Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace

It seems this long spear is that top grade magical artifact. Just the Power of Thunder it exudes is enough to send him flying and shatter his protective True Qi. How formidable must it be when fully activated?

In Chen Mo’s eyes, an uncontainable heat surged as he advanced again toward that long spear, chanting the technique he learned from Ji Xi’Er.

Then, a surprising scene unfolded. Under the incantation of the technique, the thunder surrounding that long spear dissipated, and the blue rune on the spear dimmed, rendering the entire spear dull and unnoticeable due to its dark color.

As the blue rune dimmed, the spear lost its floating property and fell onto the stone stand.

When Chen Mo raised his hand to pick it up again, nothing unusual occurred.

”So heavy...” Chen Mo merely felt a tremendous weight emanating from it. Using it like this would clearly be strenuous.

”Could it be because it’s not refined yet?” Chen Mo weighed the spear in his hands a few times, but this wasn’t the time for refining since the elder Tian Can, Yuan Kong, and others had also entered the treasure vault, staring directly at him.

Chen Mo temporarily placed the long spear horizontally on the stone stand. The spear was too heavy, making it somewhat laborious to wield in actual combat now.

He looked at Elder Tian Can: ”Aren’t you only after Rama’s Remains? I didn’t stop you, so why haven’t you left yet?”

Not wanting to hide it, Elder Tian Can directly pointed out, seeing through Chen Mo’s feigned ignorance: ”What about the Supreme Divine Skill from Rama’s body?”

”I don’t understand what you’re saying.” Chen Mo knew the Supreme Divine Skill Elder Tian Can mentioned was probably the True Explanation of the Minor Profound Technique, but how could Chen Mo be willing to give it away, considering its power described?

”Prince Zhen Nan, do you really want it this way? If you want it, I can copy a copy for you once we’re out.” Elder Tian Can squinted slightly.

”I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” If Chen Mo agreed, it would be an admission that he had it. If he gave it away, who knows if it can even be copied once outside.

Moreover, Chen Mo didn’t need to fear him at all.

”Get out immediately, or don’t blame me for being unkind to you.” Chen Mo’s attitude hardened.

Elder Tian Can’s expression darkened, knowing Chen Mo intended to keep it all to himself, shouted: ”Then let this old man experience the high skills of Prince Zhen Nan.”

The broadsword was unsheathed, bringing a sharp gleam in the treasure vault. Elder Tian Can’s left hand wielded the sword rotating swiftly like the wind, while his right hand turned into a spinning sharp claw, attacking Chen Mo from both sides.

”Insolent!”

Chen Mo shouted fiercely, unleashing Heaven and Earth Lose Color, instantaneously enveloping the entire treasure vault in black and white hues. Everyone inside suddenly felt their movements slow.

”Heaven and Earth Lose Color...” Elder Tian Can’s eyes sank a bit, then he saw Chen Mo bring out a small furnace. A moment later, the small furnace levitated, expanding hundreds of times, a fire chain shot out fiercely striking Elder Tian Can, leaving a pitch-black scorch mark on his chest, sending him flying into a pile of jewels.

Everyone present was immediately taken aback.

As a First Grade Martial Artist well-reputed in Jiangnan Martial Arts, even Elder Tian Can couldn’t get close to Chen Mo and was defeated in a single move, instantly intimidating everyone.

”Cough cough, please calm down, Prince Zhen Nan, I have nothing to do with it, I don’t know him, please proceed, please proceed...”

The Poison King hurriedly smiled flatteringly, stepping back cautiously, and when Chen Mo wasn’t paying much attention, he flicked his sleeve, sending a porcelain bottle smashing onto the stone stand, spreading a strange fragrance from the broken bottle, quickly permeating the treasure vault.

”Make a move, the Foundation Establishment Pill is under his feet.” The Poison King and Chang Wuming immediately attacked, pressing toward Chen Mo.

Hearing the words ’Foundation Establishment Pill,’ all the martial arts elites in the treasure vault turned towards this direction, discovering several simple wooden boxes at Chen Mo’s feet, one of which was inscribed with the words ’Foundation Establishment Pill’ in Nan Zhou’s script, a flicker of heat in their eyes.

Even if the Foundation Establishment Pill isn’t something they can have, who wouldn’t have thoughts when such a treasure is right before their eyes?

But in a second, there was a thud, and one by one fell asleep.

”It’s a sedative.” Wu Xin’Er inhaled a bit, feeling a wave of drowsiness overcome her, quickly holding her breath to stay awake.

Ji Xi’Er wasn’t so lucky; she fell asleep the moment she smelled the fragrance.

The only ones not affected by the fragrance were the Poison King, Chang Wuming, Yuan Kong, and three others. Even Chen Mo, Jiang Ruoqing, and He Pingzhou, having inhaled some without timely precaution, found their heads feeling slightly groggy, hurriedly holding their breath, unable to speak unaffected like the Poison King and his group.

However, even holding their breath and protecting Wu Xin’Er, the Poison King and his group were no match for Chen Mo and his companions.

The three unleashed their full strength, the aura of three First Grade Martial Artists causing a slight contraction in Yuan Kong and his group’s pupils.

Seeing this, the Poison King and Chang Wuming had already decided to retreat. Didn’t the information say only Prince Zhen Nan and He Pingzhou were First Grade? How did three First Grade Martial Artists emerge?

Chen Mo and Jiang Ruoqing exchanged a glance.

He manipulated the fire chain from the Heaven-Burning Furnace to lash at Yuan Kong, while Jiang Ruoqing stomped heavily on the ground, displaying her most proficient Earth Tier advanced swordsmanship martial arts, stabbing towards the people around Yuan Kong.

Since they’re with the lascivious monk, they’re no better; we’ll eliminate them all together.

”Amitabha.”

Seeing the chain with golden flames sweeping towards him, knowing he can’t evade within Heaven and Earth Lose Color, Yuan Kong raised his right hand, bringing his joined fingers up before him.

A resounding ”clang” was heard as a golden bell’s virtual image enveloped Yuan Kong, the fire chain struck the golden bell.

”Golden Bell Shield.”

This thought flashed through Chen Mo’s mind, not the first time he had seen it, having dealt with a monk with Golden Bell Shield before.

Murmuring softly, he incanted the technique, another fire chain shot out fiercely from the Heaven-Burning Furnace, striking the golden bell’s virtual image, which cracked after just an instant, sending Yuan Kong flying.

”Pfft...” A mouthful of dark red blood spurted from Yuan Kong’s mouth, a charred mark on his kasaya. As he saw the fire chain about to strike again, Yuan Kong shouted lightly: ”Master Zheng, Master Ouyang, Master Fan, if not now, when?”

”Boom!”

The sound of breaking wind came, Chen Mo swiftly retreated, and a small pit was blasted out where he had just stood by True Qi.