The Sacred Leaves Family's Wishes for Peace-Chapter 171: Hundred Battles Spear Skills

"We’re here!"

After fending off numerous demon beasts and malevolent spirits along the way, Baili Moxue, guided by the map within the jade slip, led Yun Yantian and his sister to an ancient, decrepit temple.

The sight before them exuded an air of profound antiquity.

The outer walls had long been reduced to mere sand and dust.

The courtyard was overgrown with wild grass, and the fragmented roof clung stubbornly to the broken structure, its tiles rattling eerily in the mountain winds.

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In the cold night, the sound was haunting—like the whispered murmurs of countless specters, sending chills down their spines and raising the hairs on the back of their necks.

"Big Sister Baili, are you sure this is the place?" Yun Yanshuang asked, her curiosity piqued as she examined the dilapidated temple.

"The map points here. Let’s go inside and take a closer look," Baili Moxue replied with a smile.

"Alright!"

With that, the three cautiously entered the temple. No sooner had they stepped inside than a grotesque, fanged apparition leaped out from the shadows.

Yun Yantian, leading the way, reacted swiftly. With a thrust of his spear, he pierced the attacking spirit, dispersing it into black mist that quickly faded into the night.

"Stay vigilant. This temple is teeming with malevolent spirits," Baili Moxue warned softly, gripping her snow-white longsword tightly.

At her side, Yun Yanshuang tightened her hold on her Azure Frost Sword, releasing her spiritual awareness to scan the temple.

Through her heightened senses, she could see that the temple was crawling with spirits, their crimson eyes glowing in the darkness as they watched the intruders.

Had Yun Yantian not acted decisively to slay the first spirit, deterring the others, the lurking entities might have swarmed them all at once.

"While there are many spirits here, none of them seem particularly powerful. For now, they’ve been cowed by Yantian’s earlier strike.

Even so, remain cautious. Spirits excel not in close combat but in manipulating the mind.

If we’re not careful and fall under their influence, we risk damaging our spiritual cores and becoming their thralls," Baili Moxue explained gravely as they moved deeper into the temple.

"We’ll be careful, Big Sister Baili," Yun Yanshuang assured her. "My master gave me a talisman—a protective charm against spirits. It can ward off danger and subdue malevolent entities."

"Oh? Your master must be quite the expert. If he gave you a protective charm, it must be an exceptional spiritual tool. With it, we’ll have less to worry about," Baili Moxue said, nodding approvingly.

She had heard of the blind Daoist who lived near the Yun family estate. Renowned for his mysterious abilities, even Master Li Xian held him in great esteem, unable to fathom his true depths.

The trio advanced cautiously, searching the temple for the inheritance left behind by the spear master.

It wasn’t until they reached the temple’s innermost chamber—a small side room—that they found a skeleton seated cross-legged on a meditation cushion.

The room was pitch dark, but their spiritual awareness illuminated the scene.

"Is this the spear master?" Yun Yanshuang asked curiously, gazing at the skeleton.

"It should be," Baili Moxue said, though her tone betrayed some uncertainty as she studied the remains.

She began searching the room, hoping to find the spear master’s inheritance to aid her future husband’s cultivation journey.

"The presence of this master’s remains seems to have kept the spirits at bay.

Let’s split up and search the room to locate the inheritance," Baili Moxue suggested after scanning the chamber with her senses.

Yun Yantian and Yun Yanshuang nodded in agreement, moving to different corners of the room to investigate.

While Yun Yanshuang examined the eastern side and Baili Moxue searched the west, Yun Yantian approached the skeleton.

Clasping his hands together respectfully, he bowed deeply.

"Junior Yun Yantian, of the Yuncang Yun Clan, pays his respects.

I have come today in search of the inheritance you left behind, honored master.

I vow to carry forward your spear techniques, to refine and perfect them, and to pass them on to the descendants of my clan.

May the Yun Clan honor your legacy for generations to come, never forgetting your great kindness!"

As Yun Yantian finished his heartfelt prayer, the skeleton seemed to sense his sincerity.

From its forehead, a golden sphere of light, about the size of a pigeon’s egg, slowly emerged.

Whoosh!

