34: Chapter 34 The precious treasure my master gave me smells so good!

The main hall doors of the Yunxiao Holy Land closed.

The noise from the outside world vanished.

Mo Wentian sat on the floor, completely devoid of his usual decorum. He held the gift list and the extortion list for the Heavenly Sword Sect, his mouth grinning from ear to ear, with drool almost spilling out.

"We're rich… we're really rich this time."

Mo Wentian exclaimed as he flipped through the lists. The Wanhua Immortal Gate had bled heavily this time, even ceding a Earth Fire Spiritual Vein. Junior Brother's single finger was truly worth a fortune.

The center of the main hall was piled high with treasures, the colorful radiance illuminating the hall brightly.

This was a massive pile of genuine treasures.

Lu Chen squatted amidst the pile of treasures. He held a jade belt he had stripped off Ziyang's body, curling his lip in disdain.

"Senior Brother, can you have a bit more dignity?"

Lu Chen casually tossed the defensive Magic Treasure, which was capable of withstanding a Saint's strike, to the side with a clatter.

"It's just the coffin money of a few old geezers."

Not long ago, adhering to the principle of not letting anything go to waste, Lu Chen had skillfully looted the bodies.

Aside from the undergarments covering their shame, not a single hair remained on those six powerful figures.

He had stripped off their Storage Rings.

He had severed the connections to their Lifebound Treasures and taken them.

Even the Azure Lotus Imperial Heart Fire, which Ancestor Wanhua had been nurturing within his Dantian, had been dug out by Lu Chen's hand.

"And these are called big shots?"

Lu Chen rummaged through the pile of items, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter.

"Too poor. A dignified Quasi-Emperor's Storage Pouch doesn't even have a few stalks of Undying Divine Medicine. It's all just thousands-of-years-old trash; they aren't even one-tenth as rich as me."

Beside him, Su Xuner and Su Qiyue felt their scalps tingle.

Thousands-of-years-old trash herbs.

Outside, people would break their heads fighting for them, and they could even trigger wars between Sects.

"At least these few seedlings are passable."

Lu Chen finally unearthed the gold in a corner. It was an Imperial Medicine seed found in Han Jing's private stash. He tucked it into his sleeve dimension, planning to plant it in the back mountain later.

As for the rest of the items.

Lu Chen stood up and dusted off his hands. He pointed to the pile of shimmering Magic Treasures, Ores, and Medicinal Pills on the ground, as well as the six dim imperial weapons of the utmost path.

"Senior Brother, you handle these pieces of scrap metal. They're just taking up space here."

"Pieces of scrap metal?"

Mo Wentian lunged forward, protecting the pile of treasures like a mother hen protecting her chicks.

"Junior Brother, there are six imperial weapons of the utmost path in here! Although they've been damaged, they can be restored after a few hundred years of nurturing. This is our foundation!"

Lu Chen yawned.

"What do I need those for? I have my own."

Lu Chen ignored his excited Senior Brother and turned his head to look at the three young girls standing uneasily to the side.

Su Qiyue was staring at a bright red fruit, swallowing her saliva.

"Want to eat it?"

Lu Chen casually grabbed the ten-thousand-year-old Vermilion Fruit, which was exuding a rich medicinal fragrance, and tossed it over like a carrot.

"Catch it. Take it as a snack, don't choke."

Su Qiyue caught it in a panic, her large eyes wide open.

"Revered Master, I am not a Yao Beast! This is a ten-thousand-year-old Vermilion Fruit; one bite could make me explode…"

"Explode? With me here, at most you'll just burst your clothes."

Lu Chen waved his hand.

"Eat it to grow taller."

Su Qiyue didn't care anymore and took a crunching bite.

Juice splattered everywhere, and the fragrance was intoxicating.

With Lu Chen there—he placed his hand on her chest to help her—she didn't explode and die. A warm current flowed through all her limbs and bones, making her squint her eyes in comfort.

"Delicious."

Beside her, Su Xuner's eyes twitched.

Too wasteful.

If that ten-thousand-year-old Vermilion Fruit were refined into a Medicinal Pill, it would have a 20% higher chance of creating a Saint, yet it was just eaten raw like that.

"As for you."

Lu Chen's gaze fell on Su Xuner.

Su Xuner instantly tensed up, subconsciously straightening her posture.

She wanted to see what this Revered Master could give her.

