to return it, but looking at the current situation, only Sun Ming could refine the 'Ghost White Bone Flag', so he gritted his teeth and threw the Golden Jiao over. After all, when asking for help from others, one had no choice but to humble oneself.

  The Golden Scissors seemed to be the same, but their aura had undergone a huge change. The originally shining treasure was now covered in dark and murky energy, stained with blood. Sun Ming held it in his hand, feeling pain in his heart. He cursed Blood Sea for not recognizing its value. A wave of Hongmeng Purple Fire instantly enveloped the Golden Scissors. It's said that Hongmeng Purple Fire is the king of fires, and it has a unique effect on demonic energy. Sun Ming tried it recently, and indeed, almost in an instant, the demonic energy that originally covered the Golden Scissors disappeared completely, as if it had never existed.

  "Big gold, small gold." Sun Ming tried to use his divine sense to greet the two dragon souls that were lurking in the Golden Scissors.

  "Master, that old demon is really disgusting. He's always using some kind of blood and energy to temper this treasure, making me and Xiaojin hide in the innermost part every day, not daring to come out." a slightly resentful voice said.

  "Yes, yes, that old man is detestable." Little Jin seemed to be somewhat annoyed as well, his tone quite unpleasant.

  "Alright, alright, your hard days are over. Not long from now, I will impart the dragon clan's cultivation secrets to you, and let you evolve as soon as possible."

  Sun Ming smiled and said.

  "Good, good, still a good master." The two dragons laughed and said.

  "But later I will use this treasure to cross the tribulation. You two must be careful." Sun Ming said.

  "Crossing tribulations? Although we are not human... but also know the earth. The yuan ying period seems to have no heavenly tribulation, right?" Da Jin asked with some doubt.

  "We'll talk about this later. For now, getting through this current disaster is most important." Sun Mingdao said.

  The fourth heavenly thunderbolt hesitated to descend, leaving Sun Ming's heart suspended. As everyone knew, the longer the calamity cloud brewed, the greater its power would be when it finally descended. Watching the unceasingly rolling calamity thunder, Sun Ming felt an unprecedented tension, just like when he first refined his first magical treasure, fearing failure.

  A bolt of purple lightning suddenly appeared in the dark clouds and struck towards Sun Ming fiercely. Fortunately, Sun Ming's spiritual power was extremely strong. Just as the calamity lightning was about to strike, Jin Gou Jian had already been unleashed.

  Along with the Blood Sea Demon's stunned gaze, the Golden Dragon Scissors flew into the air. In an instant, it split into two. Two golden dragons appeared before everyone's eyes. Both real and illusory, majestic and powerful. The two golden dragons intertwined and chased after Lei Fei as he fled. Like two flying ribbons, they were dazzlingly beautiful.

  The sound of the dragon's roar filled the valley, and some demon cultivators in the Yuan Ying period were pale-faced, with cold sweat like rain. Those with higher cultivation levels also had a slight change in their complexion. After all, dragons are naturally the arch-enemies of demon cultivators, and the dragon's power is something they cannot be immune to. Even though the two dragons in front of them were just an effect produced by the magic treasure, it still made these demon cultivators feel quite uncomfortable.

  Finally, the pale purple calamity lightning and the two Jiaolong met, seemingly without the kind of shocking heaven and earth, wailing ghosts and gods scene that Sun Ming had imagined. The seemingly unstoppable calamity lightning was actually cut in half by the golden Jiaolong, slowly turning into a faint purple light that disappeared into the sky.

  However, it was clear that Sun Ming could only be happy for a short while, because the golden pincers transformed into a golden dragon shape had fallen to the ground. Sun Ming carefully picked them up and found that the originally shining golden pincers had become dull and lost their luster, as if the previous blow had consumed all its spiritual energy.

  "Master, we're going to rest now. Dealing with that lightning bolt consumed all the spiritual energy we've accumulated, Master, take care of yourself." Big Gold looked weak.

  It echoed in Sun Ming's mind, apparently having consumed too much energy.

  "Don't worry, they just consumed too much spiritual energy, nothing serious. You'd better pay attention to the two calamity bolts below." Yun Zhongzi woke up Sun Ming, who was still shouting the names of the two Jiaolong.

  "Alright, Master. Since that's the case, I won't hold back anything." Sun Ming looked at the black cloud brewing with calamitous lightning and suddenly felt a surge of heroic energy. He brought out the Five Fires Seven Birds Fan from beneath his navel, and in an instant, spiritual energy overflowed, causing the surrounding cultivators to feel envious.