The golden sphere of light, no larger than a pigeon’s egg, shot into Yun Yantian’s forehead before he could react.

His body convulsed violently, as if struck by lightning, and he collapsed unconscious on the spot.

Sweat poured from his face, which twisted in pain as his body trembled uncontrollably.

"Yantian!"

"Brother!"

Baili Moxue and Yun Yanshuang, who had been searching other parts of the room, immediately rushed over upon seeing Yun Yantian’s condition.

Baili Moxue held him tightly in her arms, her face pale with worry as she looked at his anguished expression. Her heart ached, as though pierced by a thousand needles.

"Big Sister Baili, what’s happening to him?" Yun Yanshuang asked anxiously.

"I... I don’t know," Baili Moxue replied, her voice tinged with confusion and fear.

In the world of cultivation, tales of cultivators attempting to seize another’s body to achieve rebirth were not uncommon.

Yun Yantian’s current state left Baili Moxue at a loss, uncertain if he had fallen victim to such a scheme.

"I can only hope that the spear master was a magnanimous individual and not a selfish villain. If he’s trying to take over Yantian’s body..."

"Take over his body?" Yun Yanshuang’s heart sank as she turned her worried gaze to her unconscious brother.

"In the cultivation world, powerful beings often leave behind a fragment of their divine soul, lying dormant as they wait for a suitable vessel.

Once they find one, they attempt to seize control, obliterating the vessel’s original soul to gain a new life."

"Then my brother..." Yun Yanshuang’s voice trembled as tears welled in her eyes.

"We can only hope that Yantian’s destiny is strong enough to protect him from harm," Baili Moxue said softly, clutching Yun Yantian closer.

A radiant golden glow enveloped Yun Yantian’s consciousness, transporting him to a vast, otherworldly realm of light.

He stood amidst this luminous expanse, bewildered, his face a mixture of awe and confusion.

"At last, I have waited long enough!"

Before him, a speck of white light slowly condensed into the figure of a middle-aged man dressed in azure robes, gripping a long spear.

"Who are you, Senior?" Yun Yantian asked cautiously.

"I am a fragment of the divine soul left behind by the spear master whose remains you saw," the man replied with a gentle smile.

"I see. And this world?"

"Do not worry. This is my spiritual domain. I summoned your consciousness here to pass on my legacy, so that my spear techniques may endure."

"Please, guide me, Senior!" Yun Yantian exclaimed, bowing deeply, gratitude and excitement filling his voice.

"I devoted my life to the spear, waging countless battles over centuries. Through my journey, I forged my own path and created a spear technique known as the Hundred Battles Spear Technique.

It consists of seven forms. Watch closely, and engrave them into your heart, mind, and soul."

The spear master’s figure flashed, appearing at a distance. With a sweeping motion of his spear, he demonstrated the first form with overwhelming force, as if splitting mountains and rivers.

"This is the first form: Piercing the Formation of Thousands. Its essence lies in overwhelming momentum, like an army charging into battle."

The spear master then transitioned seamlessly, his movements becoming fluid and elusive.

"This is the second form: Returning Dragon in the Void. It emphasizes unpredictability, striking when least expected."

"Next is the third form: Qi Piercing the Rainbow. This form harnesses spiritual energy to wound opponents, shattering the defenses of even body cultivators."

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"Finally, the seventh form: Dragon Soaring, Tiger Leaping. It manifests Intent into form, allowing the wielder to summon dragons and tigers to annihilate foes, ensuring victory in every battle."

Before Yun Yantian’s astonished eyes, a golden dragon and tiger, each spanning thousands of feet, roared to life, their majestic forms born from the spear master’s Intent.

The beasts soared into the heavens, their roars echoing endlessly. Their immense power was awe-inspiring, commanding reverence and a primal urge to kneel before them.

’Incredible! This master must have been an unparalleled spear cultivator in his time.

Even a mere fragment of his soul can unleash such overwhelming power through his spear techniques. It’s terrifying!’

Yun Yantian could not tear his gaze away as the golden dragon and tiger spiraled upward, their divine might slowly dissipating into the infinite expanse of golden light.

For a long time, he stood frozen, overwhelmed by the grandeur of what he had witnessed.