SFS Chapter 231 Unearned Gains
Chapter 231 Unearned Gains
"Young Master Li," Zhou Mingxuan finally couldn't help but ask, "Shouldn't we stop picking for a bit?"
Little Li turned around and smiled.
"My lord, I know you're in a hurry, but please don't rush."
"We haven't arrived at our destination yet."
The two could only suppress their doubts for the time being.
The three riders traveled for another half an hour when a manor suddenly appeared before them.
This manor is nestled against the mountains and overlooks the water, occupying a prime location with excellent feng shui.
Outside the village are vast stretches of cultivated farmland, planted with medicinal herbs and grains, all of them exotic species, growing as tall as saplings.
Outside the village was a loose wooden fence, inside which were a hundred or so scattered blue brick rooms, evenly distributed along the cross street and the well.
Men, women, and children roam this village, and everyone is full of energy. He was full of energy and blood, and was not afraid of Xiao Li and the other two pointing and gesturing.
Yang Silang even saw several teenagers whose vitality far surpassed Zhou Mingxuan's. Although they had not yet reached the level of a grandmaster, they were not far off.
Zhou Mingxuan recognized its value; his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
His vitality was worse than that of a child, which deeply affected him.
It's not uncommon for people to live in caves and gather in villages. What's rare is that almost all of these villagers are skilled in martial arts and have achieved considerable success in their cultivation.
Yang Silang had already noticed the presence of a villager who appeared to be a Grandmaster of Golden Marrow.
These villagers were very bold. They looked directly at the three men in their official robes without flinching or bowing.
Zhou Mingxuan subconsciously lowered his head to avoid scrutinizing gazes.
Yang Silang's eyes pierced through Mu Zhenqi, staring back without any politeness, successfully eliciting a few curses in return.
Wait until you pass through the crowd.
Zhou Mingxuan said those people just now weren't ordinary villagers, were they?
What kind of villager practices martial arts to this extent?
Little Li turned around and smiled.
"My esteemed guests, do you know why those people weren't afraid of our clothes just now?"
"Because they are all sons and grandsons of the dragon, of royal blood, but they are descendants of the third son of the founding emperor, and their bloodline is not very close to that of the current emperor."
"Okay...we've arrived..." He didn't want to say more, and pointed to a house in front of him.
Yang Silang and Zhou Mingxuan looked ahead.
In front of us stood a large, secluded mansion.
Outside the front gate of the compound, a person was sleeping soundly against the wall, drooling.
Yang Silang and Zhou Mingxuan's expressions turned very serious.
Because he was a martial saint, even when he was asleep, his aura was like a dormant volcano, inspiring awe in all who beheld him.
Little Li led the two off their horses, took out a jade token from his waist, bowed respectfully to the gatekeeper, and whispered.
"Ancestor, wake up! His Majesty has ordered that these two be allowed to enter the storage room for a look and take one item with them."
The old Martial Saint's breathing remained perfectly steady, his eyes were still closed, and his snoring continued like thunder. He simply waved his hand, signaling them to go inside.
The three continued forward. There were three such sentry posts in total, and with the Grandmaster guarding the last gate, they passed four checkpoints in total.
The Grandmaster verified the jade token and, finding it to be genuine, pressed it into the groove behind him. It fit perfectly, opening the vault door before turning to let him pass.
Little Li, Yang Silang, and Zhou Mingxuan went inside.
The three of them were immediately struck by what they saw: a row of neat metal shelves inside, upon which sat numerous royal treasures, gleaming with jewels and exquisitely beautiful.
From the outside, the courtyard doesn't look very big.
Upon entering the treasure vault, they discovered that the houses were folded by an array, and at a glance, they were incredibly spacious, with a length and width of more than ten zhang each.
"Esteemed guests, please..." Eunuch Li bowed and said, "You may stay for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, and you may only take one item from your selection."
He very sensibly stepped aside and calmly closed his eyes to rest.
