"What is that thing? It feels so familiar," Daoist Shan He stared at the sky with a deep gaze.
Above them, a white tuft of fur and a staff were combining, and the aura emanating from the fur made Daoist Shan He feel somewhat intoxicated.
"That's something the boss found in the mechanism. I didn't expect it to heal," Fatty explained from the side.
Daoist Shan He felt his whole body tremble.
"It's the silk thread from that mechanism! I thought it was something ordinary, but it's not at all!" Daoist Shan He was internally shaken.
Looking at what was in front of him, Daoist Shan He knew clearly that this was absolutely no ordinary item.
It was likely a mid-grade, or even a high-grade magic artifact!
In this era, magic artifacts were extremely precious. Even looking across the entire Maoshan sect, those who could produce a high-grade magic artifact were few and far between.
Perhaps only a few of the former patriarchs had possessed such items.
"What a pity, such a pity." Daoist Shan He sighed repeatedly, filled with a thousand regrets.
If he could do it all over again, he would definitely choose to obtain the silk thread from the mechanism.
"Master, why are you sighing?" Fatty asked, seeing Daoist Shan He's continuous sighs.
"Adult matters, children shouldn't interfere," Daoist Shan He said, continuing to look up at the sky.
He saw that the previously damaged whisk was now assembling itself.
The whisk floated in the air, emitting a unique aura.
Zhang Tian could feel it was the distinct aura of a flood dragon.
"As expected of something with a flood dragon's inner core as its core, truly magnificent," Zhang Tian mused to himself.
With a wave of his hand, the whisk landed in his palm.
Holding the whisk, Zhang Tian felt an inexhaustible strength surge through his hand.
"Since I fixed it and it carries the flood dragon core, its previous name is no longer relevant. From now on, you shall be called Fu Jiao," Zhang Tian murmured, greatly satisfied with the whisk.
Now, Zhang Tian possessed three magic artifacts.
One for expelling evil, one for killing zombies, and now this whisk. Frankly, Zhang Tian's equipment was complete.
"Boss, it seems there's also a peach wood sword here," Hu Ba Yi's sharp eyes spotted a peach wood sword behind the corpse. However, possibly due to the heavy aura of death, the sword itself had turned a little black.
"Item Name: Dark Path Peach Wood Sword!"
"Item Level: Mid-grade to Upper-grade Magic Artifact."
"Item Description: A wooden sword crafted from thousand-year-old evil peach wood. It is not only filled with malevolent energy, but its wielder may also be tainted by this energy. This sword can cleave all evil and possesses supreme abilities."
The description echoed in his mind. Zhang Tian frowned slightly. This wooden sword was crafted from evil wood, which was quite interesting. This meant that the legends were true. Xu Fu was an evil Taoist, otherwise, how could he possess such a peach wood sword?
"This wooden sword has a problem. Its malevolent energy is very strong," Zhang Qilin's clear voice emanated from his lips as he gazed at the sword.
"This wooden sword might be made from evil wood. Evil wood is from peach trees that grow in extremely yin places. The peach trees absorb countless malevolent energies over time, transforming into evil wood," Zhang Tian said softly, looking at the sword.
A hint of disappointment flashed in Hu Ba Yi's eyes. He had thought he could acquire a useful weapon. Now, it seemed there was no chance.
"This wooden sword can still be used, but I don't recommend you use it. After we get out, I'll give you my peach wood sword," Zhang Tian said gently. With the whisk, Zhang Tian no longer needed the peach wood sword. The whisk's power was far superior to the peach wood sword, that was certain.
"But boss, that wooden sword is yours." Hu Ba Yi spoke without hesitation.
"We are brothers, there's no need for such formalities. Besides, didn't we just get a whisk?" Zhang Tian waved his hand.
Hu Ba Yi nodded and said no more. After all, he did need a weapon, and this evil wood sword was not suitable for him.
Zhang Tian waved his hand, tossing the wooden sword into his spatial storage. He then looked around at the other areas.
"I remember ancient Taoists used to carry quite a few things."
"Let's move the corpse and see." Zhang Tian said, using one hand to prop up the corpse.
As expected, beneath the corpse, an ancient book appeared. Simultaneously, beneath the corpse, inscriptions also appeared. The writing was in the Qin state script, not Fuji script, so it was easily decipherable.
"A古籍?" Hu Ba Yi's eyes lit up as he looked at the book.
Zhang Tian took out the ancient book and handed it to Hu Ba Yi, then looked at the carvings inside the coffin.
"I am Xu Fu Shi. I once ventured to the East Sea for Qin King's quest for immortality. However, I knew well that the Qin King kept no useless dogs, so I harbored a secret plan and declared myself king. Later, upon hearing news of immortality, I returned to Xia Guo, apprenticed myself to the Golden Ghost Sect. Afterward, I sought elixirs from Medicine King Valley. I did not find Medicine King, but I found a book of elixirs and several bottles of pills. But good times did not last. Because the Golden Ghost Sect was an evil sect, it was soon eradicated, and my whereabouts were discovered by the Qin King. I then fled back to the Land of the Rising Sun."
The inscriptions within the coffin ended there. Zhang Tian didn't understand why people would write their life stories after death. But for now, there it was.
"This book should be the elixir book he obtained from Medicine King Valley. It seems Medicine King was a contemporary of the Qin King," Zhang Tian retracted his gaze, deducing Medicine King's era from the inscriptions on the coffin.
"Boss, this ancient book indeed contains many elixirs, even their names and methods of refinement!"
"Look quickly, this is an elixir we didn't recognize before. This is the Glazed Pill! Used for breaking through the dantian!" Hu Ba Yi excitedly exclaimed, flipping through the ancient book.
Zhang Tian's heart rejoiced, and he glanced at Zhang Qilin. Zhang Qilin's eyes also showed some interest. Following Zhang Tian meant experiencing extraordinary events every few days. Hu Ba Yi now suspected if Zhang Tian and they had some kind of luck buff; their fortune was truly explosive.
"Quickly check what that green elixir in the spider's mouth was," Zhang Tian looked over, a hint of anticipation in his voice.
Hu Ba Yi nodded and busied himself searching the ancient book. Sure enough, within the ancient book, a green elixir appeared, exactly like the one from the spider.
"Soul Returning Pill. An elixir refined by burning souls. It requires the burning of eighty-one souls to condense the pill." Looking at the description in the ancient book, Zhang Tian and Hu Ba Yi exchanged glances. No wonder Tsuburaya had mentioned a firewall in that pit, and the giant spider could spit fire. It might all be related to this.
"Effect of the Soul Returning Pill: It can enhance the condensation of the soul and can be used to condense the soul body of the deceased (Note: For non-cultivators, it can only condense for one minute)." Looking at the elixir's abilities, Zhang Tian gasped. To grant a non-cultivator one minute of condensed soul time was already incredibly miraculous. Normally, unless it was extreme resentment or a cultivator turned ghost, ordinary people would quickly reincarnate after death.
"This thing looks very useful. This ancient book is called the Three Thousand Elixir Arts, quite simple," Zhang Tian remarked, glancing at the book's title.
"Boss, let's put this away for now and look at it after we get out. Huh, there seems to be something in his mouth!" Hu Ba Yi handed the ancient book back to Zhang Tian, his eyes spotting something unusual. Zhang Tian's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly looked. Indeed, in the partially covered mouth of the corpse, there was something yellowish! Zhang Tian couldn't help but marvel at how sharp Hu Ba Yi's eyes were; he could even spot such a tiny thing.