At dusk, the fragrance of the fence was blown away, and there was the fragrance of flowers and orchids.
No one answered when he knocked on the wooden door, and he tiptoed without disturbing the moss.
The small thatched cottage in this underground secret place had no decorations or treasures.
Pushing the door open, he could only see a few simple pieces of furniture placed there. He didn't know how long they had been there, but they seemed as if they would turn into powder at the slightest touch.
What attracted Yang Jian's attention was the painting hanging on the wall. On it was a man wearing a mighty armor, but it still couldn't hide his scholarly aura.
The flagstone in front of the painting was obviously brighter than the other places. Looking closely, one could see that the flagstone was polished until it was shiny.
"Perhaps, there was an infatuated woman who yearned for this place for a long time and couldn't bear to leave."
Yang Jian sighed. He was reluctant to associate this infatuated woman with the Demon Clan's Old Ancestor, Mei Kongmei.
Beside him, Daon scratched his head and muttered, "Why can't it be a man?"
Yang Jian glared at Daon, and the latter chuckled. Seeing that there were no treasures here, he went out for a stroll in the courtyard.
No matter how hostile they were, Yang Jian didn't destroy this small cottage. Although he found out that there was a piece of precious jade buried under the vegetable garden outside the cottage, Yang Jian didn't touch it either.
It could be considered as a last point of respect for a Sage-to-be.
When leaving this cottage, Yang Jian stopped for a while, but he didn't say anything. He took Daon to the underground palace diagonally.
As soon as he entered this hall that was overflowing with treasures, Daon let out a strange cry and rushed straight to the pond in the center of the hall.
"Why is there the aura of our Wu people in this ice!"
Yang Jian, who was looking at the treasures placed everywhere in this palace, was also stunned when he heard this. He used the Universal Escape Technique and stepped into the center of the hall. He lowered his head and looked at the pond that was suffused with a faint white mist.
As soon as he got closer, he felt waves of bone-piercing cold. Under this white mist, there was actually a piece of mysterious ice that emitted waves of cold, making the whole hall abnormally cool.
The mysterious ice was milky white, but there were a few dark red spots in the center.
"It can't be wrong! I can't be wrong! " Daon was inexplicably excited, and his eyes were a little red. "This is the aura of that ancestor, it can't be wrong!"
Yang Jian hurriedly asked, "Which Zu Wu?"
"Fire God, Zhu Rong!" shouted Daon, kneeled down and kowtowed by the pool.
Zhu Rong's blood?
And it was Zhu Rong's blood that was preserved in this mysterious ice!
Yang Jian's spirit suddenly became excited, he cultivated the Eight-Nine Profound Art, especially in this' long 'Profound Bead Stage, the best tonic was Zu Wu's blood!
As his combat strength continued to soar, he had now reached a bottleneck. If he could not make a breakthrough in the Eight Nine Mysteries, his strength would remain at this level for a long time to come.
But if the few dark red spots in the ice were all Zhu Rong's blood …
Yang Jian's breathing was a little hurried, he grabbed the three pointed, two edged spear, and raised his hand to cut open the mysterious ice.
"What are you doing!" Daon jumped up in front of Yang Jian, and stared at Yang Jian, as if he wanted to swallow Yang Jian in one bite.
Yang Jian raised his eyebrows and said, "Take the blood, and cultivate."
"You!"
"Is there a taboo for the Wu people?" Yang Jian calmed down a little, and then remembered Daon's identity.
"There is no taboo," Daon scratched his head, and wanted to say something, but did not know where to start. "But this is a trace left behind by the ancestors, if we take it back to the clan, everyone will be very happy … You need this to cultivate?"
"Yes," Yang Jian nodded with a serious face, and said, "This is a great tonic for me at this time, if the Zu Wu's blood in the mysterious ice can still maintain its divinity … Maybe it can help me to take a big step forward."
"But I …" Daon was instantly in a dilemma.
It was not easy to find Zu Wu's blood, which was of great significance to the Wu people, but Yang Jian directly expressed that he needed it.
Zhu Rong Zu Wu's clan had long ceased to exist, and this Zu Wu's blood was indeed just for show. The other clans could not use it, and did not dare to use it … But after all, this was the proof that their ancestors had once existed, and it was the root of the Wu people …
"How about, you take some of my blood?" Daon showed his four wrists, but after saying this suggestion, he shrunk his neck.
"Alright," Daon waved his hand, "You can use it, anyway, even if you take it back, it's useless to us. But let me pay my respects here first, you go look at the other treasures, go look at the other treasures. "
Yang Jian could not help but smile bitterly. He was so eager to improve his strength, but after all, he could not argue with Daon about these things.