Lu Chen rummaged through the spoils of war for a long time, finally pulling out a crumpled ancient book from a corner of Ancestor Wanhua's Storage Ring.

The book looked quite old, with some bloodstains on the cover.

Lu Chen tossed it casually.

Slap.

The ancient book landed accurately in Su Xuner's arms.

"Although this Cultivation Technique is a bit trashy, it's barely usable."

Lu Chen's tone was very casual.

"You take this one to practice with first; solidify your foundation before talking about anything else."

She lowered her head and glanced at the ancient book in her hand nonchalantly.

The next second.

Su Xuner's pupils contracted. On the ancient cover, three words were written.

Wanhua Classic.

Su Xuner felt a thunderclap explode in her mind.

Wanhua Classic. This was the Wanhua Immortal Gate's supreme treasure, only transmittable to the Saint, the Wanhua Emperor Scripture that pointed directly to the Dao.

This was the supreme manual that countless Cultivators in the outside world dreamed of, the foundation for the Wanhua Immortal Gate to stand tall in the Central Plains for tens of thousands of years.

Su Xuner looked up abruptly at Lu Chen, but he had already turned away, not taking this seriously at all.

At this moment, the arrogance in Su Xuner's heart dissipated, and she became even more infatuated.

She took a deep breath, clutching the Wanhua Classic tightly with both hands. Her knees went weak, and she bowed deeply to that back.

"Thank you for bestowing the technique, Revered Master."

Lu Chen waved his hand without turning his head.

"Don't call me Revered Master, it sounds weird, like you're calling me a pervert."

Having dealt with the two younger ones, Lu Chen finally looked at his eldest disciple, Leng Qingqiu.

Leng Qingqiu, dressed in red, stood there quietly. Her eyes remained cold and clear, yet a glimmer of expectation flickered deep within them.

She didn't care about any Emperor Scripture or Imperial Medicine; what she cared about was whether Revered Master would give it to her. If Lu Chen gave it to her, that would be enough.

Looking at his eldest disciple's expression of begging to be fed, Lu Chen reached out and ruffled her smooth black hair.

"You don't need these external objects."

Lu Chen withdrew his hand, his voice dropping a few degrees.

"Those things are not worthy of you. Come to my room at the hour of the rat tonight."

Lu Chen paused, his eyes turning profound.

"Revered Master will teach you something even more powerful to help you point directly to the Dao of the Origin."

As soon as these words were spoken.

The main hall became extremely quiet.

Su Xuner, who had just submitted, looked up abruptly, her eyes filled with astonishment.

The teacups in the hands of Wei Hongyu and Yao Xi, who had been sitting on the grand chairs drinking tea and watching the show, shattered simultaneously, turning into powder.

Two streams of Killing Intent instantly locked onto Lu Chen.

"Cough, cough, cough…"

Mo Wentian suddenly erupted into a fit of violent coughing. He covered his ears tightly, turned to face the wall, and shouted loudly.

"Oh my, the mural on this wall is really beautiful. I didn't hear anything; I'm deaf, I'm really deaf!"

Leng Qingqiu's icy, beautiful face, which remained frozen for ten thousand years, turned red to the earlobes at a visible speed.

She lowered her head, twisting the corner of her clothes with her fingers. Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's, carrying a hint of irrepressible joy and shyness.

"Yes, disciple obeys. Thank you, Revered Master, for satisfying me!"

"Lu Chen!"

Wei Hongyu's gnashing voice came from behind, carrying a sour scent of aged vinegar.

"It's broad daylight, and you're already so impatient? 'Instruction in the room'? 'Pointing directly to the Origin'? Do you have no shame?"

Yao Xi sneered repeatedly, the spirit fox in her hand yelping in pain as she squeezed it.

"What a great example of a teacher! What a great 'personal instruction'! Fellow Daoist Lu, the rules of your Yunxiao Holy Land are truly open-minded."

Lu Chen turned around with a bewildered look, staring at the two women who looked like they wanted to eat him.

"What kind of looks are those?"

Lu Chen was speechless.

"I meant teaching her my Sword Intent insights. That is communication at the level of the Divine Soul, so of course it needs a quiet place! Can your thoughts be a bit healthier? Can they be a bit more sunshine-filled?"

Wei Hongyu sneered.

Yao Xi rolled her eyes.

Lu Chen was unable to defend himself and could only sigh up at the sky.

"What a sin! I've been wronged! I really didn't think about crossing the line with my disciple!"