  "Is this Lingming really a disciple of the Qiling Sect? How can there be so many treasures, even if it's the sect leader's personal disciple, it shouldn't be like this." Xuehai looked at Sun Ming's hand holding the 'Five Fire Seven Bird Fan' and said in disbelief.

  "Quasi-immortal artifact? If this thing was refined by Ling Ming himself, then the artifact spirit of this sect is truly unfathomable for cultivating such an excellent disciple." Lan Yue was also extremely surprised.

  The fifth calamity of thunder arrived as scheduled, Sun Ming stood with his hands behind his back, swinging the 'Five Fires Seven Birds Fan' which looked quite extraordinary and otherworldly. However, his darkened complexion completely ruined this originally rich and ancient atmosphere.

  Ling Blood Sea, this ninth scattered demon felt fear as flames instantly flew out from the fan and flew towards that seemingly unstoppable calamity lightning.

  "Lan Ying Dao, brother, you're a master of playing with fire, what is this five-colored flame emitted from the surface of this hexagonal treasure?" Xue Hai asked.

  "I, Lao Fu, have seen the spiritual flames of the demonic path, ghostly path, and righteous path. However, this time, I've truly never seen a flame like this before. This five-colored flame isn't even recorded in our Qixiu Union's classics. It seems to be forged from five different types of flames, and these five flames seem familiar to me, but since they're combined, I temporarily can't recognize them." said Lan Yingdao.

  "Melt five different flames and make them complement each other, it seems that the instrument spirit sect's law is indeed mysterious and extraordinary. I really want to see the means of those elders in the instrument spirit sect." Lan Ying's tone was filled with a hint of yearning. The Blood Sea beside her shook his head.

  These five-colored flames are the Five Fires of the Seven Birds Fan. Sun Ming was using them for the first time and didn't expect them to have such great power. The five-colored flames actually ignited the Thunderbolt, causing a phenomenon that made all the cultivators in the surrounding area collapse.

  Heavenly Thunder was always thought to be indestructible, a consensus among cultivators. However, the scene before them overturned their understanding, as they saw that bolt of Heavenly Thunder being refined by that mass of flames. Moreover, those flames didn't diminish in intensity as they soared into the sky towards the Heavenly Clouds of Tribulation. Fortunately, Sun Ming's cultivation wasn't high enough; otherwise, it was possible that he could have even refined the Heavenly Clouds of Tribulation itself.

  However, something unexpected happened to Sun Ming. The sixth calamity of thunder suddenly struck down without any signs, and Sun Ming was stunned there, because at this time the true yuan force in his body had almost been exhausted, and he couldn't urge the 'Five Fire Seven Bird Fan' again. He watched as the bucket-thick calamity thunder came pouncing over like a furious beast, and Sun Ming sighed bitterly in his heart, wondering if he was going to die here? (Off-screen sound effect: "Ka-chak" - Sun Ming ripped through this book, and it's probably over now. I guess writing it this way will get me scolded to death by readers.)

  Sun Ming closed his eyes and waited for that moment to arrive, but what he got was not the heart-wrenching pain, but a loud explosion. Sun Ming opened his eyes and took a look, and couldn't help but feel overjoyed.

  It turned out that his first magic treasure, 'Fan Tian Yin', had taken effect. It turned out that all the blood-refined objects would have a kind of mysterious spiritual connection with their masters. Although Fan Tian Yin did not have an instrument spirit and was not a celestial instrument, it was indeed the magic treasure that resonated with Sun Ming to the highest degree. Therefore, when he was in danger, Fan Tian Yin saved his life, which was reasonable.

  Sun Ming looked at the Fan Tian Seal, which had almost been beaten back to its original shape, and felt a great deal of heartache. He didn't even notice that Jie Yun had dispersed. Sighing, he put the Fan Tian Seal back into his dantian to nurture it. In this demonic month of Xuan Yue, there was nothing else he could do.

  "Congratulations, Lingming little friend! Not only did you survive the mutation of your spiritual tribulation, but also successfully broke through to the infant transformation stage. What a double joy, what a wonderful occasion!" Lan Ying said with a smile.

  "Alas, the treasure I brought out from my sect was almost all damaged during this tribulation. How can I face the elders of my sect when I return?" Sun Ming sighed, but these few words dispelled the doubts of Lan Ying and Xue Hai.

  "Oh, it's a treasure of the sect, no wonder it's so powerful." This thought flashed through the minds of both Xue Hai and Lan Ruoyin.

  "But let's get back to the point, are those two bottles handed over to me? They were specially made for the sake of refining that thing." The Blood Sea Old Devil said with a sly smile.

  "Give it to you? Give it to you, can you use it? Haven't you heard of a sacred artifact recognizing its master?"