Chapter 43 Seven Treasure Pond

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The brilliant glow of talismans and magical artifacts was quickly drowned by a torrent of water droplets. Cascades surged like reversed waterfalls, and crystalline sprays erupted from the shimmering pool, relentlessly latching onto the incoming magical forces, talismans, and artifacts in a seamless and intimate clash.

In an instant, radiant lights clashed violently against the shimmering water. Sparks flew as the pool's crystal-clear waters collided with the incoming forces from the Pang family cultivators, creating an incessant symphony of impact. Though explosions occasionally scattered the water, the sparkling droplets always returned, shining brighter as they clung to the talismans and weapons.

The dazzling display was more vibrant than a New Year's fireworks show, but the faces of the Pang family disciples were grim. They had believed that with a dozen of their best striking simultaneously, they would be able to break through Wang Zihan's defenses. Yet, though their attacks were brilliant, they found themselves entangled in the watery web she had conjured, their power waning with each passing second. Control over their talismans and weapons weakened as the glittering water enveloped them.

"Fire the arrows!" someone shouted, realizing that Wang Zihan was preoccupied with managing the defensive waters. Seeing the opportunity, more disciples followed the command, drawing back their bows and launching an onslaught of arrows, throwing knives, and iron balls, all pelting toward Wang Zihan like a storm of steel.

From afar, it seemed as though Wang Zihan was engulfed by the rain of arrows and projectiles, her defeat seemingly imminent in their eyes. They thought that surely her conjured waters, however mystical, wouldn't be able to fend off the sheer physical force of the attack.

But just as the barrage closed in, Wang Zihan gave a serene, confident smile. The shimmering pool at her feet, previously no deeper than her knees, rose by another half-foot, and the water droplets sprayed upward like a protective geyser.

The incoming projectiles never even touched her. As soon as they entered the reach of the pool, their speed slowed to a crawl, and the droplets of water, moving with the ferocity of a storm, swallowed them whole. Arrows, knives, and iron balls were all washed away, as if they had simply evaporated.

In an instant, a radiant rainbow formed before Wang Zihan. Her pool of treasure-like water shimmered in seven brilliant colors, and as the projectiles entered the rainbow's arc, they disappeared one after another, melting away like snow in sunlight. The mystical waters surged again and again, consuming everything the Pang family disciples threw at her, dissolving their attacks until nothing remained.

Pang Tianshan's eyes narrowed as he finally understood. The water Wang Zihan commanded may have only covered a limited area around her, but the sheer number of droplets seemed endless, thousands, maybe tens of thousands, cascading in a sweet, almost sickeningly sweet torrent. No matter what they threw at her—talismans, weapons, or spells—once touched by the water, they became trapped, consumed by its overwhelming sweetness, dissolving just like the infamous poisons of the demonic sects.

Even when the water was momentarily pushed back, it bounced back with elastic force, reattaching itself like an unshakeable curse. Pang Tianshan couldn't help but marvel, muttering under his breath, "The Seven Treasure Pool and the Eight Merits Water—what a profound Buddhist technique!"

According to legend, the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss held a sacred pond known as the Seven Treasure Pool, filled with eight miraculous waters, each bestowing immense benefits: clarity, coolness, sweetness, softness, moistness, peace, nourishment, and the quenching of all thirst and hunger.

Seeing Pang Tianshan recognize the origins of her technique, Wang Zihan's heart skipped a beat, but her smile remained gentle. "Oh, it's far from the true Seven Treasure Pool. Just a humble imitation with four treasures."

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