Treasure Distribution Cliff: A Scramble for Treasures

Everyone was thrilled at the prospect of obtaining spiritual treasures, but they still rose one after another to bow in thanks toward the Dao Platform.

Then they began to file out, Qing Xuan's group included. When Qing Xuan stepped out of the Purple Cloud Palace, he saw numerous light clusters flickering atop the Treasure Distribution Cliff.

"Let's each seize our own treasures and regroup afterward," Qing Xuan said, then flew toward the spiritual treasures.

Hong Yun and the others scattered as well. Qing Xuan headed straight for the ten largest clusters of light.

He saw that the Three Pure Ones, Jie Yin, Zhunti, and the others all had the same target as him.

With many people and few treasures, it was inevitable that two would contend for one treasure. Qing Xuan was fortunate—the treasure he intended to claim happened to have only him approaching.

Qing Xuan reached out and collected the treasure. He hadn't expected such luck; what appeared in his hand was a small banner.

"The Northern Profound Origin Water Control Banner, obtained without any effort. I've actually assembled the Five Directions Innate Banners, hahahaha!" Even if Qing Xuan gained nothing else after collecting this treasure, he had already come out ahead.

Qing Xuan looked around and his eyes lit up. Di Jun and Yuanshi were fighting over the last large light cluster.

Qing Xuan hurried forward, reached out, and took it. Yuanshi saw this and roared in fury.

"Qing Xuan, you're asking for death!"

Yuanshi had just knocked Di Jun away and now attacked Qing Xuan, striking at him with the Jade Ruyi in his hand.

"Yuanshi, treasures belong to those capable of claiming them!"

Qing Xuan brought out the Primordial Halberd and sent Yuanshi flying with full force, then claimed the treasure.

"Hahahaha, the Qian Kun Cauldron! Yuanshi, this treasure has no connection to you. Go snatch other treasures—any later and there'll be nothing left."

Yuanshi's face darkened, but he didn't contend with Qing Xuan. As Qing Xuan had said, seizing treasures was the priority now.

Qing Xuan put away the treasure and rushed toward the others.

"High-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure Yin Yang Mirror, High-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure Eight Sceneries Palace Lantern, Mid-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure Nine Heavenly Light Divine Blades, Mid-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure Purple Lightning Hammer—excellent, excellent!" Qing Xuan was happily collecting treasures when he suddenly heard a shout.

"Master, save me!"

In the distance, Peng Xuan had reverted to his original form and was flying toward Qing Xuan, with a Daoist in pursuit.

"How dare you! Laying a hand on my disciple!" Qing Xuan flew into a rage, grabbed the Primordial Halberd, and shot over.

Seeing his master approach, Peng Xuan transformed into human form, quickly hid behind Qing Xuan, and pointed at the Daoist.

"Master, I relied on my speed to snatch this man's treasure, but then he tried to kill me. I couldn't beat him, so I came to find you.

Hey, you Daoist, get lost now, or my master might accidentally kill you!" Peng Xuan first explained the situation, then taunted the Daoist.

Hearing this, the Daoist burned with rage and shouted at Qing Xuan.

"Daojun Qing Xuan, your disciple stole my spiritual treasure. I demand an explanation!"

Qing Xuan laughed at this.

"My disciple stole your treasure? That's because you're not skilled enough, and you come asking me for an explanation!

You scared my disciple—shouldn't you be giving me an explanation?"

"Fine, fine, fine. I've long heard that Daojun Qing Xuan's magic power is boundless. Today, let me, Jue Mu Dao Ren, test it for myself!" Jue Mu Dao Ren laughed in fury, never expecting Qing Xuan to be so unreasonable. He immediately prepared to settle things with force.

"Heaven and Earth Severing!"

Jue Mu Dao Ren held a long sword, and a sword light slashed toward Qing Xuan.

Qing Xuan had a sudden inspiration and brought out the Spirit Devouring Blood Mosquito Banner. Thinking that he had never used this treasure since refining it, he decided to test its power on this man.

"Myriad Mosquitoes Devour Souls, go!"

The Blood Mosquito Banner transformed into a hundred billion Blood Red Black Mosquitoes, surrounding Jue Mu Dao Ren.

