I Was Forced to Marry a “Trash” Cultivator, But She Turned Out to Be a Reborn Empress!

Shen Xian stepped onto the second floor, his gaze sweeping over the chaotic scene.

The cultivators who had been fighting tooth and nail over scrap metal had calmed down. Now, they stood in orderly lines before the intact jade boxes, focusing intently on deciphering the restrictions.

There were over twenty jade boxes and only a dozen cultivators. As long as they could break the seals, everyone had a shot at a treasure.

Only the central box—the one shimmering with faint, golden veins—remained untouched, sitting in solitary majesty.

“What a powerful sealing fluctuation…”

Even from several zhang away, Shen Xian could feel the terrifying Pressure radiating from the gold-veined box. His Soul Formation-level Divine Sense prickled in warning.

This was no ordinary restriction; it was a top-tier seal from the ancient era.

“Fellow Daoist Wang, wait!”

A Rogue Cultivator Shen Xian had saved during the lightning tribulation hurried forward, blocking his path. “You can’t touch that box! Just moments ago, Lei Yingjie attacked it with full strength. He couldn’t budge it an inch and suffered a severe backlash…”

Shen Xian’s gaze shifted slightly, following the man’s pointing finger. On the floor lay a conspicuous pool of wet blood—evidence of Lei Yingjie’s failure.

If even the Wind Thunder Sect’s Senior Brother couldn’t handle it, this seal is indeed terrifying.

Shen Xian scanned the room assessing the damage.

Everyone attempting to crack the seals was paying a price.

Lei Yingjie sat in a corner, his face gloomy as he regulated his breathing; his precious purple-gold gourd now sported a hairline crack.

Zhou Fengxing’s talisman brush was snapped in half, his right sleeve soaked in blood.

Qiu Ruoli’s defensive white lotus had withered, her aura chaotic and unstable.

The ordinary cultivators fared even worse—some nursed broken arms, others suffered damaged Meridians, and a few had been knocked unconscious by the recoil.

It seemed the restrictions on these jade boxes were far more fearsome than they appeared.

However, Shen Xian merely nodded and continued walking toward the central box.

“Hahaha!”

A burst of wild, raspy laughter shattered the tension.

Liu Wanduo, who had been meditating on the side, suddenly stood up. His aged face was flushed with excitement.

His withered fingers stroked the pitch-black jade pendant at his waist as he shuffled toward one of the black-patterned jade boxes. “Let this old man have a try!”

The others paused their work, watching the “Inheritance Successor” with anticipation. He had been sitting silently since they arrived; clearly, he had been digesting the memories of the inheritance.

Even Shen Xian stopped, watching with keen interest.

Liu Wanduo stood before the black-patterned box. He raised his right hand, his lips moving silently as he recited a profound incantation.

Hum—

The black jade pendant at his waist flared with a ghostly light.

The glow enveloped the jade box. Liu Wanduo reached out, his withered hand brushing gently against the lid.

To everyone’s shock, the seal that had been indestructible seconds ago dissolved like ripples on a disturbed pond.

Click.

With a soft sound, the jade box popped open.

Instantly, a refreshing, soul-soothing medicinal fragrance exploded outward, filling the entire second floor. Every cultivator present involuntarily took a deep, greedy breath, feeling their fatigue melt away.

“This is…” Zhou Fengxing’s eyes widened, the broken pieces of his brush clattering to the floor.

“A Nine Revolutions Mysterious Spirit Pill?!”

The legendary holy medicine capable of helping a Golden Core cultivator break directly into the Nascent Soul realm!

In the corner, Lei Yingjie’s fist clenched so hard his knuckles cracked.

Damn it! That old ghost actually obtained such a Fated Chance!

He could clearly see the pill resting in the velvet lining. It was the size of a dragon’s eye, crystal clear like jade, with nine natural vein patterns on its surface. It pulsed with a spiritual energy so potent it was heart-palpitating.