Zhou Mingxuan's mouth dropped open.
"Wasn't the plan to explore secret realms, reap the rewards at your own risk, and risk injury or even death?"
What's the point of feeding it directly into the treasure vault?
Little Li smiled.
"In reply to your question, sir, it's nothing."
"Who are you two? If even a hair on your head is hurt, it's because I didn't serve you well enough."
"The three top-ranked warriors in the neighboring secret realm received the same treatment."
"Those who are wounded or dead are all top-ranking scholars." He then remembered that the two men were also top-ranking scholars, and quickly added, "Of course, you two are different from them."
As he spoke, he lit an incense stick.
"My esteemed guests, you only have the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, so please begin quickly."
Zhou Mingxuan and Yang Silang exchanged a glance.
The food is practically at your fingertips, so what are you waiting for? Let's get started!
The two entered the treasure vault and felt their eyes were about to be dazzled. Inside were rare and precious materials, and there were also labels next to them with detailed descriptions of the items, such as their names, effects, and potential risks.
The time it takes for an incense stick to burn is very short.
There were so many treasures on the shelves that you couldn't even finish looking at all the descriptions.
Yang Silang glanced at it quickly and found that there were Grandmaster and Martial Saint techniques collected by the royal family, and even Taoist scriptures. Unfortunately, upon closer inspection, he found that the Martial Saint Taoist scriptures were all incomplete!
It seems this isn't some kind of core treasure vault; it's just a place with lots of stuff on display.
In addition, there are many divine weapons used by martial artists, as well as resources and magical artifacts needed by Taoist cultivators.
As for other pills that can enhance cultivation, there are so many that it's dazzling.
Whether intentionally or not, a normal treasure vault should have items stored in categories, but here the items were placed in a messy and disorderly manner, without any pattern whatsoever.
There might be a magical artifact next to a medicinal herb, and next to that herb is a martial arts manual.
Yang Silang and Zhou Mingxuan exchanged a glance, then separated and walked inside.
In just a short while, the two of them felt dizzy and their eyes were blurry.
Little Li was still reminding them from outside.
"My esteemed guests, the incense sticks are already half-burned!"
The problem now is not that there aren't enough treasures, but that time is too tight. In the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, we probably wouldn't even be able to walk around the entire treasure vault.
Imagine you are in front of a bountiful wheat field, and you are only allowed to walk through it once. You are not allowed to turn back and take the largest ear of wheat.
You can go in and look around as you please. You'll see a large ear of barley every few steps, and if you walk further ahead, there will be an even larger ear of barley waiting for you.
You linger, reluctant to leave, thinking there might be something better ahead. Before you know it, you've gone deeper into the wheat field, only to find that the ears of wheat are starting to shrink. You panic, and in the end, you can only hastily choose one and leave with endless regret.
Because you don't know if, if you keep going deeper, there might be another exceptional ear of wheat waiting for you in some unknown corner.
Yang Silang calmed down.
Being able to come here is like getting something for free. As long as you gain something, it's not a loss. Don't be greedy and try to get the best; that's unrealistic.
He simply calmed his mind and walked forward, his eyes glowing with the true energy of the wood element, quickly scanning the introduction with ten lines at a glance.
At the same time, he pondered what he lacked.
They have the Black Dragon Bow, the Golden Spear, the Trout Bone Spear, the Mountain-Piercing Scale Armor, the River-Turning Toad Armor, and the mount, the Great Blue; they have no shortage of weapons.
The necessary magical implements and treasures include the Small Ink Decree, Soul-Guiding Banner, Vajra Pestle, Calamity-Replacing Doll, and Concentric Black Ring, which are sufficient for our needs.
The cultivation techniques included Taizu Changquan and Ruyi Tianzun Benjing, but unfortunately, they were incomplete. However, he didn't think that two of the cultivation techniques he needed would appear here.
