Started out getting scumbags, but then invested in the invincible Empress.

Chapter 103 Peerless Sacred Weapon

"No, let's change the name."

The green-haired turtle stared at him suspiciously, its face full of distrust.

“There’s something wrong with it. I think ‘Little Blackie’ suits you quite well.”

Li Wudao raised an eyebrow and smiled.

“How can the word ‘small’ be worthy of my wisdom and might? At the very least, it should be called ‘Big Blackie’.”

"........"

Li Wudao smiled in surprise, "That makes sense."

Amidst the bickering, the man and the tortoise wandered aimlessly.

Along the way, the boy asked again about the rumors surrounding the Crimson Plains, as he was very curious about how such a peculiar landscape was formed.

This time, Green Turtle didn't hide anything and spoke frankly.

"To be honest, I don't know much about the 'Crimson Plains' either. Legend has it that an earth-shattering battle took place here in ancient times, where many powerful figures gathered and fought fiercely, causing rivers of blood to flow..."

After listening, Li Wudao seemed to be deep in thought.

According to the green-haired turtle, this blood-red plain was formed by countless drops of blood.

This plain stretched as far as the eye could see, for at least a thousand miles, and the ground was covered in a blood-red color. If that was the case, one could imagine how brutal that battle must have been.

"So, why do those powerful individuals fight on this plain? Is there anything special about this place?"

Li Wudao looked at it curiously.

"This saint is not entirely sure either. There are rumors that an unparalleled treasure has appeared here, comparable to a top-tier imperial weapon. There are also rumors that a celestial relic has appeared here, and if one can obtain it, one can ascend to immortality..."

Do immortals really exist in this world?

Li Wudao was stunned, somewhat longing.

Given the current situation in the Eastern Wilderness, even the Great Emperor has not appeared for a long time, let alone the ethereal immortals.

The green-haired turtle was silent for a moment, then said quietly, "Perhaps."

"Look... what's that?!"

Just then, Li Wudao noticed a blurry projection faintly appearing in the sky above the blood-red plain, flickering and disappearing intermittently.

Upon closer inspection, it was a fierce battle, with hundreds of top experts suspended in the air, seemingly fighting for something, and they refused to give up even when they were bleeding from head to toe.

Unfortunately, this was just a fragmented and blurry projection that quickly disappeared, making it difficult to extract any useful information.

"The rumors were actually true..."

The green-haired turtle stared at the sky in surprise and disbelief, unable to calm down.

After traveling a few more miles, the stench of blood became significantly stronger, and the surrounding environment grew increasingly desolate.

The ground here is made of hard, blood-red rock, its surface covered with crisscrossing sword marks and bloodstains. In the distance, one can occasionally see some blood-red thorns and vines, twisting and standing against the wind, adding to the eerie atmosphere.

Are you sure we haven't taken the wrong turn?

Li Wudao frowned; this place didn't look like a safe haven at all.

"Should...maybe...more or less...probably...no?"

The green-haired turtle coughed twice, drawing out its voice, trying to get away with it.

"Damn it, I knew this bastard was unreliable."

Li Wudao cursed inwardly.

"Don't look so down, maybe you'll be out the door soon."

The green-haired turtle grumbled and walked forward on its own.

However, they hadn't gone far when the man and the tortoise stopped again.

Ahead lay what appeared to be the ruins of an ancient battlefield, the ground uneven and the traces of battle clearly visible.

As far as the eye could see, endless corpses lay scattered on the ground, some piled up into small hills, others buried underground. Broken halberds and wrecked soldiers were stuck in the blood-red earth, and a few blood-stained tattered flags fluttered in the wind, giving people a heavy sense of desolation.

"Could this be the ancient battlefield from back then?"

A thought struck Li Wudao, and he slowly turned his gaze to the distance.

Standing here, he could almost feel the passage of time and the weight of history washing over him.

"Haha, I've stumbled upon the ruins of that great battle by accident. Let's hurry and search around; maybe we can find something good."

The green-haired turtle, its eyes gleaming with excitement, rushed into the pile of bones and began digging with all its might.

Those who died here were undoubtedly top-tier experts, and anyone who left behind a few treasures was incredibly lucky.

Seeing this, Li Wudao also took action, unwilling to let this turtle get away with it.

He secretly activated his double pupils, directly switching to a wide-range perspective mode, and scanned the ruins.

Before long, the man and the tortoise found several sacred weapons and armors, but unfortunately they were all severely damaged and corroded by the years, making them no better than scrap metal and unusable.

"Huh? What's this...?"

Suddenly, Li Wudao's eyes changed slightly.

Beneath a pile of bones half a person's height, he saw a long sword. Although it was rusty, its aura was very powerful, attracting his attention at first glance.

Without hesitation, he found the sword among the corpses and examined it repeatedly in his hand.