"What is this?"

Jue Mu Dao Ren cried out in terror, feeling his magic power rapidly draining away, and even his Primordial Spirit being slowly absorbed.

"No! I was wrong! Daojun Qing Xuan, I was wrong! Spare me! Spare—" The Blood Red Black Mosquitoes formed a crimson sphere, and Jue Mu Dao Ren's despairing voice grew fainter and fainter until it vanished entirely.

"Return!"

Qing Xuan waved his hand and recalled the treasure. The hundred billion blood mosquitoes all streamed back into his hand, transforming back into an unremarkable small crimson banner.

Everyone looked toward where Jue Mu Dao Ren had been, only to see a human-shaped skeleton clatter to the ground.

"Shh!"

Gasps erupted all around. Those who witnessed it trembled all over, their faces filled with terror as they quickly moved away from Qing Xuan.

"What spiritual treasure is this? To have such power!"

"How terrifying. Is this the famed Daojun Qing Xuan of Three Immortal Islands?"

"Must not make an enemy of him! Must not make an enemy of him!"

Murmurs spread all around. Qing Xuan heard them but paid no attention—he himself had been startled by the Spirit Devouring Blood Mosquito Banner's power.

"M-Master, what spiritual treasure is this?" Peng Xuan's voice trembled from behind.

"Nothing. We'll talk when we get back." Qing Xuan put away the treasure and said no more. He glanced at Jue Mu Dao Ren's corpse, knew even his spiritual treasure had been drained dry, and left with Peng Xuan without another look.

Qing Xuan flew around with Peng Xuan, searching for targets. Suddenly his eyes brightened—he saw Jie Yin contending for a treasure, protected by the Twelve-grade Merit Golden Lotus.

[Spiritual Treasure, here I come!] Qing Xuan was delighted in his heart and quickly stepped forward. Seeing this, Jie Yin immediately grew wary, abandoning even the Spiritual Treasure as he swiftly dodged to the side.

Qing Xuan paid him no mind and spoke to Jie Yin.

"Jie Yin, I need a Golden Lotus Seed. Give it to me, how about it?"

Jie Yin heard this and asked in confusion.

"Qing Xuan, you shouldn't be lacking in Spiritual Treasures. What use do you have for the seed?"

"What use I have, you need not know. This is a High-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, the Purple Gold Alms Bowl. I'll trade this Spiritual Treasure for two seeds."

Jie Yin's eyes lit up at the sight. Although the Merit Golden Lotus seeds were rare, even with cultivation, they could only yield a Nine-Rank Merit Golden Lotus, a Low-grade Spiritual Treasure. While decent, it couldn't compare to the Purple Gold Alms Bowl.

Still, Jie Yin asked cautiously.

"Truly?"

"Rest assured, I'll give it to you first. Catch!"

Zhunti caught the Spiritual Treasure Qing Xuan tossed over, his mind still dazed, and then took out two seeds, handing them to Qing Xuan. Jie Yin quickly left, afraid Qing Xuan might change his mind.

Qing Xuan put away the seeds, a smile spreading across his face as he thought.

[It's done. Once the seeds mature, I can proceed to the next step!]

Qing Xuan had originally wanted to find Minghe, but looking around, he dismissed the idea and took Peng Xuan to find Hong Yun and the others.

The Spiritual Treasures on the Treasure Distribution Cliff were quickly collected. Qing Xuan gathered with Hong Yun and the other, both of them beaming with joy, clearly having reaped great rewards.

"You two, I'm taking my disciple back to the Three Immortal Islands. Care to join us?" Qing Xuan asked with a smile.

"No, no. I'm heading back to Huoyun Palace. I snatched a ton of Spiritual Treasures this time—it was awesome. I need to go back and refine them."

"Indeed, I'm returning to Wuzhuang Temple to digest this harvest."

The two declined. Then the group returned to the Primordial Continent and parted ways. Qing Xuan flew toward the Three Immortal Islands with Peng Xuan.

At that moment on the Three Immortal Islands, Qing Xuan's other disciples were gathered together, eating hotpot.

"Senior Brother, why isn't Master back yet?" Bi Xiao asked Kong Xuan, quite curious about where their master had gone to play, having been away for several thousand years.