Dongting Immortal Clan

"Come with me."

Guan Chengfeng lowered his voice and beckoned to Chen Dajiang, looking somewhat mysterious.

Chen Dajiang's heart stirred slightly, knowing that they weren't there to exchange pleasantries, so he didn't ask any further questions and silently followed.

The two walked one after the other through the tents and soon arrived at a secluded corner on the outskirts of the camp.

In the distance, the shadows of mountains loomed, while nearby, the wind howled.

Guan Chengfeng stopped, glanced around to make sure no one was around, and then took out an inconspicuous gray cloth storage bag from his pocket.

With a flow of magical power, he took two items out of his storage bag.

Under the dim moonlight, Chen Dajiang's gaze was quickly drawn to it.

It was clearly a long stick and a large bow.

The stick is over five feet long, completely black and dull, with an ancient and simple design, exuding a sense of weight and solidity.

The bow is crimson, as if it had been forged in flames, with faint dark gold runes flowing across its arms, exuding a sharp and fierce aura.

"This was sent to you by Fellow Daoist Changhe through someone."

Guan Chengfeng handed the two items forward and said in a deep voice:

"The Red Obsidian Bow took some time to repair, so it was only delivered today."

Chen Dajiang first grasped the black stick, which felt slightly heavy in his hand.

However, the weight was just right for him. With a slight exertion, he easily swung the staff with one hand, creating a powerful gust of wind.

After waving it twice, Chen Dajiang tried to infuse it with magical power.

Suddenly, a faint red light appeared on the stick, and its weight increased several times over.

Chen Dajiang was startled at first, then overjoyed. He braced himself with his waist and horse stance, and continued to pour his magic power into his hand. The long staff in his hand became heavier and heavier, as if it had the force of a thousand pounds and could sweep away all enemies.

"Good stick!"

Chen Dajiang couldn't help but give a soft thumbs-up:

"The deeper the magic power, the heavier the staff's strike... it's like it was made just for me!"

Guan Chengfeng watched from the side, a complex expression on his face.

When Zhou Yan handed over the item, he also tried it. The black stick itself was heavy, and even with his cultivation level, it was quite difficult to wield it after he infused it with magic power.

But unexpectedly, in Chen Dajiang's hands, it was as if he handled a heavy task with ease.

"No wonder Master said he was best suited to wield such heavy weapons; he was a born strongman!"

"With this weapon by my side."

Guan Chengfeng thought to himself:

"Even against a fourth-realm Golden Marrow cultivator, they might not be without a fighting chance. A Spirit Treasure Realm physical body can't withstand this blow."

The physical body of a Spirit Realm cultivator is not yet invulnerable to swords and spears.

Even if someone is truly focused on body training, being hit by such a heavy weapon would either kill them or leave them crippled.

Chen Dajiang's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he slammed the black stick into the muddy ground beside him.

The stick tip sank half a foot into the ground with a "whoosh," standing firmly like a towering iron pillar.

Then, he turned his gaze to the Crimson Bow.

He couldn't resist reaching out to take it the moment he saw it.

I gently took it, and a warm, smooth sensation spread through my body as I bent over.

He tried to draw the bow; the string was strong, but his years of honed arm strength were enough to control it.

When the bowstring was taut to its fullest extent, the dark gold patterns on the bow arm lit up one by one, as if a sleeping beast had been suddenly awakened and was about to devour people!

"After being repaired by the Zhao family's weapon refiners, the Crimson Bow is now a mid-grade spiritual treasure magic weapon."

Guan Chengfeng stood with his hands behind his back, speaking solemnly:

"Even a cultivator at the Golden Marrow Realm would be seriously injured if hit by an arrow."

Upon hearing this, Chen Dajiang recalled the three evil cultivators he had encountered a few days ago. He had fired seven arrows in succession, but could only inflict minor injuries on them.

"If only I had obtained this bow sooner, and then infused it with magical power..."

Chen Dajiang seemed to see in his mind a crimson arrow shooting out, breaking through the murderous aura and piercing through the opponent's body.

"Thank you for bringing me this magical artifact, fellow Daoist!"

Chen Dajiang carried the Crimson Bow on his back and bowed solemnly to Guan Chengfeng.

Guan Chengfeng waved his hand slightly and earnestly warned:

"Although the ritual implements are excellent, they still need to be nurtured and cared for. Furthermore..."

"These two magical artifacts cannot be stored in ordinary storage bags, so you can only carry them with you at all times."

He looked up, his gaze sweeping over the distant, flickering lights of the campsite, and lowered his voice even further:

"Most of the rogue cultivators in this camp have nothing of value. If you suddenly bring these two magical artifacts in, it will inevitably attract attention and arouse envy."

