What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

I continued walking inside.

On the shelf in the middle were some ancient magical artifacts and strange objects.

There was a small drum made of an unknown animal hide, which exuded a cold aura.

There was a short knife that was entirely black, with a bluish glow on its blade.

There are also some ornaments carved from bone.

Although these things are quite old, the aura on them is mostly sinister and vicious, which doesn't match the evil energy I cultivate.

My lancet has been reforged, and with my usual black bone needles, I am not lacking in weaponry for the time being.

Lan Manshan and I walked all the way to the deepest part of the treasure vault.

There is only a single stone platform here, on which are three wooden boxes placed.

Lan Manshan walked to the stone platform, pointed to the three wooden boxes, and said, "Young friend Chen, these three boxes contain some of the most precious treasures of my Lan family. You can take a look."

He opened the first wooden box.

Inside was a piece of wood, about half a foot long, with a dark red color.

The surface of this piece of wood is covered with charred lines, but it exudes an extremely rich vitality.

"This is a century-old blood vine," Lan Manshan introduced.

"It grows in extremely yin and evil places, yet it can nurture pure yang vitality."

It is of the highest quality for use in medicine or for crafting magical artifacts.

I looked at the piece of blood vine and shook my head.

The Nine Netherworld Thunderstruck Wood Heart that Zhang Xuanqing gave me is of higher quality than this; I no longer need it.

Lan Manshan then opened the second wooden box.

I looked up and saw a layer of black velvet in the box, on which sat a fist-sized, translucent amber object.

This thing looks like a giant cocoon, but its surface is covered with tiny holes and it emits an extremely pungent, fishy smell.

"This is the molted shell of a centipede."

Lan Manshan pointed to the translucent object, his tone tinged with pride.

"This thing has long since disappeared from the outside world; only our Lan family has preserved such a complete one."

Grind it into powder and combine it with several other poisonous herbs to make a colorless and odorless bone-dissolving powder.

Even a master of internal martial arts, if touched even a little bit, will turn into a pool of blood within half an hour.

If used to feed one's own natal Gu (a type of venomous insect), it can significantly enhance the venom's potency.

I looked at the amber-colored molted shell and shook my head.

This thing is indeed a rare poison.

If it were on the black market, it would definitely fetch an astronomical price.

But it's useless to me.

"Grandpa, this thing is useless to me."

I said calmly, turning my gaze to the last wooden box.

Seeing that I didn't want it, Lan Manshan didn't say anything more. He just carefully closed the second wooden box and then reached out to open the third wooden box.

The third box is smaller than the first two.

As the lid was lifted, an unremarkable object was revealed inside.

It was something that looked like a piece of dead wood.

It is only about three inches long and as thick as two fingers.

Its surface has a dull grayish-brown color and is covered with cracked lines.

It's like a piece of rotten wood that's been exposed to the sun for over a decade.

It had no luster and did not emit any special odor.

I frowned slightly and focused my gaze on the piece of dead wood.

Although it looks extremely ordinary, even somewhat dilapidated.

But I could vaguely sense that the inside of this piece of dead wood contained a kind of vital energy.

This energy of blood and qi is extremely weak, so weak that I can hardly detect its existence unless I deliberately try to perceive it.

It was as if it were tightly sealed in the center of a dead tree by some force, with only a very slight fluctuation occasionally seeping out.

"What is this?"

I looked at Lan Manshan and asked curiously.

Lan Manshan looked at the withered tree trunk, smiled bitterly, and shook his head.

"Young friend Chen, to be honest, we don't know what this thing is either."

Lan Manshan sighed.

"This thing has been kept in the treasure vault for a long time."

It is said that an ancestor of the Lan family found it in the ruins of an ancient altar deep in the Ten Thousand Mountains.

The ancestor felt that this object, appearing at the center of the altar, must be extraordinary, so he brought it back.

"But several generations have passed."

Our Lan family elders have tried various methods, including burning, soaking, and even using high-level Gu worms to gnaw at it, but they have failed to leave a single mark on this piece of wood.

It was unusually hard.

But apart from its hardness, it seems to have no other uses; it can neither be used in medicine nor in the making of poisons.

As time went by, no one touched it anymore, and it just sat there collecting dust.

After hearing Lan Manshan's explanation, I felt somewhat disappointed.

Even the Lan family has been unable to figure out this for generations, so if I take it back, it'll probably just be a decoration.

My primary task now is to find items that can help me break through to the Sha Dan realm, or magical artifacts that can enhance my combat abilities.

This piece of withered wood, of unknown origin and containing only a faint trace of life force, clearly does not meet my needs.

"Grandpa, I don't think I need any of the things in these three boxes."

I shifted my gaze from the dead tree to Blue Mountain.

"I plan to look around elsewhere and see if there are any suitable options."

With such a large treasure trove and so many items on the shelves, I'm always sure I can find something useful.

Lan Manshan nodded and was about to close the third wooden box.

Just then, something unexpected happened.

The black bone needle that I kept close to my chest pocket suddenly vibrated slightly without warning.

The vibration was very slight, like a phone vibrating in your pocket for half a second.

But because the bone needles were placed close to my body, I could feel them very clearly.

I stopped in my tracks, my eyes narrowing slightly.

Since these bone needles came into my possession, they have rarely reacted on their own.

But now...

I stood there, not saying a word, just quietly feeling the movement in my chest.

The black bone needle vibrated briefly before returning to calm.

But I could sense that it was exerting a very subtle "pulse" on something on the stone platform.

Following that guiding feeling, my gaze fell once again on the piece of dead wood in the third wooden box.

is it.

The black bone needles were reminding me to take down this piece of dead wood.

My mind raced.

The origin of the black bone needle is extremely mysterious; it is definitely not an ordinary magical artifact.

Since it reacted to this piece of dead wood, it means that this piece of dead wood is definitely not as simple as it seems on the surface.

The Lan family couldn't figure it out, perhaps because this piece of dead wood contained some secret that only the Corpse Stitcher lineage could unlock, or that could only be solved by using the black bone needles.

With that thought in mind, I gave up the idea of ​​continuing to look for other shelves.

I turned around, walked back to the stone platform, looked at Lan Manshan, and said, "Grandpa, I've changed my mind. I'll choose this one."