Chronicles of Ascension: The Path to Immortality

Several people took out storage bags, and the things inside were poured out of the storage bags.

A large pile of things piled up in the Qianji Room.

"This... this is too much." Zhang Xuan couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

He walked over and carefully counted these things.

Obviously, the things vomited by the ancient whale have gone through a long time.

Each one is a little black, and even broken.

However, when Zhang Xuan carefully counted, he showed joy on his face.

There are dozens of magic tools in it, but unfortunately most of them have become broken because of the long time.

"This is... this is a spiritual tool?!" Zhang Xuan was shocked.

Even the foundation-building ancestors may not have spiritual tools in their hands, and the ancient whale actually sent such a precious thing.

And there are as many as three spiritual tools on the ground.

"Unfortunately, the spiritual tools are also broken." Zhang Xuan sighed.

Of course, even if the spiritual tools are broken, they can still exert some power.

Moreover, the materials for refining spiritual tools are all second-level spiritual materials, which are extremely precious. Just selling them as second-level spiritual materials can be worth a lot of money.

Zhang Xuan counted them one by one.

There are nearly thirty magic tools, and basically all of them are broken.

He distributed these magic tools to everyone.

The members of the dung-picking team were extremely happy.

In Temple Street, they were poor and had no magic tools.

Although these magic tools were more or less lacking, they were magic tools after all, which was already very good for them.

There were three broken spiritual tools, including the Immortal Monument, the Six-bladed Sword Pill, and the Double-winged Flying Boat.

Zhang Xuan put away these three precious spiritual tools himself.

The dung-picking team had no objection to such distribution.

If there was no temple master, they would have perished long ago, not to mention these gains.

Zhang Xuan continued to count.

There are many spiritual medicines in this pile of things, and many of them are second-level spiritual medicines.

Unfortunately, these spiritual medicines have gone through a long time and have lost all their spirituality.

Every time he picked up a waste herb, he would shake his head in pity.

"What a pity..." Zhang Xuan sighed.

None of these spiritual medicines are useful.

Zhang Xuan threw these rotten spiritual medicines aside.

However, he was surprised to find a spiritual medicine seed.

"What kind of spiritual medicine seed is this? It can be preserved intact after such a long time. I don't know if it can survive."

He directly put the dried spiritual medicine seed into the meditation space.

Plant it in a square and fertilize it.

"Whether it can survive depends on luck." Zhang Xuan thought to himself.

There are also many spiritual ores.

These spiritual ores are important materials for casting magic tools. Even if they are sold separately, they can be exchanged for a lot of spiritual stones.

Zhang Xuan directly distributed these first-level spiritual ores to everyone.

"Thank you, temple master!"

Everyone was very happy when they got these first-level spiritual ores.

Like spiritual stones, spiritual ores are hard currency in Fairy Cat Valley.

Now everyone can get seven or eight pieces of spiritual ores, which is also a considerable income.

In addition to the first-level spiritual ore, there are three black second-level spiritual ores.

Based on his own knowledge, Zhang Xuan did not know what the three second-level spiritual ores were called.

However, judging from the introverted spiritual charm of these three spiritual ores, they are extremely strong and must not be ordinary products.

Zhang Xuan directly put away the three spiritual ores.

What made Zhang Xuan laugh and cry was that there were still many scattered spiritual stones in this pile.

There were also hundreds of spiritual stones picked out.

Zhang Xuan was not stingy and rewarded these hundreds of spiritual stones to everyone.

However, there were eight purple spiritual stones among them, which were completely different from ordinary spiritual stones, and the spiritual energy emitted was more concentrated.

"This... This is a mid-grade spiritual stone!"

Zhang Xuan was delighted.

Mid-grade spiritual stones have never appeared in the Jiuhufang of Xianmao Valley, and they may only appear occasionally in some auctions in the inner ring.

I didn't expect to get eight mid-grade spiritual stones here.

He put these eight mid-grade spiritual stones into his storage bag with a smile on his face.

What he was most concerned about was whether there were bones of wild beast bloodline in this pile of things.

