Martial Arts: Starting with Upgrading the Dilapidated Temple

Chapter 91 A Triumphant Return

Xu Hao stepped into the surging waves, his figure disappearing into the thick gray-white fog, landing silently on the deck of the Zhenyuan.

Luo Meng was pacing back and forth along the ship's side with his arms crossed, while Ni Hou was squatting under the mast, picking at the wooden planks with a dagger.

Hearing the noise, the two of them looked up at the same time.

Upon seeing Xu Hao's attire, both of them froze.

Xu Hao's belt, adorned with a lush green outfit, was adorned with a long string of colorful brocade pouches that jingled as he moved.

The mud monkey scrambled forward, its eyes practically glued to Xu Hao's waist.

"Boss, where did you get your supplies? Why are these otherworldly young masters carrying so many sachets?"

Luo Meng slapped the mud monkey on the back of the head.

"You ignorant bumpkin. This is called a storage bag."

"Boss, have you taken all the disciples from the six major sects?"

"No, the chives were growing too densely, so I just cut a few extra batches." Xu Hao casually tore off a few dusty bags and tossed them to Chen Yuanzhi, who had just crawled out of the hold.

Chen Yuanzhi caught it in a flurry of activity.

"Second brother, these bags are filled with low-grade spiritual herbs, miscellaneous items, and some bottles of poison and pills." Xu Hao patted the dust off his clothes. "Take these and figure out what kind of medicine formulas are used in the Chenhuang Continent."

Chen Yuanzhi gripped the storage bag, his fingers trembling.

He's a drug addict, and he's never handled so many rare and precious herbs in his life.

"Boss, how do I use this storage bag? I can't open it."

"I've already broken the mark, so I can just pour blood and qi into it directly."

The mud monkey sidled up to Chen Yuanzhi, peering curiously into the bag.

"Second Master, let me smell this. Aren't the flowers and plants from this other world more fragrant than those from our Shengzhou?"

Chen Yuanzhi, as if protecting his own offspring, stuffed the storage bag into his bosom and kicked the mud monkey away.

"Get out of my way, don't hurt my baby with your dirty paws."

Xu Hao ignored these few clowns, took the remaining dozens of high-quality storage bags, and turned to walk towards the main cabin.

"Keep an eye on the ship. No one is allowed to approach without my permission."

Luo Meng pounded his chest loudly.

"Don't worry, boss. Even if the King of Heaven himself came today, he'd have to die under this ship."

The cabin door closed, shutting out the noise from outside.

Xu Hao threw dozens of storage bags on the table, preparing to take stock of this windfall.

With a single thought, his consciousness sank directly into the blessed landscape painting in his mind.

After breaking through to the Inner Strength Realm, the Sumeru Warehouse attached to the scroll was no longer a cramped corner that could only hold some odds and ends.

The space in front of them was forcibly expanded, becoming as large as a spacious main room.

Xu Hao circulated his qi and blood, forcefully pouring it into the pile of colorful storage bags in front of him through his fingertips. With a series of soft thuds, the qi and blood imprints left by the original owner were shattered one by one.

Splash!

The bag tipped over, and a series of crisp clinking sounds echoed throughout the cabin.

Hundreds of low-grade spirit stones rolled out, instantly piling up on the table into a dazzling little mountain.

There were also eighteen crystal-clear, spiritually rich, mid-grade spirit stones scattered around.

Besides spirit stones, there were also century-old blood spirit ginseng, ice lotus with ice shards, and colorful pill bottles, all rolling around on the ground.

This windfall is so great that even if the twelve bandits of Shengzhou were to pawn the last vestiges of Luo Tianheng's Zhenhai Alliance, they wouldn't be able to scrape together a fraction of it.

That's enough for the people on the Zhenyuan to squander for several years.

Xu Hao casually tossed a mid-grade spirit stone, then suddenly stopped.

Involuntarily, Luo Meng's silly-looking face and the mud monkey's greedy and greedy nature, as if he wanted to stick his eyeballs to the Yin Soul Crystal, appeared in his mind.

Although Chen Yuanzhi spends all his time carrying around the Poison Classic and hovering around his broken pottery jar, he is quite decisive when it comes to real trouble.

I don’t know when it started, but these pirates, who were originally only intended to be cannon fodder, have become quite useful to me, and I’ve even developed a bit of brotherhood with them.

"How about we share some with these bumpkins?" Xu Hao rubbed the edge of the spirit stone with his fingertips, then shook his head.

No.

These guys have never even seen what spirit stones look like. If they actually take them out to show off, whether it's in this secret realm full of geniuses from other worlds or in the resource-poor Tianqing Continent, they probably won't even know how they died.

Every husband is not guilty, and he is guilty of his crime.

"Let Zhenyuan eat more, and once the essence blood beads condense, then give them to them for body tempering and leveling up. That's the real life-saving stuff." Xu Hao threw the spirit stones back into the pile and swept all the spoils into the Sumeru Warehouse.

Xu Hao rummaged through a pile of miscellaneous items and found a book with an antique texture, "Tales of the Deserted City".

As he opened it, his eyebrows furrowed even higher.

The things recorded in this book slowly unveiled the veil of the world before his eyes.

According to the book, in ancient times, the Martial Ancestor broke through the void and became a god. He managed to shatter the vast Haotian Great World into several smaller worlds, and the nine peerless divine skills he left behind were scattered to various places.

The Tianqing Continent is a fragment, and so is the Chenhuang Continent.

The difference is that the Chenhuang Continent is fortunate to have abundant spiritual energy.

They didn't follow the arduous path of qi and blood martial arts at all, but instead evolved a lofty and superior cultivation system.

With numerous sects and the ability to fly on swords, it sounds far more sophisticated than the peasants on Tianqing Continent who are just fighting over knives.

Xu Hao flipped to the last page and stared intently at a realm comparison chart.

In the Tianqing Continent, the Yi Jin Realm is called the mid-stage of Qi Refining in the Chenhuang Realm.

His proud inner strength realm was at most a late-stage Qi Refining realm.

As for Luo Tianheng, that old dog who pretended to be a big shot his whole life, his Tongqiao Realm is called the Foundation Establishment Stage in the cultivation world. That's the threshold for him to truly transcend the mortal realm.

"No wonder." Xu Hao chuckled and threw the book on the table.

No wonder those few brats from the Green Mountain Sect who were at the Yi Jin Realm could withstand the self-destruction of Xian Tie Shou and Dian She Sun just by forming a battle formation.

They've been immersed in spiritual energy since childhood and practice advanced techniques; this is a complete dimensional reduction attack from their system and spiritual foundation.

It's no wonder that these bigwigs in Shengzhou died at their hands.

Xu Hao looked down at his hands, which were covered in calluses and had bulging veins.

"A noble system? A profound spiritual foundation?" A mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth, and he suddenly clenched his fingers, squeezing the air so hard that it produced a sonic boom.

"Your physical body is as fragile as paper, what kind of cultivation is this? Once the truth is on your body, I don't care if you're cultivating truth or immortality, I'll still snap your neck in one go."

Just as I was figuring out how to harvest a few more crops of chives, the cabin door was suddenly slammed shut with a deafening bang.

"Boss! Stop counting the money and come out to see!" Chen Yuanzhi's voice was unusually impatient, and he had even lost his usual composure.

Xu Hao yanked open the hatch, his brows furrowing slightly.

"What happened?"

Chen Yuanzhi pointed to the churning lake water outside the ship's side, his face ashen.

"There's something alive at the bottom of the lake! It's bigger than our ship, and it's circled the Zhenyuan three times already. Judging by its behavior, it's treating us like snacks!"