Sun's Fairy Way

Chapter 1316 Thunder Strikes the Peach Wood Coffin (Please subscribe, please bookmark)

This drop of blood with just a tiny bit of blood color should be the only thing left in the corpse that has been suppressed for countless years.

Sun Mingsheng had no idea where this corpse came from or what amazing abilities it possessed. The only thing that was certain was that it must have endless and undying hatred for the Baise Sect.

With the support of sufficient mana, this drop of residual blood was spinning madly and continuously. Some smaller water droplets were separated bit by bit, gradually forming two human-sized water droplets of a man and a woman. Their faces and eyes were constantly shaking, as if they could wake up completely at any time and inherit their own lives.

But after all, the qualifications and support of this drop of blood itself are extremely limited. Even with Sun Mingsheng's full support at all costs, this is all we can do.

“Caiwu, Huafeng, these two half-asleep, half-awake little figures are the last bit of obsession of this fellow before his death. As long as they appear within the ten thousand mile radius of the Baise Sect’s inheritance, they will give different degrees of warnings according to the distance. This matter requires the Nascent Soul stage cultivators to always use their magic power as the necessary support. It can only be done by the two of you in person, and you are not allowed to delegate it to others.”

Sun Mingsheng was giving instructions on the side, but at the same time his eyes were fixed on the male cultivator who had been sealed in a peach wood coffin struck by lightning for two thousand years or even longer, and he kept looking him up and down.

"Can we give a warning within a radius of ten thousand miles? The thieves in Baise Sect will surely show their true colors this time."

Sun Huafeng also showed considerable enthusiasm. Apparently, due to the original conflict between the two sides, his hostility towards the Baise Sect had never disappeared.

"Uncle Twelve, who exactly is this monk who is sealed in the thunder-struck peach wood coffin? Could he have been an important member of the Baise Sect?"

Compared with Sun Huafeng, Sun Caiwu's spiritual awareness is obviously sharper, and he is also quite interested in the male cultivator who is right in front of him.

"If my guess is correct, this male cultivator should be the real owner of Baise Lingshan before it was renamed."

"The families or sects here should have long been reduced to vassal existences under the erosion of the Baise Sect. I just don't know why they have fallen to the current state?"

Through some records in the jade slips, Sun Mingsheng had some guesses about the identity of the cultivator in front of him, but the truth of it still required collecting more information to make a clearer judgment.

After all, most of the records in the Yuanying Alliance are mainly about some common sense and precautions of the Baise Sect itself. Naturally, such extremely secret places within the Baise Sect have not been recorded in them.

Even if the few Nascent Soul cultivators who participated in the battle knew the information, they would most likely keep such top-secret information within a very small range and would not choose to spread it easily to the outside world.

"Caiwu, Huafeng, I will stay on the Baise Mountain for a few days to continue to study the situation here."

"But the action here is not small. It is highly likely that the monks of Baise Sect have already received the relevant information. The other party will certainly make an appropriate response strategy in the shortest possible time. You two should immediately go to different areas of the cultivation world to look for the information and exact location of the monks of Baise Sect. I am worried that something might happen if you are late."

After a brief exchange of ideas, Sun Mingsheng also began to urge them decisively. This golden opportunity could not be wasted no matter what. In fact, what the Sun family and the Baise Sect were fighting for was a time difference. Whoever could bring the spiritual objects to their full potential in the shortest time would have the upper hand in the subsequent battle and always maintain a relatively stable advantage.

"The two of us will set off now. Please rest assured, Uncle Twelve. We will definitely find the traces of the remnants of the Baise Sect in the shortest possible time."

A quarter of an hour later, Sun Caiwu and Sun Huafeng, under the guidance of their respective men, chose different directions and turned into streams of light and disappeared, officially starting their journey to search for the hidden monks of the Baise Sect.

Sun Mingsheng continued to conduct more in-depth research on the tomb itself and the intact body of a male cultivator that had been suppressed under a complete coffin made of lightning-struck wood for more than two thousand years.

The most important of these are undoubtedly some possible spoils of war. This cultivator was at least at the eighth or ninth level of the Nascent Soul during his lifetime. Regardless of his purpose, he should have left behind a small number of spiritual objects he used during his lifetime as burial objects.

The quality and effect of treasures valued by an eighth- or even ninth-level Nascent Soul cultivator are naturally second to none. Maybe it is not too precious to the Baise Sect at its peak period, but to Sun Mingsheng, an eighth-level Nascent Soul cultivator who is struggling alone in the world of cultivation, it may be the opportunity to be promoted to the ninth-level Nascent Soul or even the God Transformation stage in the future.

But the strangest thing at the moment is this place. Sun Mingsheng has used his spiritual sense to search back and forth in the tomb several times, but he has not found any spiritual objects in the whole process.

This naturally also includes Sun Caiwu and Sun Huafeng who have already left. If a useful treasure really appears, Sun Mingsheng will naturally not keep it all to himself. Sharing the benefits equally is the best distribution strategy, and it is also the centripetal force of a family or sect.

"The Baise Sect has great means and possesses a natural advantage in bewitching people. However, how can a cultivator at the eighth or ninth level of the Nascent Soul Stage, who has seen a lot and knows a lot, simply become a puppet of the other party?"

"No matter where this cultivator came from, he was willing to enter the coffin made of lightning-struck peach wood at the cost of his own life. He must have been seeking something, and it is likely that it was a small opportunity to advance to the God Transformation Stage."

Different thoughts arose in Sun Mingsheng's mind, then swirled and disappeared after being overturned, but he was also getting closer to the truth little by little through this kind of calculation.

Of course, the most valuable trophy at present is the coffin made of peach wood struck by lightning. Although it has disappeared in the long river of history for two thousand years, the material itself has not been affected in any negative way.

The peach wood struck by lightning is a rare spiritual material in the world of cultivation, so it naturally cannot be missed at this time. With a flash of light, it was directly taken into Sun Mingsheng's pocket.

Apart from Sun Mingsheng's in-depth research on the tomb and the male cultivator's corpse, Sun Caiwu and Sun Huafeng had also made some discoveries in different areas at this time.

"There are quite a few cultivators in the cultivation world who practice the techniques related to the Baise Sect. Most of them belong to various families or sects, and only a few are independent cultivators."

(End of this chapter)