The Record of Heavenly Craftsmanship, The Nine-Tailed Fox Lan He!

Chapter 97 The Record of Heavenly Craftsmanship, Nine-Tailed Fox Lan He!

Lan He walked to the nearest alchemy room and slammed his palm onto the rune seal.

boom!

The seal shattered with a sound, and he pushed open the heavy stone door.

The next instant, a tidal wave of crimson light surged out of the alchemy chamber, covering the sky and almost engulfing him!

Those were round and plump Nirvana Pills, densely piled up like a mountain, their crimson color filling the eyes, and an astonishing Nirvana aura instantly surged into the air, almost solidifying.

A hint of surprise flashed in Lan He's eyes.

This alchemy chamber contains at least several million Nirvana Pills!

Without hesitation, he flicked his sleeve and collected all the Nirvana Pills in the room into his Qiankun bag. Then he turned and walked towards the next pill room.

One, two, three —

He searched through more than a dozen alchemy chambers, reaping mountains of Nirvana Pills, roughly estimated to be worth tens of millions. Unfortunately, many chambers were left unattended, their pills having lost their energy and turned into piles of waste, a truly regrettable loss.

When Lan He blasted open the stone door of the thirteenth alchemy chamber, a completely different aura rushed towards him.

There were five silver-white pills, quietly floating on the jade platform in the center of the alchemy room. They were perfectly round like jade and emitted a strange light.

Tribulation-Crossing Pill.

Lan He's eyes lit up, and he unceremoniously pocketed the five Tribulation-Crossing Pills.

He glanced around the alchemy field to make sure nothing was missed, then turned and left, satisfied.

After Danchang, Lanhe did not rush to leave the giant island.

His goals for this trip, besides cultivation resources, also included the inheritance of weapon refiners. Ancient top-tier forces like the Four Great Demonic Sects couldn't possibly be without weapon refiners in their ranks.

Lan He moved swiftly, continuing his journey deeper into the island. His spiritual power quietly spread out, carefully sensing every place that might contain ancient texts.

Along the way, he discovered scattered Heavenly Rank spiritual treasure swords in several dilapidated palaces. Although most of them were incomplete, combined with the ones he had found earlier, he now had nearly twenty swords. If they could be repaired, they would be a considerable fortune.

About half an hour later, a magnificent stone palace appeared before them.

Above the stone hall's lintel are three ancient and simple characters: "Scripture Pavilion".

Lan He's eyes lit up, and he slipped inside.

The hall was in a mess, clearly having been through a war. But on the rows of stone shelves, many scrolls and books still remained.

Lan He casually flipped through the books and found that most of them were martial arts of creation, with only a few spiritual martial arts, none of which were top-tier.

As for the Heavenly Martial Arts, there isn't a single one.

Lan He wasn't disappointed. He understood that the true core inheritances of the four great demonic sects were probably behind those four bronze gates. He only had one Taotie Key, and obtaining its inheritance was already an immense stroke of luck; there was no need to be greedy.

He continued his search in the library, walking past the broken stone shelves and scattered scrolls, but he still couldn't find anything of real value.

Until he stepped into the deepest side hall.

This side hall was different from the others; its walls were covered with knife marks and sword holes, and the floor was a mess, clearly indicating that a fierce battle had taken place. In the corner, a skeleton sat against the wall, remarkably well-preserved, showing no signs of decay.

Lan He's gaze sharpened.

So much time has passed that the remains of ordinary Nirvana Realm cultivators would have long since turned to dust. The fact that this skeleton has survived to this day means that its strength in life must have been extremely terrifying, at least that of a powerful being at the Life Profound Realm or above.

He slowly approached, carefully examining the skeleton. A faint, lingering glow remained on the withered bones, a testament to the pinnacle of cultivation he had achieved in life. Even after countless years, it had not faded.

A simple, ancient-looking Qiankun bag hung from the skeleton's waist.

