101 The Taiqing Sect

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Le Feihuang’s figure halted abruptly. Turning around, he asked, “Sir, what is your intention?”
Pang Yue replied coldly, “Your insolence deserves a slap—ten on each side.”
Le Feihuang’s face immediately lost composure. He glanced at Pang Yue with a mixture of fear and calculation. After a moment of hesitation, he grit his teeth and said, “I failed to recognize a great master. Here is a supreme magical artifact; I offer it as an apology.”
With that, he produced a small, exquisitely crafted dragon boat and presented it with both hands.
He was a man who could adapt and yield when necessary, well versed in the art of flexibility.
This dragon boat was a pinnacle among supreme magical artifacts, worth roughly eight to nine hundred thousand spirit stones!
To save face and rectify his earlier “mistake,” Le Feihuang had reluctantly brought it out.
In the void, a jet-black demonic vine adorned with ten-colored strange flowers silently extended, coiling around the dragon boat before retracting.
Pang Yue smiled broadly. “Friend Le, you are too courteous. Throughout history, cultivators have fallen to pride. Take this as a lesson to ponder upon.”
“I am enlightened!”
Le Feihuang showed a grateful expression and then hurriedly turned away.
Shi Mingfei’s brilliant eyes flickered as she fixed her gaze on Pang Yue, whispering, “Brother Pang, are you truly from the Celestial Demon Sect?”
Because the demonic aura emanating from Pang Yue was at times unfathomably lofty, at others as heavy as a mountain, unlike any ordinary disciple of the demonic path.
Pang Yue smiled faintly, neither confirming nor denying. “The Supreme Profound Iron has been secured. Sister Shi, might you arrange a forging chamber for me?”
“That can be arranged!”
Shi Mingfei smiled. “There is a specialized treasure ground for forging available for rent right here in the marketplace.”
Luo Qingyuan paid little mind to Le Feihuang’s matter.
The Luo family maintained close ties with several elders of the Chongxuan Sect; they were not afraid of a mere Golden Core elder’s son.
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The three exited the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion. Shi Mingfei led them straight to a tall tower on the west side of the marketplace.
The Chongxuan Sect’s true disciple personally arranged a forging chamber for Pang Yue. Then she and Luo Qingyuan left together to continue their stroll.
As for Pang Yue, he set up protective arrays inside the forging chamber, preparing to refine the Dingxuan Mirror.
The Dingxuan Mirror was the magical treasure he had used most frequently in his past life.
This artifact could stabilize the spiritual energy and vitality of all things, sealing away spells and transformations. At higher levels, it could illuminate the Nine Nether Shadows and perceive the void, making it the supreme treasure for trapping or spying on enemies.
At this moment, he sat cross-legged before the forge, producing the Supreme Profound Iron and a pile of auxiliary materials, beginning the process of refinement.
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Yingxian Mountain.

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Within a pavilion atop the mountain, Le Feihuang was conversing with several cultivators.
These cultivators wore elegant blue robes, their spiritual energy flickering like shifting illusions, exuding an aura of unpredictability and sharpness.
Le Feihuang said, “I have sent people to investigate that individual’s background. The results won’t take long. We will need to devise a plan together then.”
This “Friend Wen” was a female cultivator.
She had a sharply elongated face and slender phoenix eyes that were exquisitely delicate.
Clad in an ice-blue palace dress, her phoenix-eyed, pointed-featured countenance might have appeared pitiable or enchanting, yet she bore an expression as cold as ice.
Her strikingly beautiful face gave off the chill of a blade’s edge; even her slender, full figure could not dispel the frostiness.
She sat coldly as if a porcelain doll, expressionless, saying, “Even if they truly are from the Celestial Demon Sect, my Supreme Clarity Sect fears them not.”
Le Feihuang gazed at her perfect figure and could not help but say, “Your sect’s Supreme Clarity Demon Refining Sword Technique is adept at dealing with demonic cultivators, but caution is still warranted.”
“The Celestial Demon, Celestial Sword, and Celestial Zen sects have dominated the Eastern Sea for countless years; there must be good reason for that.”
Wen Muhan said calmly, “At worst, I’ll just give up the Supreme Profound Iron; it’s no big deal.”
Le Feihuang smiled bitterly. “The key is to avoid provoking him again.”
As he spoke, a streak of light flew in through the window.
Le Feihuang reached out, summoning it—transforming into a flying sword that landed in his palm.
He closed his eyes to sense it briefly, then his expression darkened with fury!
Smack!
He slammed the flying sword onto the table and stood abruptly, shouting, “To dare deceive me is blatant insolence!”
The other disciples of the Supreme Clarity Sect quickly asked what had happened.
Le Feihuang ground his teeth, “There are no Celestial Demon Sect disciples at all. That person is merely a true disciple of the True Demon Hall from the Demonic Talisman Sect!”
He sneered coldly, “Chasing wild geese, only to be pecked in the eye by one!”
Wen Muhan remained icy and said, “I don’t care how you deal with him, but the Supreme Profound Iron on him must belong to me.”
Le Feihuang nodded, his face hardening with ruthless determination. “Watch how I kill him.”
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Inside the forging chamber,
before Pang Yue floated a three-inch octagonal mirror.
Its dark side faced upward, densely carved with dragons, snakes, ghosts, birds, beasts, insects, and fish. At the center was a knob, shaped with ancient elegance.
On the knob’s handle were several cryptic ancient characters, shimmering faintly with spiritual light.
The mirror turned gently to reveal its bright side, radiating mystical light and expanding a halo.
This mirror was the Dingxuan Mirror, newly forged by Pang Yue. With only one protective array, it barely qualified as a low-grade magical artifact.
Pang Yue gathered the Dingxuan Mirror and counted on his fingers, realizing he had been in the forging chamber for three full days.
Tomorrow was the Golden Core Ceremony of the Chongxuan Sect!
He hurriedly left the chamber, exited the tall tower, and transformed into a streak of light, flying back to Yingxian Mountain.
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In the pavilion where the Luo family was staying,
Luo Qingyuan held a scroll of silk artwork, absorbed in its details.
Suddenly, a streak of light quietly pierced the room’s protective arrays and flew in.
Luo Qingyuan lifted her beautiful eyes and, for some reason, blushed faintly. She hastily rolled up the scroll and smiled, “If you don’t come back soon, I’ll have to come fetch you myself.”
Pang Yue looked at her curiously and asked, “What were you just looking at?”
Luo Qingyuan shook her head, “Nothing.”
Pang Yue chuckled, pulled her into his embrace, and whispered, “Don’t lie to me. I clearly saw it. Confess quickly.”
The myriad transformations of the demon world, the ever-changing demonic aura—
Though this was a demonic talisman clone of Pang Yue, it was flesh and blood, indistinguishable from the original except for differences in magical power and abilities.
Luo Qingyuan collapsed softly into Pang Yue’s arms. She took out the ancient silk scroll, her eyes misty as she breathed softly, “Look for yourself.”
Pang Yue took it and immediately his expression turned strange.
No wonder Luo Qingyuan’s demeanor and body were unusual—she had been secretly viewing an erotic palace painting.
The three-foot-long silk scroll contained forty-eight vivid, lifelike illustrations.
The artist’s skill was astonishing; not only were the movements natural, but the expressions of men and women were exquisitely realistic and strikingly lifelike.
Pang Yue, having seen many feats of artistry in his past life, was not particularly shocked.
What intrigued him was where Luo Qingyuan had acquired such an item.
Just as he was about to ask, his gaze suddenly fixed on the scroll, unable to look away.

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