93: Chapter 93 Qingfeng Village Treasure Vault, Dividing the Loot! A Happy Trouble

"Demon Ruins, I really like this name... In my opinion, that place where beasts gather, the Demon Ruins, is more like a dungeon."

"Chen Yichuan, when are we leaving?" Zhang Fan replied, then rubbed his hands together, urging him on.

Such a great place, a dungeon.

Zhang Fan couldn't wait any longer.

Hearing this, Chen Yichuan nodded.

A hidden land, the Demon Ruins.

It really was like a dungeon in a game, hunting beasts to level up quickly.

The Demon Ruins also had Tier 1 Demonic Beasts. Killing them not only provided martial arts experience, but the Tier 1 Demonic Beasts were treasures from head to toe, useful for refining items; it was killing multiple birds with one stone.

Although Chen Yichuan was also eager, he suppressed the excitement in his heart.

"Zhang Fan, let's talk about this in a few days."

"The top priority, of course, is to go and count the loot in the Qingfeng Stronghold treasury!! The Demon Ruins won't run away, but treasures won't wait for anyone." After saying this, the corners of Chen Yichuan's mouth curled up slightly.

He used the Grass-Gliding Technique and quickly headed toward the location of the Qingfeng Stronghold treasury.

"Holy crap!"

Seeing this scene, Zhang Fan woke up from a dream and shouted, "Wait for me, Chen Yichuan, don't hoard all the martial arts techniques for yourself!!"

...

Chen Yichuan and Zhang Fan sat on a pile of grain, their faces full of excitement. Beside them were several large boxes of gold, jewelry, and medicinal herbs.

However...

What excited them the most was that Qingfeng Stronghold actually had over 20 martial arts techniques.

17 were unranked martial arts.

There were also ranked martial arts.

Among them, 4 were First-grade Martial Arts, and 1 was a second-grade martial art.

"Haha, there's actually a second-grade martial art—the Moon-Chasing Sword Technique! Chen Yichuan, you wield a sword, this is for you!!"

Seeing this sword technique, Zhang Fan didn't hesitate and tossed it directly to Chen Yichuan.

There was no other reason.

The learning requirements were too harsh for him.

50 points of strength, 50 points of agility, 20 points of spirit.

Zhang Fan couldn't afford to learn it at all, so he took a quick look and didn't hesitate.

"Whoa. Fan-zi, your ideological awareness is very high." Chen Yichuan took the Moon-Chasing Sword Technique and laughed heartily.

Seeing the learning requirements on it, Chen Yichuan immediately understood.

'Ding.'

'System prompt: Player attributes have reached the requirements to learn the Moon-Chasing Sword Technique. Do you wish to learn it?'

The system prompt rang in his ears.

Without hesitation.

"Learn."

After a while, amidst Zhang Fan's puzzled expression.

Chen Yichuan stood up after simply reading through the Moon-Chasing Sword Technique.

Clang.

The blood soul sword unsheathed, following the illustrations in the manual.

One minute later.

The Moon-Chasing Sword Technique turned into a trace of light blue data and merged into Chen Yichuan's body.

'System prompt: Moon-Chasing Sword Technique Entry Level'

Having finished all this, Chen Yichuan acted as if nothing happened, sat cross-legged, and continued to flip through the remaining martial arts techniques.

But...

The other person, Zhang Fan, was instantly unsettled. He opened his mouth wide, staring straight at Chen Yichuan with a look like he was seeing a monster.

"This... this, this is Entry Level already??"

"50 points of strength is fine, but Chen Yichuan, is your agility and spirit really that high? Are you sure you're not cheating???" Zhang Fan's brows furrowed tightly, twisting into a knot.

He was seven parts envious and three parts suspicious.

He leaned in close to Chen Yichuan and examined him carefully.

Hearing this, and seeing Zhang Fan's envy and jealousy.

Chen Yichuan waved his hand indifferently, looking calm and composed as he said, "What cheating? When have I ever cheated!!"

"I'm a gifted genius, my comprehension is a bit higher, my base attributes are a bit higher!!"

"What's the matter??"

Listening to these infuriating words, Zhang Fan smacked his lips, wanting to say something, but held it back.

"Awesome."

Zhang Fan was silent for a long time before slowly spitting out two words.