Lan He's heart stirred slightly. He bent down to take it and probed it with his spiritual power.

The bag contained a variety of items, but none of them were any precious treasures; instead, it contained a roll of yellowed paper and animal hide.

He casually picked up a scroll, unfolded it, and found it covered with annotations. Some were commenting on the merits and demerits of a certain technique, some were marking places where mistakes were easily made during practice, and some had even directly modified the original text, rewriting the originally obscure and difficult sentences to make them easier to understand.

Lan He raised an eyebrow slightly and continued flipping through the pages. The more he read, the more astonished he became. This person was actually a senior who had been stationed in the Sutra Repository for many years, dedicating his entire life to studying classic texts and annotating cultivation techniques.

Those annotations reveal profound martial arts knowledge, and many of the insights are still very helpful to Lan He today.

He turned the bag over and found an antique-looking token. The front of the token was engraved with the character "藏" (Zang), and the back had a line of smaller characters: Chief Steward of the Sutra Repository.

It turned out to be the case.

Lan He suddenly realized that this senior was not an ordinary expert, but a steward who was specifically responsible for organizing and reviewing the books in the Scripture Pavilion. That was why he left behind so many annotations and insights before his death.

He continued searching and finally found a unique animal hide scroll deep inside. The scroll was made of a special material, remaining soft and tough despite the passage of countless years, with faint runes flowing across its surface, clearly the work of a master craftsman.

Lan He unrolled the scroll, glanced at it, and his pupils contracted slightly.

This is actually a weapon-refining legacy left behind by a Mahayana Immortal Talisman Master!

The first page prominently displays five ancient characters: "Record of Heavenly Craftsmanship." Below that is a line of smaller characters: "I have devoted my entire life to forging thirteen top-grade spiritual treasures of the Heavenly Rank. Now I record my insights here, awaiting those who are destined to find them."

It is important to know that Immortal Talisman Masters are divided into two realms: Lesser Vehicle and Greater Vehicle. Lesser Vehicle Immortal Talisman Masters are comparable to Life Profound Realm experts; Greater Vehicle Immortal Talisman Masters are comparable to Death Profound Realm experts.

The ability to forge more than a dozen top-grade Heavenly Treasures must be that of a Mahayana Immortal Talisman Master with profound attainments!

Lan He's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and then he smiled and said, "Finally found it."

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He carefully tucked the scroll into his pocket and was about to turn and leave.

hum!

Suddenly, a violent tremor ran through my mind.

Lan He's expression changed drastically, and his mind sank into his Niwan Palace (a point on the back of his head). There, in that previously silent corner, the phantom of a grayish-white urn was slowly emerging without warning!

Another urn!

Lan He's pupils contracted slightly.

The arrival of an urn often foreshadows his impending death. Could there be hidden dangers within these remains, unknown to him?

He remained vigilant, observing the surroundings while also keeping a portion of his attention focused on the urn containing ashes within his Niwan Palace.

The urn flickered slightly, and a somewhat illusory figure suddenly appeared within it.

The illusory figure gradually solidified, revealing a face that bore a striking resemblance to his own, yet was more mature and handsome, with a sense of composure and depth that came with the passage of time.

What shocked him most was that behind that person, there were seven fluffy golden tails swaying gently, each hair flowing with a faint luster, exuding an alluring charm that was hard to look away from.

Lan He was momentarily lost in thought.

The person's appearance was almost otherworldly. It was an ultimate beauty that transcended gender, as if all the beauty and spirit of the world had converged in one person. Even Lan He, who was used to seeing Ling Qingzhu's ethereal beauty, couldn't help but feel a slight flutter in his heart at this moment.

The man smiled slightly, a smile that was both refreshing and slightly mischievous.

"Hello, I am the last sect master of the Sword Sect and the patriarch of the Nine-Tailed Clan."

He paused, looking at Lan He's dazed expression, and smiled even more deeply: "You are also the future you."