But after searching for a long time, there were no bones of monsters at all.

Some tattered things, Zhang Xuan directly rewarded the members of the dung picking team.

Zhang Xuan looked down on these things, but the members of the dung picking team were like treasures.

There were not many things left.

There was only an ice corpse and a box made of ancient black jade.

These two were not ordinary items, and Zhang Xuan kept them for the last.

Inside the ice corpse was an old man in the foundation-building period, frozen in a piece of cold marrow, estimated to be thousands of years old.

"Why did the body of this old man appear here?" Zhang Xuan looked at the body in the ice marrow, and was quite puzzled.

"Temple Master, why not melt the cold marrow and see if there is anything on him that can prove his identity." Zhang Dawu said.

Zhang Xuan nodded and said, "Okay."

He circulated his spiritual power, and the pure yang holy fire burned directly on the cold marrow.

The cold marrow slowly melted.

Finally, the old man's clear face appeared.

The old man was holding a jade slip in his hand.

Zhang Xuan took out the jade slip and injected spiritual power into it. Suddenly, an old man's shadow appeared in the jade slip.

Everyone was shocked. They didn't expect that this old man in the foundation-building period had such magical powers that he could seal the shadow in the jade slip.

The old man's shadow appeared, and he looked forward with empty eyes and said, "This Taoist friend, I would like to thank you for salvaging my body. I am the eighteenth generation patriarch of the Zhang family in Xianmao Valley..."

When everyone heard this, a loud "boom" exploded.

"The eighteenth generation patriarch of Zhangjiaji? It was Zhang Xing, who reached the peak of foundation building a thousand years ago."

"Zhang Xing? We grew up listening to the legend of this patriarch."

"This is the most talented generation of patriarchs in our Zhang family. He reached the fifth level of Qi Refining at the age of 10 and built a foundation at the age of 20..."

"When the eighteenth generation patriarch was 150 years old, he felt that his time was up, so he left the Fairy Cat Valley and wanted to cross the Black Domain Forest to pursue the path of immortality outside. Unexpectedly, he died here."

Everyone pieced together the life story of this eighteenth generation patriarch bit by bit.

"The old man was chased by dozens of second-level barrier beasts. He killed five of them and was seriously injured. He had no choice but to escape into the black swamp of the barrier." The old man's phantom continued.

Everyone was shocked again when they heard it.

He was chased by more than a dozen second-level barrier beasts, but he was able to kill five of them.

What a powerful strength.

The average foundation-building expert can only deal with one second-level barrier beast.

"The old man was deeply trapped in the mud of Hei Ze. His spiritual energy protected his body so that he would not be wrapped by the mud. But after a month, his spiritual energy was gradually exhausted. His body had sunk thousands of feet below the mud of Hei Ze. He knew that he could not survive, so he wrapped his body with ice marrow and left a last word on a jade slip."

Everyone was sad again after hearing this.

They knew too well the dangers in the mud of Hei Ze.

Unexpectedly, this legendary figure in the Zhang family tree could actually survive in the mud of Hei Ze for a month. What a strong will to survive.

"What is the joy of life, what is the fear of death?" The shadowy old man laughed and continued, "It's a pity that the three sword-destroying styles that the old man realized in front of the sword wall cannot be passed on to future generations. It's a pity and sad..."

Hearing this, the people in the dung-collecting team were already crying.

Thousands of years ago, the swordsmanship of the ancestor Zhang Xing was overwhelming.

It's a pity that the children of the Zhang family are all mediocre in intelligence, and no one can inherit the mantle.

Unexpectedly, this incident also became the lifelong regret of this ancestor who lived thousands of years ago, so much so that he could not forget it in his suicide note.

"This life is over. I only hope that my withered bones can return to Fairy Cat Valley. The Worry-Free Sword in my hand has accompanied me in my lifelong battles, so I will give it to you as a reward. As for the remaining money in the storage bag, you can use it if you like it. Please return some of the sword experience to my children of the Zhang family for their contemplation and remembrance. Zhang Xing's last words."

Zhang Xing's shadow disappeared.