This sword had been buried underground for an unknown period of time, and its entire blade was covered with a thick layer of copper rust. At first glance, it looked ordinary, no different from an iron rod, and not at all eye-catching.

But when Li Wudao held it in his hand, he was slightly surprised.

This sword is so heavy that it weighs ten thousand catties. It feels very heavy in the hand, and most people would not be able to lift it.

"I thought you'd found something good, but pshaw... what's so interesting about a broken sword?"

The green-haired turtle poked its head out, glanced at it, and then walked away disdainfully.

Li Wudao remained expressionless and offered no rebuttal.

The next moment, he thought of something and secretly poured his spiritual power into the sword.

"Keng!"

Suddenly, the sword rang out with a clang and shone brightly. The copper rust on its surface rippled and fell off completely in a few breaths, revealing the silver-white blade.

The true appearance of this sword is exquisitely beautiful, its entire body crystal clear and dazzling, almost too beautiful to look at directly. It is as if it were carved from fine jade, and it seems to contain the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, radiating a soft and mysterious light.

"Good... sword!"

Li Wudao stroked the sword's blade, expressing his heartfelt admiration.

At this moment, he noticed two small characters faintly engraved on the sword hilt: "Lingxu".

"Is your name Ling Xujian?"

Li Wudao murmured softly, a strange feeling arising within him.

Although the sword was buried deep among the corpses, he could not sense any bloodthirsty aura from it; instead, he felt a sense of ethereal tranquility.

"clank--"

As if in response to his words, the silver-white blade trembled slightly, emitting a melodious sword cry.

The sword has a spirit!

Li Wudao was both surprised and delighted. This sword was indeed extraordinary; it had probably already developed sentience.

That makes sense, so many sacred weapons were lost, but the Lingxu Sword remained flawless and spotless, clearly setting it apart from the rest.

"This is probably an unparalleled holy weapon!"

He was secretly certain and in a great mood.

"call out--"

Suddenly, the green-haired tortoise transformed into a black shadow, opened its massive jaws, and lunged at him, shouting, "Kid, give me this sword!"

"You're thinking shit!"

Li Wudao was startled, but he reacted quickly, taking a step back to dodge, which caused the green-haired turtle to bite him so hard he fell flat on his face.

"Even a gentleman would be wary of a mere lad?"

The green-haired turtle spat out the dirt in its mouth and, seeing the boy's wary expression, immediately became displeased.

"I was just curious and wanted to examine that sword closely. Why are you so excited? Is it really necessary?"

Absolutely!

Li Wudao glanced at him sideways, completely unmoved by his words, and sneered, "By the way, who was it that just mentioned a broken sword? Now you want to see it again?"

"The past is the past, and the present is the present; they cannot be confused."

The green-haired turtle licked its lips, rolled its eyes, and said, "Kid, can you just let me see it once, just once?"

"Come on, I'll show you, it's like throwing a meat bun to a dog, it's gone forever."

Li Wudao scoffed and stared at him as if he were a thief.

"Besides, you're just a turtle who can't even wield a sword. What are you watching? It's like having a meeting with eunuchs. It's utter nonsense."

"How dare you talk like that, you brat..."

Seeing that persistent pestering wasn't working, the green-haired turtle sighed in frustration and walked away unwillingly.

"Damn, how come this kid is so lucky? He even managed to find such a peerless holy weapon..."

The green-haired turtle was somewhat annoyed and resentful.

Immediately, it began to scratch the ground in frustration, venting its inner anger.

Suddenly, it seemed as if they had dug up something.

The green-haired turtle, surprised, quickened its pace and soon unearthed a white bead.

This bead, about the size of a baby's fist, is pure white and smooth as a mirror, just like the pristine first snow of winter, radiating a soft and holy light.

"This is... a relic?!"

The green-haired turtle took a look and then revealed a look of surprise.

Immediately, it glanced at the boy guiltily, and finding that he hadn't noticed, it quickly put the bead away.

Such a large relic must have come from a top Buddhist master; it is a supreme treasure with many wondrous uses.

"Unfortunately, the scabbard is lost."

Li Wudao was somewhat disappointed, as he had searched for a long time using his double pupils but had not found it.

Perhaps the scabbard is not here; in the worst case, it may already be damaged.

Thinking of this, he let out a long breath and looked up ahead.

A thin mist began to rise from the ground, stretching into the distance and falling with the light of the waning moon, creating a somewhat eerie atmosphere.

Suddenly, Li Wudao froze, his brows furrowing slightly.

At the edge of his vision, he vaguely saw a figure moving about, like wisps of smoke, its form ghostly, leaping far away in the blink of an eye.

"Damn, I think I saw a ghost!"

Li Wudao felt a chill run down his spine.

In a place like the Crimson Plains, encountering a human figure is truly unsettling; it's hard to tell what kind of creature it is.