Helplessly, looking at Daon kneeling piously beside the mysterious ice, and not intending to destroy the mysterious ice, Yang Jian temporarily focused his attention on other places in the hall.
There were many good things, but they were much worse than the legacy of the Black Tortoise — to be precise, the two could not be mentioned in the same breath.
The precious materials could be found in the current world, and the elixirs could be used for alchemy at Daira Jinxian's level. The elixirs were not good, but there was a lot of them.
Instead of saying that this was the treasure house of the Demon Clan, it was better to say that this was the 'warehouse' of the Demon Clan. These were all consumables for battles, and there were more treasures than the sum of the twelve treasuries outside.
"These precious materials can be used as the foundation of a great formation."
Thinking so, Yang Jian put all these things into the Black Tortoise Belt.
Fortunately, he had the Black Tortoise Belt. Ordinary storage magic treasures could not contain so many treasures.
After ransacking the hall, Yang Jian did not gain nothing. He found a few magic treasures that could be used, as well as a very precious primordial spiritual treasure embryo.
After putting away the magic treasures, Yang Jian did not lack them, but Yang Jian held the primordial spiritual treasure embryo in his hand and looked at it.
The current Way of Heaven was no longer the Way of Heaven in ancient times, and the current environment made it impossible for the embryo to turn into a primordial spiritual treasure. In short, it was a "dead" primordial spiritual treasure.
What was precious was the primordial Great Way contained in the embryo.
Primordial spiritual treasures had another name in ancient times — Dao Spirit.
Before the creation of the world, Dao Spirits existed. After the creation of the world, Dao Spirits also had the birth of mighty figures who achieved the Dao.
Even Yang Jian suspected that his master, Yuding Zhenren, might also be the incarnation of a primordial spiritual treasure.
I'll give this treasure to my master. Anyway, I can't figure out what kind of Great Way is in it. After all, I cultivate my body, and if these primordial spiritual treasures want to cultivate, it would probably be the Primordial Spirit Dao.
After putting the spirit treasure embryo in the depths of the Black Tortoise Belt, Yang Jian began to study the hall itself.
Soon, he began to tear down the walls and pillars, searching for all the treasures on it, leaving nothing behind. Things like luminous pearls and jadeite, which were not of much use, were not spared.
It was time to work hard for his wedding house.
When Daon heard the movement and looked up, there was no more palace around. There were only more than a dozen white jade pillars supporting a dome, and the other places were collapsed houses.
"What are you doing? I'm scraping the ground! "Daon shivered and looked at Yang Jian with a re-evaluating gaze.
Yang Jian smiled calmly and walked to the side of the pool, his eyes unable to leave the dark red spots in the Black Ice.
"How many drops of blood do you think there are in it?"
"Three to five drops …" Daon smacked his lips and sighed. He turned around and said, "Put away this ice first, lest I go back on my word."
Yang Jian pursed his lips and took out his three-pointed, double-edged spear. He casually slashed it on the ice and realized that his weapon could easily cut open the ice. He immediately nodded in satisfaction.
When Yang Jian put away the whole piece of profound ice, Da Ang heaved a long sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.
"Ah, the blood of Ancestor Zhurong …"
Yang Jian smiled and did not say anything. Since he had started cultivating, he had already absorbed the blood of Zu Wu several times. From the blood of the Lady of Earth's heart to the spiritless blood left behind by Gonggong Can.
Now, he had accidentally obtained Zhurong's blood here. What was even rarer was that Zhurong's blood was sealed in Black Ice!
"Let's go up first." Yang Jian took the initiative to grab Daon's wrist. Daon, on the other hand, looked like he had just lost his parents. He had a long face and couldn't smile at all.
Just when he was about to cast the Earth Moving Magic and leave this underground space, the entire Mei Mountain suddenly started shaking. Some rocks also began falling from this underground space.
Was that Black Ice the core of the formation?
As soon as this thought popped up in his mind, Yang Jian rejected it himself. Because above his head, through layers of rock walls, a shrill and angry shout came.
"Yang! Jian! "
Yang Jian's expression changed. He dragged Daon and rushed to the underground river.
He didn't want to get out of the Mei Mountain. Instead, he wanted to rush to the great river that cut off the Mei Mountain. Along with the splashing sound of water, Yang Jian dragged Daon up into the sky and looked at the figure standing in the sky.
Her curves were graceful and natural. Her black hair was like a waterfall, swaying gently in the wind.
The person who came was an extremely beautiful woman. However, this woman was wrapped in an astonishing demonic aura. Waves of Daoist Rhyme that made the entire Mei Mountain feel oppressive kept drifting out from her body.
Yang Jian had seen this woman before. At the banquet in the East Ocean Dragon Palace, he had just emptied her storage and saw the small house she lived in.
Who else could it be?
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