Does seal script possess great power? My poetry is invincible!

Chapter 77 Extraterrestrial Meteorite Sword

As Wang Yan stepped out of the Divine Inscription Hall, he gazed at the starry sky, took a deep breath, and opened his arms.

After dinner, I went into seclusion and spent at least two hours cultivating.

Adding the 15 minutes needed to submit the inspirational article, it's already late at night.

Outside the Temple of Divine Script, the air was fresh, and the stars in the sky shone exceptionally brightly.

It's so much better than the scattered lights in the city in my previous life!

The sky is dazzling, and as far as the eye can see, there are countless constellations.

It seems like we can also see constellations like Ursa Major and Sagittarius.

Perhaps this is a parallel world to Earth, another space with the power of seal script?

No matter what, as long as the sun and moon were still there, Wang Yan's loneliness as a wanderer in a foreign land was slightly alleviated.

"One day, I will visit you all!" Wang Yan secretly declared to himself.

Then, he mentally guided the character "飞" (fly) to form the phrase "Light as a feather, I can soar freely in the sky" in his mind.

Just as Wang Yan pushed off the ground with his legs, he suddenly felt a tightening around his waist as Qin Bilian grabbed his belt beside him.

Just as Wang Yan was about to struggle instinctively, he heard his grandmaster say mockingly, "You brat, it's too late. Fly by yourself tomorrow!"

Suddenly, Wang Yan's feet were suspended in mid-air. He was lifted up several meters into the starry sky by Qin Bilian, as if he were riding an elevator. Under the starlight, he was carried towards the Wanbao Pavilion of the Yunding Sect.

In his mind, "light as a feather" transformed into wisps of light wind, blowing on him and making his body extremely light, like a feather, floating in the air.

"I feel like a chick being caught by an eagle!"

"He's retaliating for my previous provocation!"

Unable to escape, Wang Yan could only form a "windbreak" in his sea of ​​consciousness to block the howling cold winds from the high altitude from the invisible shield formed by that great power.

Then, obediently, he let Qin Bi lead him, and under the deep night, he looked at the towering ancient trees covering the mountain, their roots diagonally planted among the rocks, their branches and leaves stretching upwards, many at a 90-degree or 70-degree angle to the mountain, growing at an angle to greet the light shining down from the sky.

Indistinct and quiet, without a sound.

Occasionally, you can hear birds chirping and insects buzzing as they rest in the trees.

It was full of life, as if it had not been affected by the attack from the enemy at all.

The Xuan Qi was twice as dense as that of the outer gate, almost like mist.

Yes, this is already inside the Cloud Cauldron Sect.

The ground reconnaissance personnel of those three major groups are currently probing around the outer perimeter, and their movements are not being detected at all.

The bright moonlight shone on Qin Bilian's pale white scholar's robe, reflecting faintly visible dark patterns.

Then Qin Bilian asked, "You insist on going to collect the Xuanqi Golden Paper now because you want to write the divine script ahead of time? Are you worried that the three sects will break through our concealed formation?"

Wang Yan sensed a hint of seriousness in the voice and replied, "I'm used to preparing for the worst. Besides, we can't always be on the defensive; there will always be a time when we have to fight back."

"Okay, once you've decided what kind of amazing story to write, just write it down and give me a copy."

"Huh? Grandmaster, you don't need this, do you?"

"I'll trade you my life-saving armor."

"Okay, I'll exchange a few more!"

Soon, Wang Yan and Qin Bilian descended onto a mountain peak called "Wanbaoge" with nine floors.

At the windows on each floor, there is light distorted by space, indicating that there should be spatial arrays inside.

Upon entering the first floor, one sees miniature metal puppets with two legs and two arms gliding back and forth.

"These puppets can prevent some disciples from embezzling," Qin Bilian said proudly. "The puppets were forged by the people of Fire Refining Peak, and it was my idea that came up. After the puppets were modified, the sect's accounts became much clearer, which allowed us to gradually grow from Grade C to Grade B."

