Chapter 228: Artifact, Wind God Bow
After sensing something unusual, Mo Hui quickly walked toward the source of the green light.
Soon, he arrived at the location. Before him was a strange longbow. Its body resembled black stone—dull and unremarkable in appearance.
"What is this thing called, and what is it used for?"
Mo Hui pointed at the longbow and asked Qing Xiao, who stood beside him.
Qing Xiao glanced at the longbow, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.
Wasn't this thing always dormant? Why is it glowing today?
Despite her confusion, Qing Xiao answered,
"We call it the Black Obsidian Bow. It's likely a top-grade ancient spirit tool, a treasure the former sect master discovered.
The arrows it fires are as powerful as ballistas—it can easily kill even a Soul King-level expert.
But it requires extremely high physical strength from its wielder. Support-type Spirit Masters simply can't use it, and those strong enough don't need it. So it's been sitting here ever since. Are you interested?"
"Black Obsidian Bow?"
Mo Hui grew curious. He reached out and picked up the bow.
As he instinctively channeled his spirit power into it, cracks suddenly appeared across the bow's surface. From within those cracks, an intense green light burst forth, filling the entire treasure vault.
A moment later, the light dimmed, and the Black Obsidian Bow in Mo Hui's hands was completely transformed. The dull black casing had peeled away, revealing a longbow of turquoise green, swirling with wind energy.
"No wonder it felt familiar. So it's this."
The moment he saw it, Mo Hui recognized the true identity of the bow in his hand.
It wasn't any so-called Black Obsidian Bow—this was one of the lost artifacts of the Wind Temple: the Wind God Bow!
Though it was merely a replica of the Wind God's divine weapon, it was still a genuine artifact. Once awakened, even an ordinary person could use it to kill a Titled Douluo.
Qing Xiao, standing beside him, gasped in shock. For generations, this bow had been stored in the treasury, never showing signs of power beyond its arrows. Yet today, it had transformed into a divine artifact before her eyes.
"Miss Qing, this bowstring feels... off. Was it added later?"
Mo Hui asked.
Qing Xiao nodded,
"When the former sect master found it, the bow didn't have a string. Maybe it was damaged. Later, he used the tendons of a ten-thousand-year-old Black Obsidian Dragon to restring it. That's also why we gave it that name."
"I see."
Mo Hui nodded in understanding and asked,
"I'll take this bow. Is that acceptable?"
"Of course. You're free to choose anything you like from this treasure vault," Qing Xiao replied.
Mo Hui nodded and continued exploring. Many valuable items filled the vault, but in the end, he selected only a Titled Douluo's cultivation notebook and took nothing else.
Eventually, Qing Xiao led him to the deepest section of the treasury, where resources useful for cultivation were stored: a dozen thousand-year soul bones, and a vast number of herbs collected by the sect.
"So even the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect doesn't store ten-thousand-year soul bones…"
Mo Hui sighed softly.
Sensing his thoughts, Qing Xiao explained,
"It's not that we're keeping them hidden. It's just that rare resources like Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones shouldn't sit unused. Their true value comes from being utilized."
"I understand," Mo Hui nodded.
It was indeed very difficult to find ten-thousand-year soul bones. Even someone like Ning Fengzhi, or the two Douluo—Sword and Bone—likely didn't possess complete sets. Whenever one was obtained, it would be used immediately.
Only if multiple high-level members of the sect already had full sets might such treasures be stored. But that probability was close to zero.
That's why Mo Hui was initially surprised when Spirit Hall produced three ten-thousand-year soul bones all at once.
With so many worshippers and elders, how could Spirit Hall still have any left in reserve?
But then he remembered Yue Guan, a Level 95 Douluo and Bibi Dong's most trusted subordinate, who didn't have even one. Mo Hui felt reassured.
If even top-level Spirit Hall members lacked them, it made sense that they'd have a few left in storage.
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About fifteen minutes later, Mo Hui exited the treasure vault. He had chosen one additional item: a spirit tool capable of altering gravity, which he thought might be useful for training future members of his own faction.
Seeing him return, Ning Fengzhi greeted him with a smile,
"How was it? Satisfied with the harvest?"
Then, Ning Fengzhi's gaze landed on the wind-like turquoise longbow in Mo Hui's hand. Surprise flashed in his eyes.
Such a powerful artifact was hidden in our vault?
The brilliance of this longbow was stunning—just a notch below the Seagod Trident on Mo Hui's back.
"Very fruitful,"
Mo Hui replied calmly.
Then he asked,
"Does Sect Master Ning have an open training area where I can test this bow's power?"
"Of course!"
Ning Fengzhi answered without hesitation.
Soon, he brought Mo Hui to the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect's archery training ground.
"Would you like us to prepare arrows?"
Ning Fengzhi asked politely.
"No need."
Mo Hui shook his head.
He raised the Wind God Bow, and in the stunned gaze of everyone present, unstrung it.
He pulled the empty bowstring through the air—and instantly, green light gathered from all directions. A visible bowstring of condensed wind energy appeared before everyone's eyes.
As the wind energy surged, a green arrow formed, suspended on the string.
Moments later, after the energy condensed to its peak, Mo Hui released his fingers.
The green arrow flashed like lightning, crossing hundreds of meters in an instant, and struck a target at the edge of the training grounds.
"Boom—!"
A blinding light accompanied the explosion. When the dust settled, Ning Fengzhi and the others were stunned.
A fifty-meter-wide trench, stretching over a kilometer, had appeared in the distance.
The soil within the ravine had even crystallized under the arrow's intense wind energy. The sparkling green crystal reflected the sunlight, looking beautiful—and utterly terrifying.
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