The reason why he attended the Ehu Meeting was that his biggest wish was to be able to lift the curse of evil spirits. Jiang Yan was still a little disappointed with the answer Zhang Xuansu gave him.
However, the pair of brothers, who are said to be the closest to immortals in Yuling Continent, did not directly answer the question. That is already good news. There should be a solution on Xuanpu Mountain.
As for the Emperor's Bell, it is a spiritual weapon after all, and there are only twenty-four of them in the entire continent, distributed all over the world.
Originally, the Confucian government planned to capture Jiang Chan and keep the Emperor's Bell, but under the pressure from the royal family and Wei Changli, they could only allow Jiang Chan to go and conquer it.
"Jiang Lun, before the Ehu meeting started, the master had already said that becoming the number one in the Eight Prefectures would only allow him to try to conquer the Empress Bell.
But the Empress Bell, as a spirit-controlling artifact, has its own spirituality. When you choose, the artifact will also choose a master for you. If you fail to take it away, it will be your fault," Yan Jianyuan said.
"Mr. Yan, I understand!"
The Emperor's Bell is stored in a separate library. The entire Confucian Library is the most defensive place. Every brick and stone is made of the sand and fertile soil accumulated at the outlet of the East China Sea and is extremely hard.
Jiang Yan's current combat power is considered to be invincible in the Xuanling Realm. Not to mention him, unless Wei Changli takes action personally, he will not be able to break through the defense of the Library Pavilion.
Not only that, the Library Pavilion also has extremely strong restrictions. Outsiders cannot explore the inside from the outside at all, so as to ensure that the precious scriptures in the Library Pavilion are not prying into.
After following Yan Jianyuan into the library, Jiang Yan realized what it meant to be a vast sea, with countless bookcases neatly arranged in rows and rows.
All kinds of books are listed on it, and the collection of classics and history is all-encompassing.
"This is the foundation of Confucianism and the lifelong efforts of all the great Confucians and sages of the past dynasties." Yan Jianyuan felt infinite pride in his heart after pressing these scrolls.
Every floor of the bookshelf is filled with books, and they are spotless. Apparently someone comes to clean them every day.
From the first paper scrolls we saw, to later scrolls, and later even bamboo slips.
"Mr. Yan, are these bamboo slips also Confucian classics?"
“Before the establishment of the Eight Prefectures, the ancestors at that time did not know how to use paper. Instead, they used bamboo slips to record the movement of heaven and earth and discover the journey of the great road.
These bamboo slips and stone tablets engraved with ancient texts are the most precious inheritance left to us by the first generation of Confucian saints. However, the texts at that time were slightly different from those now, so many of them are unreadable." Yan Jianyuan
explained.
Jiang Yan suddenly thought that there was such an ancient book in his bookshelf, which was given to him by someone when he was in the isolated Youshan Village behind Qingdu Mountain.
The words on it seem to be very similar to these ancient Confucian books.
"The Empress Bell is in the quiet room in front, I won't go in."
In the deepest part of the library, there were several separate rooms. Jiang Yan followed Yan Jianyuan's instructions and entered the room where the Emperor's Bell was stored.
After opening the door, the Emperor's Bell was placed on the table. There was no breath or any fluctuation of spiritual power, just like a mortal object.
Jiang Yan walked in and took a look. The bell had a bronze color with some minor cracks on it.
"It's so ordinary. Could it be that someone from the Confucian government lied to me?"
Jiang Yan thought for a while and realized it was unlikely, especially since Wei Changli was still here.
After thinking about it for a long time, after Jiang Yan injected his spiritual power into it, the inconspicuous bell finally started to move.
After practicing in the land of Yique, Jiang Gu merged with hundreds of acupuncture points to possess a strange power that was not weaker than that of the demon clan. However, the power that this little bell burst out in an instant was even difficult for him to bear.
The bell in the palm now weighs more than the dragon gate.
After the bell fell to the ground, it turned into scrap metal again, but after this time, Jiang Yan's eyes were filled with surprise.
"It is said that the Emperor's Bell is the most powerful defensive artifact among the spirit-controlling artifacts, and it truly deserves its reputation."
Jiang Yan picked it up from the ground, and then tried to inject spiritual power into it again to see if he could recover it with brute force.
He was unprepared just now, but this time Jiang Yan was fully prepared, but the sudden weight of the bell was still too much for him to bear.
With a low cry, the spiritual power of the hundred acupuncture points fused with his arm surged, causing the strength of his wrist to increase dramatically. The muscles on his arm swelled, and even his clothes were directly torn.
With his current strength, he could easily lift even a large mountain, but at this moment, his forehead was dripping with sweat, and the Emperor's Bell still fell to the ground.
"how so"
Jiang Yan was a little confused. After his strength strengthened, the weight of the Emperor's Bell increased even more terrifyingly.
"If this is the case, how can I control the artifact?"
"Can only warriors and monks use it?"
After all, among all enlightenments, these two kinds of enlightenment are recognized as the strongest in terms of power and physical body. However, after thinking about it, Jiang Yan denied this idea.
The physical defenses of warriors and monks are extremely strong and almost immune to many injuries. What use do they need the Empress Bell for?
And as the name suggests, the user or soul-emitter of the Empress Bell should be a woman, and that woman uses a magic weapon heavier than a mountain.
"There must be something key that I missed"
Seeing the shape of the bell, which was simple and simple without any unnecessary pendants, Jiang Yan suddenly thought that he seemed to have a very similar bell on his body.
There is always a bell tied to his bookshelf, which was given to him by Emperor Fang Ye at Sanchuankou. It was precisely because of this bell that Jiang Yan was able to escape from the curse of evil spirits many times.
At this time, Jiang Yan took it off and put it in his hand, holding the Emperor's Bell in one hand and the Soul-Residing Bell in the other, and looked closely at it.
The two bells were very similar in color and shape, and seemed to have nothing special about them. Jiang Yan knocked them with his hand, and the sound was crisp and slightly rich.
Even the weight and texture given to Jiang Chan were exactly the same, so Jiang Chan boldly guessed that these two bells were most likely made by the same person!
The owner of the Soul-Bearing Bell is Fang Xiangye Emperor. Whenever Jiang Yan uses it, Fang Xiangye Emperor, who is thousands of miles away under Sanchuan, will feel it. It is better to ask him.
In order to prevent outsiders from prying into the secrets of the Confucian mansion, this library is very confidential and no one can detect what is happening inside.
Jiang Yan's Yin energy was injected into the Soul-Bearing Bell, and soon a burst of black mist emitted from the Soul-Borrowing Bell.
A pale-faced, handsome man dressed in black appeared in the mist. If you just looked at his appearance, he was undoubtedly a young man. However, only Jiang Yan knew that Fang Xiangye Emperor was an old monster who had lived for who knows how many years.
"Jiang Gu? Why are you calling me? Have you found the Unsullied?"
"There is no news yet, but Senior Fang Xiang, I have something here. I hope you can identify it."
Spreading his palms, Emperor Fang Xiangye saw a bell that was almost exactly the same as the Soul Soul Bell. Emperor Fang Xiangye, who had always been neither sad nor happy in ancient wells, actually had something strange in his eyes.