Chapter 372: Chapter 336: The Oriole Behind

Ivy’s expression remained calm.

Taking advantage of the brief moment the Undead Monster stiffened after unleashing its ultimate move, she flipped her wrist. Seven silver-gray Crescent Blades materialized out of thin air in her palm. These blades were as thin as cicada wings, their entire bodies rippling with moonlight patterns. They hovered between her fingers, vibrating slightly.

Ivy raised her hand and tossed them outward. The seven Crescent Blades flew out simultaneously like seven silver-gray fish. They pierced through the shattered armor and bone gaps, accurately pinning into the space between the Undead Monster’s skull and spine.

The Undead Monster immediately stiffened, its movements grinding to a sudden halt. The two clusters of pale flames in its eye sockets dimmed, and its overall aura weakened at a visible rate.

"It’s the Taiyin Soul Slaying Needle!" A disciple recognized the magical item Ivy used, their eyes lighting up.

The Taiyin Soul Slaying Needle was an Artifact Level item specifically designed to seal an enemy’s soul and spirit, heavily countering Casters. Naturally, it also had miraculous effects against creatures like the Undead that relied on Spiritual Power.

After landing the decisive blow, Ivy didn’t stop. With a flick of her hand, a silver-black silk band flew out. Like a living creature, it wrapped around the Undead Monster’s limbs and sternum, firmly binding it in place. The silk band looked light and thin, but it possessed extraordinary toughness. Even a Golden Tier Undead Monster couldn’t break free from it anytime soon.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ivy casually waved her hand. A silver-white crescent ring materialized out of thin air. It hovered above her head and slowly rotated like a bright moon, faint starlight flowing along its sharp edges. As she pointed her fingers to guide it, the silver-white ring plummeted. Like a falling moon strapped with fierce cutting power, it forcefully slashed onto the Undead Monster’s skull.

CRACK.

A crisp sound echoed like shattering ice. The tall skeleton split straight down from the top of its skull. Separated into two halves, the remains collapsed onto the bone platform, utterly immobilized. The two clusters of pale flames in its eye sockets completely extinguished, dissolving into two wisps of light smoke that faded into the air.

The spectating crowd remained silent for two or three breaths before erupting into an uncontrollable uproar.

"She actually won..."

"What tier of Magic Equipment is that? It’s so powerful!"

"This Half-Elf is amazing!"

Una and the others also revealed looks of astonishment, exchanging amazed glances. To possess three Magical Artifacts while still in the Qi Refining Stage... among all the Taichu City disciples, Ivy was probably the only one.

Ivy had no time to pay attention to the surrounding discussions. She immediately took out a Pill and swallowed it to restore her Spiritual Qi. While Magical Artifacts possessed overwhelming power, using them consumed a massive amount of Spiritual Qi. This was especially true since she had activated three Magical Artifacts simultaneously. That round of attacks just now had nearly drained her dry. If it weren’t for that drawback, she wouldn’t have waited until the Undead Monster was a spent force before using these three Magical Artifacts.

After catching her breath, Ivy walked up to the Undead Monster’s remains. With a casual beckon, the broadsword floated up weightlessly and landed in her palm.

The moment she grasped it, her eyes lit up slightly. She had already sensed earlier that this greatsword’s Spiritual fluctuations far surpassed those of other weapons. However, upon actual physical contact, she realized its inherent Spiritual fluctuations were even more profound and solid than she had expected. Just by holding it, she could feel that vibrant Spiritual aura, practically overflowing from the blade itself.

"This Spiritual nature... should be able to satisfy the Clan Leader’s requirements," Ivy thought, a hint of joy surfacing on her face.

She knew a bit more than the average disciple. The reason the Clan was searching for Spiritual Weapons was to refine Spirit Seeds and nurture Spiritual Artifacts. For example, the Spirit Soul contained within the Golden-backed Ape-man race’s Ancestor Totem had been refined into a Spirit Seed by the Clan Leader. The Spirit Soul within this greatsword shouldn’t be any inferior to that Ancestor Totem.

The corners of Ivy’s lips curled up into a slight smile as she stored the greatsword in her Qiankun Bag. She then turned around and addressed the disciples. "Clean up the battlefield. Collect all the Spiritual Weapons, and don’t miss a single one."

The disciples acknowledged her orders and immediately moved, beginning to collect the Spiritual Weapons scattered across the mountain peak.

Although the spectating adventurers were envious, they could only stand far away and watch. Not a single person dared to step forward. Putting aside whether they dared to offend the Silver Moon Race, even if they steeled their hearts to take the risk, they simply weren’t a match for this group.

After stowing away all the weapons, the group returned to Ivy’s side, every single one of them beaming with joy. This could certainly be called a massive harvest. With so many Spiritual Weapons, the Contribution Points they could exchange them for upon returning would undoubtedly be a huge sum. Even split evenly among everyone, the amount each person would receive was quite substantial.

Ivy’s gaze swept over the adventurers who were still observing from a distance. She suddenly spoke up, "Go ask them if they’re willing to sell the weapons in their hands. We can buy them with coin, or we can trade using talismans or Rune Equipment."

The group blanked for a moment, but quickly caught on. Their eyes lit up one after another. What a great idea!

To those adventurers, Spiritual Weapons were nothing more than ordinary Magic Equipment. As long as they offered a price slightly higher than market value, those adventurers would definitely agree to the trade without hesitation. And if they turned around and brought those weapons back to the Clan, they could exchange them for Contribution Points worth several times—or even dozens of times—more. It was a guaranteed profit.

Una immediately volunteered. "I’ll go talk to ’em."

She quickly walked toward the adventurers. Seeing someone from the Silver Moon Race approaching on their own initiative, the adventurers felt somewhat alarmed and uncertain. It wasn’t until they understood her intentions that the wariness on their faces shifted to pleasant surprise.

"For real? You guys are willing to trade talismans and Rune Equipment for ’em?"

"If that’s true, count us in!"

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