Xu Xiaoxiao's Immortal Cultivation Life (Transmigration)

Chapter 84 Rank 9 Top-Grade Magic Treasure

Back at her lodgings, it was already late. Xu Xiaoxiao meditated while chatting with her senior brother puppet. "Senior brother, I encountered quite a few novel things today. Although they looked very nice, they weren't very practical. I still think the magical artifacts that senior brother crafted are the best..." She praised her senior brother profusely.

Jiang Jingzhi stood on Chongyang Peak, gazing into the distance, and sneezed a few times. He thought to himself that it must be his junior sister nagging him, "I just hope they can return safely."

Xu Xiaoxiao, along with her senior brother Mu Zhusheng and senior sister Yuan Mengyao, walked toward the exhibition hall where the prizes of this advancement competition—the ninth-grade top-quality magic treasures—were stored, filled with curiosity and anticipation for the magic treasures.

"Second Senior Brother, what do you think that top-grade ninth-rank magic weapon will look like?" Xu Xiaoxiao asked with wide eyes, full of anticipation.

After pondering for a moment, Mu Zhusheng said, "A ninth-grade top-quality magic weapon must have its own unique charm and powerful spiritual energy fluctuations. It may be a weapon that can change the course of a battle, or a treasure that can help people break through cultivation bottlenecks."

Yuan Mengyao excitedly chimed in, "I've heard that when a top-grade magic weapon is born, there are extraordinary celestial phenomena. Could this ninth-grade top-grade magic weapon also have some special characteristics?"

They talked as they walked, and soon arrived at the exhibition hall.

The exhibition hall was tall and magnificent, radiating a soft spiritual light, and surrounded by powerful restrictions to prevent others from coveting the magical treasures.

Two guards stood before the pavilion, clad in spirit armor, their eyes gleaming.

Xu Xiaoxiao stepped forward and politely said to the guards, "Brothers, may we take a look at the magical treasures that are the prizes for this qualifying round?"

The guards sized them up, and one of them said, "Yes, but you can only watch from the outside; you can't come closer."

Standing outside the exhibition hall, they saw the ninth-grade supreme magic weapon through a transparent spiritual screen. It was a spirit sword radiating seven-colored light, its blade covered with ancient runes that seemed to tell tales of bygone legends as they flickered.

The hilt of the sword is inlaid with a huge spirit crystal, within which nebulae seem to swirl, continuously providing the sword with powerful spiritual energy.

"Wow, what a beautiful sword!" Xu Xiaoxiao couldn't help but exclaim.

Mu Zhusheng stared intently at the spirit sword and slowly said, "This sword is not only exquisite in appearance, but its spiritual power is probably enough to split mountains and seas. If one can obtain this sword, it will surely be a great help on the path of cultivation."

Yuan Mengyao nodded in agreement: "Judging from the style of this sword, it should be related to some ancient sword cultivation tradition. The person who possesses it may be able to comprehend unparalleled sword skills."

Xu Xiaoxiao asked curiously, "What kind of cultivator can win this sword in the finals? Does Miss Yushang have a chance?"

Mu Zhusheng pondered, "Miss Yushang's magic is exquisite, and she is quick-witted and adaptable, but her opponent in the finals will definitely be exceptionally strong. However, if she can continue to leverage her strengths, she is not without a chance. This requires not only great strength, but also a bit of luck and adaptability."

They lingered outside the exhibition hall for a long time, admiring the Legend of Sword and Fairy while discussing the upcoming finals.

The ancient bells of the square rang out.

"The competition is about to begin, senior brother, let's hurry up and catch up!" Xu Xiaoxiao excitedly ran ahead.

Xu Xiaoxiao, Mu Zhusheng, and Yuan Mengyao hurriedly headed to the competition square as the bell rang. Along the way, the crowds were bustling, and everyone's face was filled with excitement and anticipation.

"This square is much livelier than usual today," Yuan Mengyao said, her gaze sweeping across the crowd.

