Chapter 155 — The Treasure Talisman Unsealed

When Shen Mu dropped into a golden hall, he charged straight in — but what met him face to face was a magnificent landscape of mountains and rivers.

Sword Treads Rivers and Mountains.

Danbaluo felt himself shrinking rapidly, falling into that landscape, and panic rose in his heart.

Before and around the mountain gate, the crowd watched with the utmost anxiety the golden hall into which the two had fallen. After a moment, suddenly a gleaming golden figure leaped out from the golden hall and stood atop its roof, one hand gripping the bone hammer, the other raising high a severed head.

The people of Loulan's Golden Palace cheered, the sound deafening. Ling Yuxiu's face went white in an instant, utterly distraught. Qingniu was stunned too, and Xue Hu'er was stunned as well.

"The cowherd is dead.

. .

" Ling Yuxiu's mind went blank.

Before the holy hall, those few Shaman Kings of Loulan's Golden Palace rarely showed smiles; they exchanged a glance and nodded slightly.

"Danbaluo is quite good — ruthless and merciless, yet very steady. He is a great talent, exceeding the merely talented by no small measure. " An elderly Shaman King said in surprise: "Why does he not return to the holy hall?

" "Danbaluo" took that head and leaped back down into the golden hall beneath him, not returning to the front of the mountain gate. Another Shaman King laughed: "Most likely he is wounded too.

Danbaluo is cautious by nature; once wounded he will surely heal himself at once, leaving no hidden danger behind.

That too is something to be admired in him.

Now only this one little girl is left, and she will soon die as well.

I wonder how the fighting on the other side of the mountain goes?

" The several Shaman Kings had a mind to go to the snow mountain to see how the battle went, but they had been ordered to remain here and guard the holy hall, and could not leave. In that golden hall, "Danbaluo" tossed the head aside, took out a scroll painting, gently unrolled it, and studied it closely. "The treasure vault of Loulan's Golden Palace is right beside this great hall. I have not come to the wrong place.

" He closed the map of Loulan's Golden Palace, rose, and started out, when suddenly he felt a stabbing pain in his shoulder.

He hastily took a jade bottle from his bosom, glanced at it, and put it back in his sleeve: "Almost took out the Bewildering Incense. .

.

" He took out another jade bottle, carefully drew out some dragon saliva, and applied it to the wound on his shoulder. Soon the wound healed and the pain ceased.

"Danbaluo" put the jade bottle away, thought for a moment, took the Chubao Sword in hand, walked out of this golden hall, and in a few steps arrived at another great hall. Before that great hall stood a turtle-backed golden man guarding it, axe and halberd in hand, with a frog's mouth and a gleaming golden turtle shell on his back, powerful and mighty.

Seeing him approach, he said in surprise: "Danbaluo, what are you doing here? " The gold of his body was richer than "Danbaluo's", but fainter than that of the Shaman Kings; in both status and strength he was likely inferior to the Shaman Kings.

"This disciple slew the villain who came to block our gate and obtained a treasured sword. I dare not keep it for myself, and intend to present it to the Holy Sect.

" "Danbaluo" presented the Chubao Sword with both hands and said with a smile: "What I cultivate is not the sword. This sword, though fine, is of no use to me, so I wish to use this treasure to exchange for another little treasure.

" The turtle-backed guard took the Chubao Sword and drew it with a ringing shing; the cold gleam made him squint despite himself.

He said in amazement: "A fine sword! In our Golden Palace there are few treasures that can match it!

That you should have obtained such a treasure — the Shaman Venerable will surely reward you richly! " He pushed open the hall doors, and "Danbaluo" said hastily: "May this disciple also go in and choose a little treasure? " The turtle-backed guard thought for a moment, then smiled: "Very well.

You have rendered such great merit and offered up such a heavy treasure; the Shaman Venerable's reward to you will surely be excellent.

But if you come in, you may only look at the treasures our Golden Palace has collected — you cannot take them. Only when the Shaman Venerable bestows one on you and lifts the seal may you take it away. " "Danbaluo" was overjoyed and hastily followed him into the golden hall.

The turtle-backed guard stood in the hall and carefully opened several restrictions; he took two steps forward and released several more seals; a few steps more, and he took out a talisman treasure — a paper treasure of four sides, fourteen faces, and twenty-four corners, folded from talisman script.

He poured vital essence into it, and the talisman treasure floated up, gradually beginning to shine. The talisman treasure grew brighter and brighter and began to spin without cease, casting the talisman script on each of its faces outward, projecting it into the air. "Danbaluo" at once saw that the air before them, from colorless transparency, gradually changed, becoming many semi-transparent cubes.

Within each cube was hidden a little figure the size of a fist, with a fierce and malevolent face, pacing irritably back and forth inside the cube, as if wanting to break out and devour people.