Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 102 Counting Harvest
On the cliff crossing the sea, the sun is shining brightly.

The gentle summer breeze dispelled the melancholy, but because it was close to the East China Sea, the wind was a bit hot and humid.

Chen Mu moved his feet lightly and soon arrived in front of Tinghai Pavilion.

"When I left, summer was just beginning to arrive, and when I returned, everything was green and lush..."

He murmured a smile, raised his eyes to look at the forest of trees near Tinghai Pavilion, and spoke slowly.

After a moment, Chen Mu withdrew his thoughts and strode into Tinghai Pavilion.

After sitting cross-legged, he did not start practicing as usual, but took out several storage bags.

He took these from the bodies of Manager Hu and others. He was busy on his way back and had no time to check.

"Treasure hunting... The ancient cultivator didn't find many treasures, but he did search the storage bags of his companions."

Chen Mu shook his head and smiled, and couldn't help but sigh at the cruel fate.

After a while, he picked up the storage bag of Li Hu, who died first, turned his magic power to eliminate the magic imprint on it, and then used his spiritual consciousness to look at it intently.

The space was not big, only a few feet square. There were only a few hundred spirit stones placed on the far left. In addition to the magic weapon he used, a golden machete, there were quite a few low- and medium-level demon pills in various colors, which were very pleasing. The rest were just a few bottles and jars, and some clothes and miscellaneous items.

Chen Mu picked up the bottles and jars and examined them one by one. He found that most of them were healing pills, and only a small part was used for cultivation.

"It seems that he has almost used up all the spiritual stones that were distributed to him several times before. As for these healing pills and demon pills, perhaps he often goes to the Black Ze Mountains..."

Chen Mu's mind moved, and he speculated to himself.

He poured out everything in the storage bag and put it aside for the time being, then picked up another storage bag and looked at it carefully.

This inner space is actually larger than Li Hu's and more organized.

The most eye-catching thing was a small pile of spirit stones placed in the middle. Chen Mu took a quick look and estimated that there were about three or four hundred of them.

On the right side of the spirit stone, there were several piles of ancient books neatly arranged, which immediately aroused his curiosity. He quickly took them out to check, and after a while he put them aside.

However, these were some books written by great scholars collected by Fang Xiaopan. It seemed that he cared about them very much, which was why he placed them in a conspicuous place.

"No wonder I always feel like he has a scholarly aura about him. Turns out he has this hobby..."

Chen Mu shook his head and smiled, complaining in his heart.

Before he entered the Tao, he was like Fang Xiaopan, and was inseparable from worldly books. It was only when his practice time became increasingly tight that he gradually abandoned them.

"If you have some free time, you might as well take a look..."

Chen Mu glanced past the books and looked at the remaining items.

There were two mid-grade magical instruments, one was the golden judge's pen that Fang Xiaopan usually used, and the other was a wine-jar-shaped magical instrument, gray-green in color, with a picture of a carp spitting pearls on the surface, which looked very exquisite.

He immediately took it out and played with it for a while, then nodded slightly and put it aside.

Now that he had the Zhaokong Sword in his hand, he didn't need too many killing instruments, so he glanced at Li Hu's Pudao and Fang Xiaopan's Judge's Pen. On the contrary, he tended to look more favorably on instruments that might have other uses...

Apart from these valuable things, the rest were some spiritual materials and miscellaneous items, which were almost the same as Li Hu's things.

After a while, Chen Mu poured out the resources in the storage bag and put them on the other side.

He then continued his movements, examining Wu Xuanyang's storage bag. "I didn't expect Fellow Daoist Wu to be in such a difficult situation. His realm is clearly much higher than Fang Xiaopan and Li Hu, yet the contents of his bag are not as rich as Li Hu's..."

It is true that among all the items on his body, the most valuable is only the magic weapon he relies on for survival.

After all, his Flame Ruler is a top-grade magical weapon, and it is not easy for a casual cultivator to acquire it.

Chen Mu sighed lightly, took out the Flame-Dividing Ruler and the green jade pendant that he had been asked to keep in the cave, and placed them on top of the resources piled beside him.

"The next thing should be the biggest harvest of this trip..."

His eyes brightened slightly, with a hint of anticipation, and then he immediately picked up Manager Hu's storage bag, took a deep breath and looked at it intently.

"This is……"

Although he had already guessed that Manager Hu, as the organizer of the group, was hiding many things, his wealth must not be as ordinary as his apparent cultivation level of the eighth level of Qi Condensation.

But when he took his first look, he was shocked by the scene before him, and his curiosity about Manager Hu grew even stronger.

Unfortunately, he has now passed away into the netherworld, so naturally I cannot tell him anymore.

In the space of more than six feet square, there was a pile of spirit stones, which was much more than the total number of the three people before, probably more than a thousand.

You have to know that Manager Hu is just a head disciple of the Treasure Pavilion in Tianhe Market. To put it in a positive way, he is a person with power. To put it in a negative way, he is just a chore who does some time-consuming and mundane things for his master.

A thousand spirit stones were the reward Chen Mu received for securing 10% of the resources for Tianhu Peak in the next ten years.

"If others knew your wealth, they would probably be stunned for a moment..."

Chen Mu pursed his lips and sighed inwardly.

Moreover, he not only had more spirit stones than ordinary people, but also more magical instruments. Now they were all arranged in front of Chen Mu, which made him dazzled for a moment.

He shook his head and picked up the magic weapon closest to him. It was the small copper coin sword that Manager Hu usually used to show weakness. It was just a mid-grade magic weapon and there was nothing special about it.

Chen Mu simply put it aside, ignored it, and picked up the gold and iron stone tablet again.

He used his spiritual sense to investigate and found that this golden and iron stele was a top-grade magical weapon. It was solid color without any patterns and extremely simple, with only two seal characters as small as mosquitoes in the upper left corner.

"Yingtian..."

He muttered to himself, then put it away.

He remembered that Manager Hu, who was only at the eighth level of Qi Condensation, had managed to block the attack of the cultivators from Chixia Island for a moment with this Heaven-Reflecting Stele...

Along with it, there was another magical weapon that impressed Chen Mu, which was the long red gold nail, which actually broke through his Green Ivy Lion Head Shield and Waterfall Technique in succession.

He felt distressed when he thought of this. The Green Vine Lion Head Shield had been damaged not long after it was used by him. He needed to find an opportunity to try to repair it.

He took out the culprit and looked at it carefully for a moment.

"It is indeed a top-grade magical weapon..."

He nodded in understanding, guessing that this top-grade magic weapon should have been obtained from the cave several times before and refined by Manager Hu for his own use.

Chen Mu did not stop for a moment and looked at the remaining magic weapons again, but he found that the remaining ones were not as good as the red gold long nails, even the Yingtian Stele was not as good as them, which made him a little disappointed.

(End of this chapter)