“Of course, who wouldn’t want to witness this grand event during the finals?” Tu Minglang replied, continuing his walk.

When they arrived at the square, they saw that it was already surrounded by cultivators, with various spirit flags fluttering in the breeze. In the center of the square, a huge stone platform emitted a soft light, which was the place for the competition.

Xu Xiaoxiao tiptoed, trying to find Yushang's figure: "I wonder how Miss Yushang is now, whether she is full of confidence."

Mu Zhusheng looked up at the gathering spiritual energy clouds in the sky and said, "Judging from the convergence of spiritual energy in heaven and earth, the final will definitely be a fierce battle."

At this moment, the elder referee on the platform stood up, and his deep voice resounded throughout the square: "The final is about to begin, everyone please wait patiently."

The audience fell silent immediately, everyone holding their breath and watching the stage.

Yu Chang slowly walked onto the stage from the side. She was dressed in a light blue spiritual robe, her figure graceful yet exuding a resolute air.

Opposite him, a black-clad cultivator steadily ascended the stage. His eyes were cold and stern, and his spiritual energy subtly fluctuated around him.

"Who is that black-clad cultivator? He looks quite imposing," Xu Xiaoxiao asked softly.

Mu Zhusheng frowned: "I have heard of this person before. He is a master from Xuanyou Peak named Ling Mo, and his shadow magic is extremely powerful."

On the stage, Yu Chang and Ling Mo bowed to each other.

Yu Chang spoke first: "Senior Brother Ling Mo, I will definitely go all out in today's battle."

Ling Mo nodded slightly: "Miss Yu Chang, I've heard so much about you. Now, please take a look."

After saying that, he quickly formed hand seals, and clusters of black shadow power condensed in his hands, like two black dragons, rushing towards Yu Chang.

Yu Chang remained calm and composed, gently waving her staff. A gust of wind swept by, dispersing the black dragon. "Senior brother's shadow power is strong, but it is still difficult to trap me."

Ling Mo snorted coldly, and his figure instantly disappeared into the shadows.

Yu Chang's eyes sharpened, and her spiritual power erupted, forming a light blue shield. At the same time, her spirit fan danced in the air, scattering starlight as she tried to find Ling Mo's whereabouts.

Below the stage, Xu Xiaoxiao clenched her fists nervously: "Miss Yushang, you must be careful."

Yuan Mengyao also stared intently at the stage: "Ling Mo's concealment technique is indeed troublesome."

Mu Zhusheng remained silent with a solemn expression. He knew the difficulty and complexity of this battle and only hoped that Yu Chang could find a way out in this fierce duel, stand out, and win the precious ninth-grade top-quality spirit sword.

Just when everyone thought Ling Mo would ambush Yu Shang from the shadows, suddenly, Yu Shang waved her staff, and in an instant, the runes on the staff shone brightly, like a blazing sun rising, and the intense light dispelled the surrounding shadows.

Ling Mo was forced to reveal himself, a hint of surprise flashing across his face.

"Miss Yu Chang is indeed quite skilled," Ling Mo said, his hands rapidly changing hand seals once more. This time, he summoned several black spirit blades, which buzzed in the air like ferocious beasts ready to devour their prey.

Yu Chang smiled slightly: "Senior Brother Ling Mo, watch my move 'Spiritual Wind Returns'!" She spun her staff rapidly in front of her, forming a tornado that carried the surrounding spiritual energy and swept towards the spiritual blades.

The spirit blade and the tornado collided, producing a sharp metallic scraping sound and sparks flying everywhere.

At this moment, Xu Xiaoxiao, sitting in the audience, widened her eyes and exclaimed, "Wow, that move is amazing! Is Miss Yushang going to win?"

Mu Zhusheng shook her head: "It's not certain yet. Ling Mo's strength should not be underestimated. He definitely has more tricks up his sleeve."

As expected, upon seeing the spirit blade shattered, Ling Mo took a deep breath, and his body began to emit a dense black aura, which gradually enveloped him, forming a huge black sphere.