"Be careful in everything you do."

Chen Dajiang nodded, his expression calm:

"I know what's important."

Without magical artifacts, he could easily sweep away these rogue cultivators with his spear and arrow skills.

Now that he has the magical artifact in hand, he feels more confident even when facing those evil cultivators again.

He carefully straightened the bowstring, then pulled the black stick that had sunk into the soil from the ground with a backhand, weighing it in his palm.

The two ritual implements together were quite heavy, but for Chen Dajiang, who had shed his wooden form, it was still within his tolerance.

The night wind swept through the camp, carrying the hushed conversations of the monks on night watch in the distance.

Chen Dajiang bid farewell to Guan Chengfeng, shouldered his black stick, and turned back to the wooden shed.

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Several untrained monks were eating dry rations by the campfire in the wooden shed. When they saw him enter, all their eyes turned to him.

The black stick was completely black without any patterns, but its heavy weight made it clear at a glance that it was no ordinary object.

On the other side, a red longbow was carried on his back, its bow standing out prominently in the firelight.

"Hey, Brother Dajiang, what's this...?"

He Wu put down the half-eaten pancake in his hand, got up and walked closer, reaching out to touch the black stick.

"Sent from home."

Chen Dajiang loosened his grip slightly, letting him feel the weight.

He Wu subconsciously tried to lift it, and his expression changed slightly. He couldn't lift it with one hand; he had to use both hands to barely raise the black stick by an inch.

"Good heavens, this is so heavy!"

He gasped, and when he looked at Chen Dajiang again, his eyes had completely changed.

"Can you make it work?"

Chen Dajiang took it with one hand, casually swung it, and the black stick sliced ​​through the air, bringing with it a muffled whistling sound.

He Wu subconsciously took a half step back, clicked his tongue, and remained silent, but his eyes were filled with apprehension.

Chen Dajiang must be no ordinary person to be able to wield such a heavy weapon.

Beside him, the tall, thin man also stepped forward, his eyes fixed intently on the Crimson Bow, wanting to reach out and touch it like He Wu, but Chen Dajiang casually stopped him.

"This bow looks quite unusual."

The tall, thin man sheepishly withdrew his hand and gave a dry laugh.

"The Chen family of Biyue is, after all, a cultivation family under the rule of the Immortal Sect, so they must have something extraordinary about them."

The other person muttered under their breath.

Chen Dajiang didn't reply. He leaned the black stick against the corner of the wall, took off the Red Obsidian Bow, hung it on the protrusion of the wooden pillar, and then sat back down in his bunk.

The people inside the wooden shed could no longer stay quiet.

Several rogue cultivators whispered among themselves, their eyes occasionally glancing at the black staff and the crimson bow.

"Isn't the Chen family of Biyue ranked at the bottom of the social hierarchy? How come they're being so generous?"

"What do you know? The third son of that family is in the inner sect of the Taixu Sect. He's a genuine immortal talent! Even if a little bit slips through their fingers, it'll keep us busy for ten years."

"That black stick must be worth at least this much..."

Someone gestured to themselves.

"That red bow is probably even more expensive."

Although the sounds were low, Chen Dajiang had keen hearing and heard them clearly.

He remained calm and did not seem to care, simply closing his eyes to rest.

Without anyone noticing, He Wu moved over and sat down next to him, lowering his voice to say:

"The Great River".

"Keep this safe. There are many people in the shed with conflicting thoughts, so be vigilant at night and don't leave it behind."

Chen Dajiang nodded, picked up the black stick from the corner of the wall, and placed it next to his bunk. He also took down the Crimson Bow and placed it under the dry grass.

When he lay down, his hand rested on the black stick.

……

For the next few days, Chen Dajiang continued to follow the logistics team in and out of the canyon every day.

The evil cultivators have stopped appearing to harass the camp, but the camp is becoming more and more noisy every day.

Two more deacons at the Qi Refining Realm arrived from the Taixu Sect, accompanied by about ten disciples.

Five or six people from Hengyue Sect arrived, and Lujiang Cave Heaven also sent a new small team.

Seven or eight more families from surrounding counties came to practice cultivation.

The camp gradually expanded from the initial few dozen people to nearly two hundred.

The encirclement was getting smaller and smaller, but the place where the evil cultivators were hiding was in a dangerous place with ravines and evil energy that obscured their spiritual senses. Several attempts to suppress them failed, and some people were lost instead.

Yuan Hecheng's expression grew uglier day by day.

That evening, Chen Dajiang returned after delivering supplies. As soon as he entered the wooden shed, he overheard several rogue cultivators discussing something.