350 The Sword Intent Painting (1/2)
Mo Wen was a half-baked immortal cultivator, but he had actually obtained a Calamity Substitute Talisman. One could imagine the ecstasy he felt inside. This spell talisman was rumored to be able to substitute a person who encountered danger. Those who were struck down could be resurrected. It contained the mysterious power of the Law.
In his Immortal Cultivation world, let alone on Earth, it was a most valuable treasure. It was rumored that only ancient immortals could concoct such a divine item. It was a true treasure of the immortals.
Aside from the spell talismans, the jade box had a few bottles with pills stored inside. However, due to the passage of time, the pills inside had all decayed. Even if they used to be worth a fortune and were rare treasures, now they were but a pile of useless mud.
Mo Wen exclaimed in pity. If the forbidden land actually had such unbelievable treasures like the Calamity Substitute Talisman, other things would certainly not be too bad. Unfortunately, very few things could have survived until now.
Mo Wen paced around the secret chamber. He discovered that there were still two things with spiritual energy that had not become completely normal items. The two items were both hanging on the wall. One was a painting and another a tattered straw cape. The painting was preserved quite well, having been framed expertly. As for the straw cape, its appearance was a little ugly, as it was somewhat damaged.
Mo Wen took the straw cape down from the wall. He noticed that it had a rich spiritual aura fluctuation on it. It was a treasure of the immortals. However, it was severely damaged and no longer had the splendor of old. It could only be considered a spiritual weapon level treasure.
The treasures of the immortals were divided into ranks: spiritual level weapon, profound level weapon, treasured level weapon, sacred level weapon, and immortal level weapon.
A spiritual weapon for an ordinary immortal cultivator was something that they could dream of but not get their hands on. However, treasures of the Immortal Cultivation world were rare and precious. Not every immortal cultivator had the qualifications to own one. As for immortal level weapons, they were the stuff of legends. Most likely even the Divine Pill Sect that Mo Wen belonged to did not have one. The appearance of an immortal level weapon was enough to shake the world.
As for what rank the straw cape had been back in the day, Mo Wen also did not know. However, now it could compare with a spiritual weapon. It wasn't any worse than the Ming Jiang Sword, as both were difficult-to-obtain treasures.
This item was different from attacking type treasures. The Jiang Clan patriarch did not know how to use it, and hence it was left in the secret chamber. Mo Wen kept the straw cape right away. Later, when he had time, he would inspect it properly. He then shifted his gaze onto the painting that was hanging on the wall.
It was an ink painting. It was a seemingly endless sea of clouds. On top of the clouds was a mountain. It was not an ordinary mountain, but a Sword Mountain formed from endless Qi of Sword converging together.
Mo Wen's gaze had barely come in contact with the painting, when a loud roar sounded in his mind. The sky and earth went dark, and he nearly spat out a mouthful of blood. The scenery in the painting seemed to have appeared in front of him for real. It caused his mind to enter the world inside. Above the clouds, the Qi of Sword was heavy, rolling in constantly, shredding clouds to pieces as far as the eye could see. The heavens and the earth seemed to collapse and crack under the terrifying Qi of Sword.
”Such frightening sword intent.” Mo Wen's face was pale. He reached out his hand to wipe away the trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. Just looking at the painting had actually injured him! Luckily, he had retracted his mind in an instant. If he had delayed a bit, it would have most likely caused him to be heavily injured.
In an instant, he knew that this painting was no ordinary item. It was certainly not simple. If his guess was correct, there was most likely a remarkable sword technique recorded inside the painting. It was a remarkable sword technique from the Immortal Cultivation world and not an ancient martial arts world teaching. Its power was enough to cleave the heavens and split the earth, causing the sky to collapse.
Mo Wen slowly let out a breath. He carefully stowed the painting away. This item was really not simple. Although he was now just an ancient martial art practitioner and could not learn the remarkable sword technique, all things shared an origin. If he could comprehend even a little snippet of the sword technique of the immortal cultivators, it would benefit him for life.
He went once more around the secret chamber. After he was sure he had not missed anything, only then did Mo Wen leave the secret chamber and exit the treasure trove. Although the treasure trove still had piles of good stuff, there was nothing else that caught Mo Wen's eye.
For example, there was still a pill store filled with assorted ready-made pills. They had all been traded by the Dafang Sect over the years with other factions. Every bottle was priceless. They could speedily increase an ancient martial art practitioner's cultivation or treat serious internal injuries. However, Mo Wen was an alchemist, so he naturally would not bother with ordinary pills.
It was the other people from the Three Aristocratic Families who started drooling after seeing the pill store. How they wished they could just gobble the pills down right there and then.
The reason why the Jiang Clan could be far more prosperous than the other Three Aristocratic Families was because they had hoarded the Dafang Sect's resources. The panaceas and medicines exchanged using the Dafang Sect's resources, divine weapons, and martial arts teachings all ended up in the Jiang Clan's hands. The people from the Three Aristocratic Families did not gain anything. As time went on, naturally there would be a difference between them and the Jiang Clan.
The pills hoarded in the pill store were enough for the members of the Three Aristocratic Families to practice for the next five to six years. It could help the clans raise their capabilities by a tier. Who wouldn't be moved? However, even though they felt compelled, no one dared to covet. After all, Mo Wen was there. Who dared step into that minefield?
A group of Dafang Sect elders surrounded the pill store and couldn't stop looking as they were unwilling to leave. Mo Wen, on the other hand, didn't even look at the pill store and directly turned to leave the underground treasure trove.