Then choose whichever you like.
Outside the warehouse gate.
The martial saint who had been dozing off was now standing there, holding a bronze mirror that showed the two of them selecting items in the storeroom.
Yang Silang walked at a brisk pace, yet his demeanor was as leisurely as if he were strolling in a garden, and even his breathing was steady.
Zhou Mingxuan, on the other hand, hurried along, breathing rapidly, his face flushed, and his forehead drenched in sweat. He ran quickly past the shelves, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at the various treasures on them.
The Martial Saint pointed at Yang Silang and laughed.
"Is this the husband my grandniece has chosen?"
"Hmm...good taste."
He was from a distant branch of the royal family, but of a high generation, and was a cousin of the deceased Emperor Jinghe.
Little Li smiled awkwardly and pointed at Zhou Mingxuan.
"Ancestor, this is the one..."
The Martial Saint was stunned for a moment, then let out a cold snort.
"The good-for-nothing younger generation only cares about appearances."
Little Li could only smile awkwardly, completely unsure how to respond.
Inside the warehouse.
Yang Silang casually walked forward, playing with his little aunt, when he suddenly stopped in front of something because his little aunt in his hand had become scalding hot.
"Huh...you actually reacted..."
He looked ahead.
On the shelf was a magical artifact (incomplete), a large black seal that was mostly missing. It was covered with cracks, and the broken pieces gleamed with a cold, metallic light. There was a beast-shaped knob on the seal, which looked like a lion with a winged body.
The description states that this item is the natal magic weapon of a longevity immortal from the previous dynasty, named Chongshan Seal, which has many restrictions.
The great seal flew out, drawing a line on the ground to lock onto its target and smashing down, imprinting rules to seal off heaven and earth, leaving it no way to escape.
Whether human, demon, ghost, or monster, all are crushed into mincemeat under the suppression rules, like a mountain pressing down on them. Even divine weapons and magical treasures cannot withstand a single blow.
It can be described as a born weapon of war, specializing in destroying human lives and magical treasures.
Later, in a fierce battle against a formidable enemy, it destroyed five enemy magic weapons of the same level, and then disintegrated itself, becoming a remnant.
A magic weapon belonging to a true immortal would naturally be good, but it's so damaged that it's hard to even call it a Grandmaster-level item.
Yang Silang intended to cross over.
But his aunt was transmitting waves of heat through his palm, showing that she was very anxious.
Just then, Leonardo DiCaprio's voice came from inside.
"You two esteemed guests, you have one hundred breaths left."
Please choose as soon as possible.
Yang Silang didn't hesitate any longer, "Then it's you!"
He walked steadily toward the gate, carrying the tattered Chongshan Seal.
By the time he reached the gate, the incense sticks had just burned out.
He glanced at the gatekeeper, the Martial Saint, and respectfully bowed to hand over the Chongshan Seal.
"Senior, this is the one I choose!"
The other party seemed somewhat surprised that he had chosen this "waste" item, but did not say much. He took it, nodded, and placed it on the array plate. A sliver of white light flew out from the Chongshan Seal and returned to the array plate.
He then handed the Chongshan Seal to Yang Silang.
"Okay, this is yours from now on."
The martial saint said no more, and Yang Silang waited quietly to the side.
A flurry of footsteps sounded from inside, and Zhou Mingxuan ran out, covered in sweat, holding a fist-sized, exquisitely crafted metal armor warrior.
"I choose this one!"
This is a simple magic weapon. Just by channeling true energy into a drop of blood, you can awaken this metal warrior and transform it into armor that will possess your body.
"I choose this one!"
This is a simple magic weapon. Just by channeling true energy into a drop of blood, you can awaken this metal warrior and transform it into armor that will possess your body.
It can enable its owner to fight beyond their level, and its power is increased accordingly based on the owner's true energy. Its maximum combat power can reach the Grandmaster level, making it a very practical protective magic weapon.