The Romance of the Immortal Cauldron

Chapter 2450 Weapon Spirit

"I made the mistake. I will follow the arrangements of the Palace Master."

Zhong Wen took a deep breath, as if he wanted to exhale all the burdens in his heart with this breath.

His voice rang out again, and every word revealed deep relief and liberation.

The tone was no longer filled with the previous fear and anxiety, but was replaced by a sense of openness.

He knew that the mistakes he made had caused irreversible consequences, and now, the Palace Master gave him a chance to atone for his sins. Although this opportunity came with an unknown price, he was willing to accept it.

When Zhong Wen said this, the Palace Master's clone did not respond immediately.

Her eyes calmly swept over a seemingly ordinary large rock nearby.

The stone lies quietly in the corner of the cave. Its surface is rough and there is nothing special about it. It blends in with the surrounding environment. If you take a casual glance at it, it will not attract anyone's attention at all.

She raised her slender fingers slightly, flicked them in the air, and a ray of light shot out from her fingertips.

This spiritual light was like a flickering silk thread, drawing a simple trajectory in the air and landing accurately on the stone.

The moment the spiritual light touched the stone, there was no sound, but it directly merged into the interior of the stone.

The stone was like a living object. Its originally lifeless surface suddenly showed a faint fluctuation, as if it was bearing some kind of force.

Soon after, tiny cracks began to appear in the stone. These cracks spread at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a while, the stone split open with a "crash".

The cracks are like an irregular spider web, covering the entire surface of the stone.

Then, a ray of spiritual light slowly rolled back from the inside of the cracked stone.

When the spiritual light left the stone, it seemed as if it took something away, or as if it had completed a task.

As the spiritual light returned, the Palace Master's clone raised her hand slightly and waved it lightly in the air. The spiritual light was then taken back by her and merged back into her fingertips.

When the spiritual light completely dissipated, everyone's attention was drawn to the thing that appeared in front of the Palace Master's clone.

This is a robe.

This robe looks quite ordinary, and the overall color is black and gray. This color is not uncommon in the world of immortal cultivators, and it can even be said to be somewhat simple.

However, the nine cloud patterns embroidered on it are extremely eye-catching.

These nine cloud patterns are all blood red in color, forming a sharp contrast with the black and gray background, making the robe look particularly strange.

Matthew, who was standing by, was staring at the robe, his body leaning forward slightly, his eyes full of surprise and expectation.

This is exactly the Jiushao Baixiuyi that he had come here to look for after going through so much hardship.

He didn't expect that this treasure was hidden in that inconspicuous big stone. This was really beyond his expectation.

Before, I never realized that the Jiushao Baixiuyi was hidden in such an ordinary place.

If it weren't for the Palace Master's clone's intervention, he himself would probably have found it difficult to find this deeply hidden treasure even if he searched every corner of the cave.

"This Nine Shao Hundred Embroidered Robe will be of great use to Matthew. As punishment for your mistake, I will make you the spirit of the Nine Shao Hundred Embroidered Robe."

The Palace Master's clone now shifted his gaze from the robe to Zhong Wen. His eyes were calm and firm, his voice was cold and without any ups and downs, and there was an unquestionable majesty in his words.

This majesty is not deliberate, but more like a unique temperament that is innate.

Without waiting for Zhong Wen to reply, the Palace Master's clone continued, "But don't worry, I will leave a trace of your soul, and when I recover, I will revive you."

Although her words were still calm, they revealed a rare tolerance and kindness.

When he said this, Zhong Wen did not hesitate at all.

Although the fire in his eyes still retained a trace of complex emotions, it was more of a calmness.

He nodded and agreed immediately, without any hesitation in his voice: "I will follow the arrangements of the Palace Master."

He spoke these words clearly and firmly, as if he was ready to pay everything for this punishment.

After Zhong Wen finished speaking, his skeletal body shook slightly.

Then, a faint light slowly overflowed from his body. The light was blood-red, like a lively silk thread.

Zhong Wen's body began to gradually become transparent, and a faint blood-colored gas gradually floated out of his body.

The gas was swirling around him. Seeing this, the Palace Master's clone did not stay for long and immediately reached out his hand.

She waved her slender fingers, and a gentle force enveloped the blood-colored gas.

The force was like an invisible net, gently gathering the bloody gas and then slowly bringing it into her palm.

Throughout the entire process, the Palace Master's clone's movements were gentle and natural, without any panic, as if this was a common occurrence and she was just following a simple procedure.

Afterwards, the Palace Master's clone's fingers moved back to the Jiushao Baixiuyi in front of him.

She stretched out her finger and lightly touched the Jiushao Baixiuyi.

The nine cloud patterns on the robe suddenly lit up as if they were injected with life.

The blood-red color became brighter and brighter, and the light danced like a flame, full of vitality and power.

Seeing this, Zhong Wen still did not hesitate at all.

His body gradually turned into a ray of blood light, which quickly penetrated into the Jiushao Baixiuyi like a meteor across the night sky.

When the blood light transformed by Zhong Wen merged into it, Jiushao Baixiuyi was like a giant beast that was awakened. All of a sudden, the whole robe was completely wrapped in the blood-colored light.

The light was like a layer of flowing blood, rolling and surging on the surface of the robe, completely covering the original black and gray color of the robe and the nine blood-colored cloud patterns.

At this moment, the cave became extremely quiet, with only the light emitted by the Jiushao Baixiu Robe flickering.

Everyone was attracted by this scene, their eyes fixed on the robe wrapped in light.

Matthew was even more focused, because he knew it would be his turn next.

In this light, the Jiushao Baixiuyi seemed to begin to change.

The originally slightly rough cloth slowly became soft under the shining light, as if it had life, swaying gently with the rhythm of the light.

The light of the nine blood-colored cloud patterns also became deeper and more mysterious.

The blood light transformed by Zhong Wen completely merged with the Jiushao Baixiu Robe. As the light shone, one could faintly feel that a powerful force was being nurtured in this robe.

This power is like a sleeping beast about to wake up, and it contains endless possibilities.

The Palace Master's clone looked at this scene and nodded slightly.