The righteous path punishes Heaven

Chapter 117 Good Luck Arrives

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Two figures whizzed through the air, heading straight for the imperial city.

Zhang Yunling had been pondering one thing: why such a powerful court could be so easily defeated by An Lushan. Even though he had read relevant historical texts when he was studying in his previous life, he still felt that everything was like a dream, and many things happened too fast.

Perhaps it was because of the intervention of these monks that history took such a huge turn. An Lushan must be ruling the palace with impunity now.

At this moment, Dong Wan spoke up and asked, "Yun Ling, how can the two of us possibly fight against An Lushan and the Wudang Sect?"

Although Zhang Yunling wasn't entirely confident, he had to give it a try now. Perhaps it was the significance of creating this secret realm, or perhaps it was a trial given to him by the old man. In any case, he had to do it.

"At first I thought this secret realm appeared just for me, a test from that immortal. Now it seems it wasn't so bad. Let's go, win or lose, we can't lose this courage."

Zhang Yunling clenched his fists, took a sudden step in the air, and flew forward even faster.

At this moment in the imperial city, An Lushan, Gu Changpeng, and others were casting spells together in front of a grand hall deep within the city, attempting to break the seal placed on the hall's doors.

This grand hall is the Treasure Pavilion, which contains countless rare magical treasures and top-grade spiritual medicines of the royal family. However, since only emperors of successive dynasties had the right to enter, no emperor has been able to open it since the death of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang.

The seal on the palace gate is very ancient, seemingly placed by the previous emperor many years ago. Now, An Lushan must find a way to open the treasure pavilion and fulfill his original agreement with the Wudang Sect to divide the treasures inside in half.

So now they can only forcibly infuse spiritual power to break the seal, a process that has been going on for three days and three nights.

"Damn it... I never expected the former Human Emperor to be so powerful. This seal is comparable to the Dao Inquiry Realm. It will probably take another day or two to completely break it..."

Gu Changpeng said, and together with a group of Wudang disciples, they cast a spell and attacked the seal with all their might.

An Lushan also kept urging the Myriad Soul Banner to draw power, working with the Wudang Sect to break the seal.

Just then, a shout came from behind the crowd:

"Stop right there! Li Changgeng is back!"

"Huh? What?!" An Lushan hurriedly turned around and saw Shi Siming running towards him, saying, "Li Changgeng was clearly an old man with white hair when he was defeated before, but this time he has returned as a young man. He came to the city walls and immediately started fighting with the guards, while shouting..."

"What did you shout?!" An Lushan asked angrily.

“He said Li Changgeng is here, and the traitor An Lushan should come out and face his death…” Shi Siming replied in a low voice.

"Pfft—" The magical power of the Myriad Soul Banner circulating within An Lushan's body became chaotic. Overwhelmed by rage, he spat out a mouthful of blood. Forcibly withdrawing the magical power from the seal, An Lushan said to Gu Changpeng and the others:

"Elder Gu and the others will stay here to continue breaking the seal. I will go and fight Li Changgeng!" After saying this, An Lushan put away the Ten Thousand Soul Banner and led Shi Siming toward the palace.

Seeing An Lushan leave, Gu Changpeng snorted coldly, and his spiritual energy suddenly burst forth, fiercely impacting the seal in front of him.

Chen Tianfan, who was standing to the side, also noticed something amiss and joined Gu Changpeng in a full-scale attack. After only a short while, the seal began to crumble, breaking apart inch by inch from the outside in, until it finally shattered completely.

Gu Changpeng withdrew his spiritual power, flicked his sleeve to push open the door of the treasure pavilion, and walked inside.

The other Wudang disciples were all panting heavily, and Chen Tianfan was no exception, but he still followed closely behind and whispered to Gu Changpeng:

"Elder, you just said that this seal will take another day to break. Could it be that you were deceiving An Lushan?"

Gu Changpeng chuckled and said, "You're not stupid, kid. You saw what that girl was capable of. We chose to cooperate with her for the sake of profit. Even though we've all personally slaughtered those mortal soldiers, in the end, everything here is just a part of this illusory world. There's no need to feel guilty."

"It seems we're quite lucky now. We should thank that kid Zhang Yunling. With him holding An Lushan back, our chance to seize this opportunity has arrived. Since that immortal designed this secret realm, everything here must be part of this destiny. Instruct the disciples to take all the top-grade magic artifacts, elixirs, and spiritual treasures with them."

"Yes!" Chen Tianfan nodded and gave instructions to the Wudang disciples. Everyone was overjoyed. The fatigue from their desperate attack to break the seal was swept away, and they all rushed towards the treasure pavilion.

The interior was very spacious, with rows of rare treasures neatly arranged on the walls. The lowest level of magical artifacts and magic treasures were all of the middle grade of the Earth rank, and the lowest level of elixirs were all of the fourth grade.

Needless to say, the grades of elixirs are divided into ten grades based on the efficacy of the medicinal materials used and the difficulty of the refining process, with the lowest being grade one and the highest being grade ten.

These magical artifacts are divided into four tiers, each further divided into lower, middle, and upper grades. The lowest is the mortal tier, which can be used not only by cultivators but also by ordinary people with relatively good physiques. Generally, consumable magical artifacts like short flying swords are mortal tier.

Better ones are Earth-rank, and most cultivators possess magic weapons of this rank. The next rank higher is Heaven-rank, which is generally only possessed by powerful sects and families.

The highest level, the Immortal Rank, is beyond the reach of ordinary mortal cultivators; magical artifacts of this level are known as Immortal Artifacts.

It's not that there are no celestial artifacts in the mortal realm, but rather that these magical treasures are extremely rare. Legend has it that there are only thirty-three celestial artifacts in the entire Five Realms and Nine Heavens, and they were all passed down from the ancient celestial realm.

For the Five Regions, each continent with billions of people, obtaining these immortal artifacts is like finding a needle in a haystack.

Although these rare treasures were very tempting, the most eye-catching item was a huge lotus platform placed in the center of the main hall.

The disciples scattered and crowded around the wall, opening their storage bags to loot all the treasures hanging on the wall and the pills and herbs in the wooden cabinets.

As the eldest disciple, Chen Tianfan naturally couldn't lose his composure like that, so he looked to Gu Changpeng for advice.

Seeing the elder nod slightly, Chen Tianfan was overjoyed and rushed into the crowd to search as well.

Although Gu Changpeng was tempted by the many treasures in the treasure pavilion, he preferred to distribute them to the inner disciples. After all, he was getting old and his cultivation had reached a bottleneck that he could hardly break through in this lifetime. He wanted to do his best to develop more and stronger forces for the sect.

Moreover, his gaze was fixed on the lotus platform. The lotus platform gave him a very different feeling, and he couldn't tell whether it was a rare and precious natural treasure or a high-grade magic artifact.

"This is a high-grade Heavenly Rank artifact? No... could it be a Celestial Artifact...?"

Just as Gu Changpeng was about to reach out and touch the lotus platform, a loud crash suddenly erupted outside the hall. The hall doors were blasted into pieces, and a shrew with long pink hair charged in, brandishing a large knife and shouting:

"You old scoundrel Gu! Prepare to die!!"