CHAPTER 653: CHAPTER 521: THE FEAST AT HONGMEN

It looks like Bo Qing and Long Baobao are ready to go all out.

"You two, have you caused enough trouble?" Ye Lingyue scolded in annoyance, pulling apart the two handsome men, one big and one small. "Let’s discuss important matters first. It wasn’t easy for us to infiltrate this place, so we must find a way to break the Prohibition here."

After being glared at by Ye Lingyue, Bo Qing slightly restrained himself.

"Breaking the Prohibition here is not difficult, the key lies in the Spiritual Artifact on Huang Daxian. I can feel it; he’s keeping that Spiritual Artifact close to his body, and getting it won’t be easy," Bo Qing pondered.

"Bo Qing, have you seen Huang Daxian’s Spiritual Artifact?" Ye Lingyue suddenly asked.

"Haha, you’ve asked the right person. I am the famous Treasure Child after all; I know all about Spiritual Artifacts. Huang Daxian’s artifact is called Thunder Bell, a Spiritual Artifact with very special attributes. Its size is about the same as that of an ordinary dog’s bell. Oh, speaking of which, it looks very much like the one hanging around that silly dog’s neck," Bo Qing said, pointing at Little Zhiyo.

Indeed, Little Zhiyo’s neck was adorned with a bell.

Long Baobao got along well with Little Zhiyo. He had treated Little Zhiyo as an ordinary dog before and had cast a bell for it out of gold. Seeing the gold, Little Zhiyo became elated and hung it around its neck.

Upon hearing Bo Qing call him a silly dog, Little Zhiyo was displeased and barked at him several times.

"Similar to this bell?"

Bo Qing spoke thoughtlessly, but Ye Lingyue listened with intent.

She suddenly had an idea.

"We’ll wait until nightfall to discuss further, and see if we can find the opportunity to make a move. As long as we get Huang Daxian’s Spiritual Artifact, driving them away will be easy," she thought.

After inheriting the skills of the Miao Shou Kong Kong Thief Sect, Ye Lingyue had mastered the skill "Stealing Heaven and Changing Earth" exquisitely. She planned to use the Dragon Claw Gloves to seize the opportunity tonight.

Night fell quickly.

After dark, Huang Daxian came to invite Bo Qing and others out for a meal.

In the wilderness, Huang Daxian somehow managed to purchase some fruits and beef and mutton, setting several tables full of them, along with some drinks to entertain and win over Bo Qing.

The bonfire burned brightly, and twenty or thirty disciples of the Green Thunder Dao Sect gathered together.

They had also heard that their Sect Leader had saved a great beauty.

Under the firelight, they saw the woman’s peach blossom eyes and oval face; her captivating gaze could enchant and steal souls at just a glance.

The crowd of disciples were secretly envious, feeling that their Sect Leader had really hit the jackpot this time.

By "her" side were a dark-skinned maid and a very tender-looking small boy.

"Miss Qing’er, come, don’t be so formal, just sit next to me," said Huang Daxian, who was becoming more and more enamored with "Miss Qing’er." He was itching to have her and kept holding Bo Qing’s hand without letting go.

Bo Qing pretended to be shy, her peach blossom eyes drooping, barely suppressing the urge to pull out a knife and chop off Huang Daxian’s hand.

"Sect Leader, it’s so desolate here, when will we depart to return? I’m scared being here in the dark," Bo Qing asked seemingly innocently.

"Miss Qing’er, rest assured, with us here, there will be no danger at night. I used my Yin Yang Eyes earlier and discovered that there is a treasure in this area. Unfortunately, the treasure appears and disappears unpredictably; we need to wait for the right opportunity for it to emerge. Therefore, we are guarding here. At most, in three days, I will take you back to our Green Thunder Dao Sect," Huang Daxian replied without any suspicion, honestly.

It was then that Bo Qing learned that Huang Daxian also knew about the Qiankun Purple Gold Bamboo appearing in this area.

For some reason, the whereabouts of the Qiankun Purple Gold Bamboo were erratic, forcing him to set up camp here.

After downing a few drinks, Huang Daxian began to feel a little tipsy and became quite talkative, referring to Bo Qing as "beauty" instead of "Miss Qing’er."

"Sect Leader, when I was in Beiqing, I saw a mighty Alchemist from the Dan Palace. He could ride a Flying Sword and fly through the skies, which was quite impressive. Can you fly, Sect Leader?" Bo Qing asked again.

"Fly? Beauty, flying is nothing special. My abilities far surpass those of those self-righteous Alchemists from the Dan Palace," Huang Daxian said, belching loudly.

His disciples seized the opportunity to egg him on.

"Sect Leader’s Divine Skills are unrivaled, show us some of your skills!"

The goading heated up Huang Daxian’s head.

He swayed as he stood up.

"Beauty, do you see what’s in my hand?"

From the folds of his robe, Huang Daxian produced a bell.

Ye Lingyue, watching from the shadows, saw that it looked precisely like the one Bo Qing had previously drawn.

It resembled the appearance of gold, no larger than half the size of a palm, with engraved Thunderflashes that, reflected by the campfire, cast a gleaming golden light, appearing both exquisite and adorable.

"It’s just a broken bell," Bo Qing deliberately scorned.

"Beauty, you’re pretty, but you lack experience, no wonder they say women have long hair but short sight," Huang Daxian roared with laughter. "This is no ordinary bell, it’s a Spiritual Artifact. Perhaps you’ve never heard of a Spiritual Artifact; just wait until I command it, and you’ll see what it can do," he said, as Huang Daxian left his seat and moved to a cleared area up front.

He muttered an incantation, and the bell in his palm began humming and emitting a blinding light.

Subsequently, the bell took off into the sky and hovered quietly.

The bell grew from palm-sized to the size of a copper gong.

Inside the bell, there was a clear ’ding’ sound, and the lightning-shaped reliefs sizzled and transformed into several purple electric dragons.

Then came a thunderous boom as a purple flash of thunder ripped through the sky.

The entire sky seemed to be torn in half by the purple flash.

When the purple lightning struck the ground, a patch of forest was instantly annihilated, leaving only charred remains.

Ye Lingyue and Long Baobao were secretly shocked by the formidable power of the Spiritual Artifact.

After finishing his display, Huang Daxian casually, through his Divine Sense, controlled the bell to fly back into his hand and shrink back to its original size.

The entire process was smooth and skillful, like flowing clouds and water.

"Sect Leader, your skills are remarkable, may I take a look at the bell?" Bo Qing feigned flattery.

"Beauty, you can’t handle this Spiritual Artifact. Only those with strong spiritual power can, otherwise, any outsider that touches it will be harmed by the power of thunder and lightning on it, turning into charred ash," Huang Daxian concealed the small bell in his right sleeve before returning with a hearty laugh.

Bo Qing noted this all, her brows slightly furrowed. She glanced at Ye Lingyue and cooed.

"Little Yue, come here. Stand by my side and serve me and the Sect Leader."