"Miss Yu Chang, catch my 'Shadow Magic Ball'!" Ling Mo roared, and the black ball shot towards Yu Chang like a cannonball.

Yu Chang's expression was solemn. She put away her staff, clasped her hands together in front of her chest, and muttered incantations.

The stone platform beneath her feet began to shimmer with light, and runes rose up her body.

"Spiritual shield protects me, holy light shines!" Yu Chang shouted.

A golden shield appeared in front of her, and at the same time, a strong white light shot out from her body, colliding with the black magic ball.

At the point of impact, the light was so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it, and powerful spiritual energy fluctuations spread in all directions, prompting the surrounding audience to raise spiritual energy shields to defend themselves.

Yuan Mengyao exclaimed, "This power is too strong! The two of them are evenly matched!"

As the light gradually faded, both Yu Chang and Ling Mo were panting heavily.

Ling Mo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Miss Yu Chang, you are a worthy opponent."

Yu Chang, slightly out of breath, said, "Senior brother is also very strong. This battle was exhilarating!"

Just then, the sky suddenly changed color, the once clear sky became covered with dark clouds, and lightning flashed and thunder roared.

The exhibition hall that housed the top-grade ninth-rank magic treasures trembled slightly, as if some power was responding to it.

"What's going on? Could this battle have caused some kind of change?" Xu Xiaoxiao looked at the sky in horror.

Mu Zhusheng looked in the direction of the exhibition hall, her brows furrowed: "I'm afraid things are not that simple. This power seems to be related to that ninth-grade top-quality magic weapon."

As the sky changed, the pavilion trembled more violently, and cracks began to spread across its surface.

The guards were terrified and tried to reinforce the barrier, but to no avail.

"Is this magic weapon going to choose its own master and become uncontrollable?" Yuan Mengyao asked anxiously.

Yu Chang and Ling Mo also stopped fighting and watched the exhibition hall warily.

Yu Chang said, "I have never heard of such a situation before. This ninth-grade top-quality magic weapon is too mysterious."

At this moment, a beam of seven-colored light shot out from the crack in the exhibition hall. The light twisted in the air like a serpent, and ripples spread through the space wherever it went.

Mu Zhusheng shouted, "Everyone be careful! This glow contains powerful energy; we don't know if it's a blessing or a curse."

Xu Xiaoxiao nervously hid behind Mu Zhusheng: "Second Senior Brother, what should we do?"

Just as Mu Zhusheng was about to speak, the rosy light suddenly shot towards Yu Chang.

Yu Chang was unable to dodge in time and was enveloped in the glow of the sunset.

She felt a vast power surge into her body, both warm and domineering, coursing through her meridians.

"Miss Yushang!" Upon seeing this, Ling Mo wanted to rush over to help, but was pushed away by an invisible force.

Yu Chang closed her eyes tightly in the rosy light, gritting her teeth as she endured the impact of the force.

A moment later, she slowly opened her eyes, a flash of seven-colored light appearing in them.

"I...I seem to have some kind of connection with this magical artifact." Yu Chang's voice trembled slightly.

Just then, the dark clouds in the sky began to swirl, forming a huge vortex, and faint dragon roars could be heard from the center of the vortex.

"Could this be a tribulation caused by a magic weapon? If so, it's definitely not as simple as a ninth-grade weapon. If Miss Yu Chang can withstand it, this magic weapon will truly belong to her," an old man said in the crowd.

Yu Chang looked up at the sky and clenched her fists: "No matter what, I'm determined to give it a try."

Ling Mo looked at Yu Shang, his heart filled with mixed emotions: "Miss Yu Shang, good luck, I, Ling Mo, wish you success."

Yu Chang flew towards the vortex in the sky, and the surrounding spiritual energy surged towards her like a tide.

As she approached the vortex, a massive bolt of lightning struck down. Yu Chang wielded the seven-colored spirit sword she had just established a connection with, meeting the lightning head-on.

"Come on!" The sword collided with the lightning, producing a deafening roar that caused the entire plaza to tremble slightly.