“Ni… nine pill patterns?!” an elderly Rogue Cultivator stammered, his voice trembling. “This is a Top Grade Spirit Pill.”

In Alchemy, the higher the number of patterns, the higher the quality. Nine was the ultimate limit.

Qiu Ruoli’s white lotus bloomed uncontrollably, a flash of naked desire cutting through her usually cool gaze.

Liu Wanduo’s trembling fingers carefully lifted the pill. His turbid old eyes shone with a terrifying light. “Hahaha! Heaven helps me!”

He didn’t consume it immediately. Instead, he cautiously stowed it in his Storage Bag. Breaking through now would trigger the laws of the world and forcibly teleport him out of the Godfiend Battlefield, costing him any subsequent Fated Chances.

The sight made everyone’s breathing ragged.

Several cultivators subconsciously took a step forward, eyes red with greed. But as Liu Wanduo turned, the heavy Pressure of a half-step Nascent Soul rolled over them, freezing them in their tracks.

“Fellow Daoist Liu…” a purple-robed cultivator swallowed dryly. “I wonder if that pill…”

Liu Wanduo sneered, his hand resting on his Storage Bag. “What? Do you intend to rob me?”

The crowd looked at each other. In the end, no one dared to move.

This man had obtained the ancient inheritance. Who knew what other trump cards he held?

“Hmph!”

Lei Yingjie stood up abruptly, flicking his sleeve as he marched toward another jade box.

His action served as a wake-up call—if Liu Wanduo could open such a heavy treasure, what lay inside the other boxes?

In an instant, the spell broke. Greed turned to frenzy. The cultivators pounced on the remaining boxes like starving wolves.

Sword Qi slashed, Talismans exploded, and the lights of Dharma Treasures collided in the dim space. The silence was replaced by a boiling cauldron of violence and desperation.

Yet, amidst the chaos, the central golden-veined box remained untouched.

Even Liu Wanduo, the inheritance winner, didn’t spare it a glance.

It was then that Shen Xian walked calmly toward the golden box.

His movement drew several astonished stares.

“Is he crazy?” one cultivator muttered, eyes wide.

Even Lei Yingjie had eaten a loss there. Where did this demonic cultivator get his confidence?

Qiu Ruoli wiped a trace of blood from her lip, her eyes flickering with mockery. “Another one who doesn’t know the immensity of heaven and earth.”

Even my Talisman Dao couldn’t scratch that seal. What makes him think he can?

Zhou Fengxing, however, watched with a spark of curiosity. This man refined artifacts during the lightning tribulation. Perhaps he really has some special method…

Lei Yingjie snorted cold disdain, though his fist clenched involuntarily under his robe.

Courting death.

But… what if he could open it?

The thought barely formed before Lei Yingjie crushed it. He was the Senior Brother of the Wind Thunder Sect. How could he expect a demonic cultivator to succeed where he had failed?

Liu Wanduo toyed with his new Storage Bag, narrowing his eyes. The inheritance memories had explicitly warned that the central box was untouchable. He wanted to see just how this young man intended to humiliate himself.

The Rogue Cultivators Shen Xian had saved watched with a mix of hope and worry.

“Heh…”

Shen Xian ignored the gazes burning into his back. He stood before the golden box.

He raised his hand.

Hum.

The [Heavenly Secret Disk] floated into existence before him.

It was a bronze disk, its surface densely carved with profound, shifting array patterns. In the center, a Yin-Yang fish slowly rotated, channeling faint traces of starlight.

But most eye-catching was the object at its core—a crystal-clear Dragon Pearl branded with a Divine Fire mark. It pulsed with a terrifying fluctuation, emitting a heat that seemed capable of destroying heaven and earth.

Gasps echoed through the room. The mockery vanished, replaced by shock.

“That object…” Zhou Fengxing’s lips trembled. “Such powerful spiritual energy fluctuations!”

Could it be… a True Spirit Treasure?

The others stared at Shen Xian’s back, their minds reeling.

This demonic cultivator… just how many good things does he have?