Three minutes later.

The two of them sorted the remaining martial arts techniques and determined who would get what.

There were four First-grade Martial Arts.

Chen Yichuan, Zhang Fan, Fang Qing, and Zhao Si would each get one.

As for the remaining 17 unranked martial arts.

The four of them could each choose one type/school; choosing more was useless, so the rest of the unranked martial arts would be given to the village Militiamen to cultivate.

After all, the Militiamen had also suffered heavy losses.

Unranked martial arts were classified by school, and only the first martial art of a school would increase attribute points.

Blades, spears, swords, and halberds counted as one school; unarmed combat counted as another; archery and throwing techniques counted as yet another.

Without hesitation.

Chen Yichuan chose two martial arts: the First-grade Martial Art Five Tiger Fist and the unranked martial art Bone-Piercing Nail.

Of course.

These two martial arts were also quickly grabbed by Chen Yichuan and instantly refined into data.

This made Zhang Fan, who was on the side, extremely envious.

With three martial arts manuals in his arms, he wasn't as monstrous as Chen Yichuan; it took him at least half a day just to reach Entry Level for one martial art.

He didn't want to cultivate here and be mocked by Chen Yichuan.

Rather than revealing his flaws and losing face, it was better to close the door and practice by himself.

The distribution of the martial arts techniques was finished.

The two of them looked at each other with tacit understanding and then looked simultaneously at the treasures beside them, feeling quite 'troubled'.

A happy problem.

"Ahem, Chen Yichuan, what about this pile of gold and jewelry? How should we split it?" Zhang Fan coughed softly and rubbed his hands together, unable to wait any longer.

Especially that pile of medicinal herbs; eating them could very likely increase attribute points.

Just as Zhang Fan was eager to try and grabbed a piece of wild ginseng with his right hand.

Thud.

The next moment, Chen Yichuan interrupted his next action: "Fan-zi, the medicinal herbs cannot be touched; neither you nor I are alchemists."

"Let's wait for Pharmacist Huang to come before discussing it. What if he can refine some heaven-defying pills!!"

"As for the gold and jewelry, take some if you see anything you like. As for this mountain of grain... let's rob the rich to help the poor; Taoyuan Village is very poor anyway."

"It's most appropriate to hand it over to Uncle Taohua." Chen Yichuan said, setting the tone as he spoke.

When these words were spoken.

Zhang Fan was a bit stunned. Rob the rich to help the poor?

Helping Taoyuan Village; what a guy, left hand to right hand, awesome.

However, Zhang Fan only thought about it; after all, in taking down Qingfeng Stronghold, Chen Yichuan deserved the most credit, the MVP.

bone-softening powder was second.

"Chen Yichuan, you have the final say. Since that's the case... then I won't be polite." Zhang Fan nodded, then revealed a money-grubbing look, rubbed his hands together, and impatiently grabbed a large handful of gold.

Seeing this scene, Chen Yichuan also joined in.

Half an hour later, the two had gained quite a lot. They also left a portion for Zhao Si, a small portion for Fang Qing, and gave the rest to Taoyuan Village.

After all, Taoyuan Village had also suffered significant losses and needed to have a taste of the Qingfeng Stronghold treasury.

...

Happy times pass quickly. Two and a half hours later.

Pharmacist Huang led over twenty Militiamen, holding torches high, and walked into the treasury in unison. Zhao Si and Fang Qing were among them.

"Whew!"

"Yichuan, are you alright? You didn't suffer any serious injuries, did you?" The moment Pharmacist Huang stepped into the treasury, he immediately went forward to show concern for Chen Yichuan.

After checking him over, he felt relieved.

"Uncle Pharmacist, I'm fine. I took off Hall Leader Zhao Shanhe's head; I've avenged Uncle Yushan!!" Chen Yichuan said in a deep voice, then asked with concern:

"Uncle, is Uncle Yushan alright?"

When these words were spoken.

Pharmacist Huang sighed lightly: "He won't die, but he will have to lie in bed for more than a month."

"Sigh, it's all my fault. Forget it, let's not talk about this. Yichuan, tell me... how did you assassinate Hall Leader Zhao Shanhe? That brat Zhao Si couldn't explain it clearly along the way."