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Chapter 1281: Chapter 704: The Secret of the Family Division_2 Chapter 1281: Chapter 704: The Secret of the Family Division_2 “Had the Primordial Ancestral Master foreseen that the Baiwu Ancestor would betray him before passing away in meditation?”

“Perhaps,” Zhou Ye said with a melancholic tone.

Before the Primordial Ancestral Master passed away in meditation, he had used the last of his Primordial True Qi to condense the Chaotic Five Elements Extinguishing Divine Thunder into Zhou Ye’s body. The latter even felt some resistance at first, for activating it would also undoubtedly spell his own death.

But now, it seemed that the Primordial Ancestral Master still had far-sighted vision.

Without the Chaotic Five Elements Extinguishing Divine Thunder in his possession, Zhou Ye would probably have already died twice.

“It’s better to keep Chun Yusu for now. After all, you might have to contend with the Xuan Xiao Taoist Palace. Before dealing with this formidable enemy, let’s just placate the situation at Sun Bathing Sea for now.”

Zhou Ye spoke; if they were to kill Chun Yusu now, it would clearly signal to the Baiwu Ancestor that they intended to turn against him.

Before confirming the death of Golden Wind Ancestor, it would be best to avoid making another Nascent Soul Major Faction an enemy.

After hearing this, Chen Mobai nodded and left a message: “Brother Zhou, if there is anything in the future that you need to notify me about, you can leave a message at the Little Nan Mountain Shop within the Hunyuan Immortal City.”

Little Nan Mountain Shop had already spread throughout the entire Eastern Wilderness.

Wherever there was a Fang Market gathering of cultivators, that shop sold talisman paper and talisman ink.

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Flame Country Huo Zhen Palace.

Seated in the Fire Yang Sha Cave, Chen Mobai was practicing the well-mastered Sword Heart technique, guiding strands of dark red currents to merge with a brilliant orange-red light in the palm of his hand, resembling morning dawn.

Although Chen Mobai had not put much effort into the Primordial Yang Sword Secret, his comprehension of the Pure Yang Scroll had already reached an advanced level.

Moreover, in the realm of Sword Dao, he was undoubtedly a grandmaster.

Thus, he had easily upgraded the Primordial Yang Sword Evil to Rank-3.

As a magnificent aureole burst forth with a brilliance spanning ten thousand feet, this cave behind the Fire Truth Palace emitted an extraordinarily bright light.

The light pierced the sky, dispelling the clouds overhead, and it shone like a beam connecting heaven and earth, illuminating all around.

Chen Mobai, with an unhurried demeanor, lifted this Rank-3 Primordial Yang Sword Evil in his palm and directed it toward the Yellow Skin Gourd at his waist.

However, with a crack!

No sooner had the Primordial Yang Sword Evil entered a bit of it than the Yellow Skin Gourd seemed to burst open, unable to withstand it and split apart.

Chen Mobai was slightly taken aback at this sight.

He remembered his Yellow Skin Gourd was merely of Rank-2 quality, and a Rank-3 Sword Evil, for it, was indeed too much.

Chen Mobai immediately halted his actions, retrieving his Pursuing Sun Talisman Brush, and drew reinforcing and fire-resistant talismans on the gourd.

After completing these, he condensed the Primordial Yang Sword Evil in his palm into an orange-red Sword Pill.

This represented the realm of Sword Practicing into Marrow—signifying a mastery of Sword Evil, harmonious and ideal.

Chen Mobai, blessed with a Fire Spirit Body, easily achieved perfection in fire attribute techniques and naturally, the Primordial Yang Sword Evil was no exception.

After containing all the powers of the Sword Evil, he effortlessly placed the orange-red Sword Pill into the Yellow Skin Gourd.

“It seems I need to find a Rank-3 container.”

Chen Mobai thought to himself, after reinforcing with talismans yet seeing the gourd still cracked. He then sealed it up and hung it at his waist.

Actually, the Primordial Yang Sword Evil could also be stored inside his body, but the power enhancement of the Sword Secret was far faster than a cultivator’s physical resilience.

In the Immortal Gate, many cultivators, unable to control their own power when falling into demonic states, had their bodies splinter from the rampant Sword Evil inside.

Thus, in the later stages, sword cultivators in the Immortal Gate generally cultivated the Sword Dao internally and practiced Sword Secrets externally.

Sword bags, sword boxes, sword kettles, and gourds, all served as excellent containers for harboring Sword Evil.

Of course, directly integrating the Sword Evil with one’s own Lifebound Flying Sword was also an excellent method.

Chen Mobai, although with the Morning Bell suppressing his Sea of Consciousness and with virtually no chance of falling into demonic states, still wanted to be prepared for any eventuality.

The power of the Extreme Sun Slash had reached its limit and could not harm his Fire Spirit Body, but the Primordial Yang Sword Evil was different—it could be enhanced up to Rank-5.

By then, he estimated that even a perfected Longevity Dao Body might not withstand it.

Thus, Chen Mobai had always nurtured the Primordial Yang Sword Evil externally.

After the Yellow Skin Gourd had reached its limit, the sentimentally attached Chen Mobai planned to see if he could find a Rank-3 or even a Rank-4 gourd to upgrade.

If that truly wasn’t possible, he’d consider carving a sword box from Rank-4 Everlife Wood.

With these thoughts, Chen Mobai slowly stood up.

The thin dark red currents in the Land of the Dead cave, like a receding tide, contracted back into the depths of the cave.

Having raised the Primordial Yang Sword Evil to Rank-3, this Fire Yang Sha Cave, nurtured by the Fire Truth Palace for decades, was almost drained by him.

If not for the fact that this Fire Yang Evil had little use to Sheng Zhaoxi’s own cultivation, merely good for condensing Divine Thunder Pearls, she might indeed have not been willing to let Chen Mobai make use of it.

“Congratulations Sect Leader, your Sword technique has succeeded!”

Outside the cave, a woman cultivator dressed in red with a beautiful face and voluptuous figure immediately saluted upon seeing Chen Mobai emerge.

She was Sheng Zhaoxi’s disciple, Tan Rong, who had basically stood guard at the cave entrance during Chen Mobai’s cultivation practice.

“Thank you for your hard work, Nephew Tan. Has Sheng Shijie finished her cultivation?”