"Grandmaster, you're a good person!" Wang Yan said unexpectedly and sincerely, "When the time comes, I'll write a few more runes, and you can exchange them for a few more life-saving iron plates, okay?"

Qin Bilian laughed: "Okay!"

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Wang Yan currently has over 500,000 points.

Once the puppet with the number A1 recognized his status as an inner disciple, he was led by it to the third floor, which was reserved for this point-based ranking.

Among the many treasures on display, Wang Yan browsed through them one by one, skipping over the numerous weapons crafted by Elder Zhao Er and his disciples. After a short while, his gaze settled on a meteorite iron sword from outer space.

This was crafted by Zhou Huanmei, the eldest disciple of Elder Zhu Ning.

"The Blacksmith Association is jointly certified by three top-tier sects, with the highest being six stars and the lowest being one star. Our Fire Refining Peak's peak master and three elders are all five stars."

Zhou Huanmei is a four-star, while Qiao Bendu is only a one-star.

Therefore, weapons crafted by Qiao Ben only require a few hundred points in the outer sect's alchemy and weapon hall.

Zhou Huanmei's weapon requires 460,000 points!

Sword Name: Blazing Iron Sword.

"A meteorite from outer space! I was originally a person from outer space myself!" Wang Yan thought to himself, taking out the sword and channeling his profound energy into it.

"Hmm? Why did the character '命' (fate/destiny) light up automatically?"

At this moment, the slightly warm sword seemed to resonate with him in a strange way, as if his body was extending outwards.

"Grandmaster, I still want this sword!" Wang Yan immediately said.

Although he already possessed the Hundred-Refined Traceless Sword forged in Qiao's native land, this one was clearly superior.

Children make choices, adults want them all!

As for weapons forged by five-star blacksmiths, well, the points required are astronomical, something he can't even dream of right now.

"Hmm? This one?" Qin Bilian beside him was also quite surprised: "This was crafted by Zhou Huanmei three years ago. Since she couldn't attach the character 'divine,' she could only emphasize its inherent heat and sharpness."

"Over the past few years, many disciples at the Qi Condensation Realm have tried it, but none could withstand its intense heat and gave up. Are you sure you want this one?"

Scorching hot?

Wang Yan was taken aback, then looked at the hilt of the sword in his hand. He quickly shook his head in confusion: "It's not hot, just a little warm. I feel more that it's incredibly sharp, like it could cut through anything!"

"Moreover, when I used my profound energy just now, my 'Life' spirit character responded, so perhaps it is suitable for me."

Qin Bilian was immediately surprised: "Really?"

Wang Yan nodded quickly: "Really. I'm definitely going to redeem it!"

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Whether Qin Bilian believed it or not, Wang Yan had already exchanged for the sword, and his points were almost depleted.

"You're really willing to spend money." Qin Bilian looked at him in surprise.

"It's for saving my life. What's the use of having a lot of points if I'm dead?" Wang Yan was very open-minded. He used another 5300 points to exchange for a small stack of ordinary blank talisman paper, a large stack of spiritual gold paper, and a spiral-shaped sect platform that he could carry with him. He could chat privately or in groups with familiar fellow disciples on the platform in real time.

After the points were deducted, Wang Yan took his sword, laughed and brandished it a few times outside the Treasure Pavilion, then sheathed it and returned to the Divine Script Hall with Qin Bilian.

As soon as they entered the main hall, Qin Bilian suddenly pointed to the rear hall: "There are bathing rooms on the first floor of the rear hall. You can go and have a good rest. We at Shenwen Peak don't emphasize arduous cultivation. You've been too tense these past two days; you should relax a bit."

"Yes!" Wang Yan thanked him with a smile.

Having entered the inner sect, although the current time is not suitable for visiting people around, I still need to have some sense of ceremony.