Immortal Treasure

Wang Yun considered himself a man who had seen his fair share of grand spectacles, but at the sight before him, his stomach churned violently. His face turned pale, his Adam's apple bobbed repeatedly, and he nearly vomited on the spot.

His wife, Zhang Lanhua, who was peering out from beside him, took one look and immediately doubled over, retching with a loud "wah" as tears and snot smeared across her face.

Jiang Tian slowly lifted his feet, walking toward Wang Yun step by step.

Rainwater streamed down his cheeks, washing away the bloodstains to reveal the young, indifferent face beneath.

"Wait!"

Wang Yun's eyelids twitched violently, his face contorting as he forced a smile, his voice laced with a fawning tone: "Jiang Tian, there doesn't seem to be any deep-seated hatred between us."

As he said this, a flash of pain crossed his eyes, but he gritted his teeth and continued: "It was just a son. I'm not even fifty yet; I can always have another. Why don't we bury the hatchet here... how about it?"

He pointed toward the carriage behind him, his voice rising in pitch: "That carriage full of gold, silver, and valuables—I will give it all to you. From this day forward, let the past turn to smoke. You take your high road, and I'll take my low road."

"How about it?"

Jiang Tian stopped in his tracks.

Wang Yun felt a slight sense of relief, thinking there was a chance, and the smile on his face grew a bit brighter.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Tian suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha!"

The laughter rang out with startling clarity through the curtain of rain.

Wang Yun's temples throbbed. He didn't understand what Jiang Tian was laughing at, but he forced himself to maintain a smile: "Brother Jiang Tian, what are you laughing at?"

"What am I laughing at?"

The smile on Jiang Tian's face faded bit by bit, his expression turning as cold as ice as he said, word by word: "If I kill you, won't all these things be mine anyway?"

Before the words had even faded, he stomped hard on the ground. His figure left a trail of afterimages in the rain, like a bolt of black lightning, lunging straight at Wang Yun on the carriage.

He threw a punch, three types of Momentum weaving and colliding on his fist. The force of the strike carried a sharp, whistling sound as it bore down on Wang Yun's face.

"You arrogant brat! You go too far!"

Wang Yun's expression changed drastically. One hand reached into his robes while the other violently grabbed his wife.

Before Zhang Lanhua could even react in her shock, he flung his own wife out like a human shield, directly into the path of Jiang Tian's fist.

Zhang Lanhua was merely an ordinary person with no martial cultivation whatsoever.

She was like a piece of soft tofu struck by a heavy hammer; under the impact of the fist, she exploded into a mist of blood, not even having the time to let out a scream.

The blood mist filled the air, staining Jiang Tian's vision a dark, murky red.

The residual force of the punch slammed into the carriage where Wang Yun had been standing, shattering it into a thousand splinters. Wood chips flew and fabric scraps fluttered in the wind.

Yet, Wang Yun stood there completely unscathed.

Jiang Tian's pupils constricted, his eyes filled with astonishment.

A pale yellow, translucent bell was shielding Wang Yun within it.

The bell did not look like a physical object; it was composed of something illusory, giving off an ethereal, shifting feeling, yet it was incredibly solid, like an invisible wall of copper and iron.

The force of Jiang Tian's punch had slammed into it, but the bell didn't budge, not even leaving a mark.

One had to realize that he was now a Transformation Energy martial artist; a punch like that could have left a massive dent even in a real brass bell.

"Hahahaha!"

Wang Yun laughed wantonly inside the bell, his voice filled with triumph and arrogance. There was no trace of grief on his face for his wife's gruesome death, as if the person he had just thrown away was nothing more than a worn-out trinket.

"Don't waste your effort! This Yellow Bell is an immortal treasure I obtained in my youth. A mortal like you cannot break it."

Immortal treasure?

Jiang Tian's gaze narrowed. He walked up to the bell and reached out to touch it.

The texture was cold and smooth as a mirror, feeling like a real, physical object rather than something illusory.

This world, just as he had suspected, was not simple.

Did immortals truly exist in this world?

His breakthrough to Transformation Energy had already extended his lifespan by sixty years.

But with the system in his possession, he was absolutely unwilling to stop here.

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He took a deep breath, planted his feet, and drew back his arm. Invisible energy surged through his entire limb, and three types of Momentum emerged—Tiger in a Cage, Bear in the Cave, and Deer in the Snow—intertwining and coiling around his fist.

He threw the punch!

"Clang—!"

A deafening bell toll exploded through the rain. The rainwater above Jiang Tian's head was shattered by the sound waves into a white, misty spray that dispersed in all directions.

The wall of the bell remained unmoved, without even a single hairline fracture upon it.

His entire arm was numbed by the shock, and the web between his thumb and index finger throbbed with pain.

"Hahaha!" Wang Yun laughed from inside the bell, shaking his head triumphantly. "How could a mortal like you break such a celestial treasure with mere fists and kicks? Don't waste your effort! That cart of gold and silver behind you is more than enough for you to use; why must you insist on fixating on me..."

His response was yet another punch.

"Clang—!"

This punch unleashed all five types of Momentum at once.

The five types of Momentum fused perfectly on his fist, erupting with unprecedented power.

The large bell trembled violently, and the faint yellow light radiating from it seemed to dim, losing some of its brilliance.

Yet, there was still not a single crack on the bell's wall.

Jiang Tian did not stop.

One punch, another punch, and then another.

He was like a tireless machine, smashing his fists into the Yellow Bell one after another. The skin on his knuckles split from the impact, and blood trickled down between his fingers, blooming into a pale red in the rain, yet he seemed not to feel the pain, his gaze remaining as resolute as ever.

"Clang—!"

"Clang—!"

The sound of the bell exploded continuously through the curtain of rain, each toll deeper and more urgent than the last.

As he rained down blow after blow, the yellow light on the bell grew increasingly faint, flickering like an oil lamp about to burn out.

He threw another punch.

"Crack—"

A faint, crisp sound rang out, like thin ice beginning to shatter on a frozen lake.

A tiny crack appeared on the wall of the bell; it was as thin as a spiderweb, yet it pierced Wang Yun's heart like a blade.

The crack began to spread slowly in all directions like an opening spiderweb. Although it showed no immediate sign of shattering, the mere existence of that gap caused Wang Yun's expression to change drastically.

His Adam's apple bobbed, a fine layer of sweat emerged on his forehead, and the clothes on his back were soaked through with cold sweat.

This celestial treasure... it couldn't really be smashed by Jiang Tian, could it?

Jiang Tian took a deep breath, stepped back, and crouched slightly, like a bow pulled to its limit.

Force surged, whipping up gusts of wind. The rainwater in the air was drawn in by these gusts, forming a small vortex around his arm.

At this moment, Jiang Tian kneaded all five types of Momentum into this single punch.

He compressed the force, and then compressed it again.

"Break—for me!!!"

He threw the punch.

The rain around Jiang Tian was completely cleared away before this strike, as if an invisible giant hand had forcibly torn a gap through the curtain of rain.

"Clang—!"

This sound was louder than any before, so loud it nearly tore his eardrums apart.

"Crack—"

Another crisp sound.

Large swaths of cracks began to spread across the Yellow Bell—one, two, three... The cracks crawled over the entire surface of the bell like wild, growing vines.

And then—

"Boom!"

The entire Yellow Bell exploded, shattering into countless bright yellow fragments that scattered through the rain like a golden downpour.

The very moment it shattered, Wang Yun's left hand moved.