The Jiang Clan had fused the Dark Blue Cold Iron into the metal door, so it was reasonable that an ancient martial art practitioner in the Qi Nucleation realm could not break it open. After all, the Dark Blue Cold Iron was a material for refining weapons in the Immortal Cultivation world. Although it was an ordinary item in the Immortal Cultivation world, it was still very precious.
Mo Wen's eyes flashed, then he punched the metal door fiercely. The next moment, with a loud bang, the metal door broke into pieces and collapsed with a loud crash, filling the air with dust.
Zhou Honglu was shocked. The metal door could not be damaged by an ancient martial art practitioner in the Qi Nucleation realm, but Mo Wen could destroy it with a casual punch. This youth's ability was indeed terrifying.
"Melt the remains of the metal door in the furnace. Extract the parts that cannot be melted," Mo Wen instructed.
Mo Wen instructed. The melting point of the Dark Blue Cold Iron was naturally different from normal steel. Normal steel furnaces were unable to melt the Dark Blue Cold Iron at all. Hence, it was very easy to extract the Dark Blue Cold Iron by placing it in the furnace.
He was a little surprised. How did the Jiang Clan melt the Dark Blue Cold Iron and fuse it into the metal door? Normal methods obviously could not do it.
Zhou Honglu and the others naturally did not dare to delay Mo Wen's instructions. They immediately ordered their disciples to carry it out. They naturally knew that a door that could block the ancient martial art practitioner in the Qi Nucleation realm was naturally not simple.
After the metal door broke, a medium-sized hole was revealed. It led deep into the ground. It was dark inside, and one could not see the end.
Mo Wen stepped into the hole first. As it was sealed all year round, there was not enough air inside. If a normal person entered immediately, they would definitely lack oxygen. However, with Mo Wen's Cultivation, he naturally did not care.
The tunnel was very deep and extended for more than a hundred meters. The Jiang Clan was probably afraid that thieves would come and dig a hole to enter from the side if they could not open the metal door, so they designed a long tunnel.
As they walked all the way to the end, it became wider and wider. It was like an underground karst cave with a very wide terrain. Another metal door appeared in front of them. Although this metal door looked thick and heavy, it was much bigger than the metal door at the entrance of the tunnel. However, Mo Wen knew that in terms of defense, this large metal door could not be compared to the small metal door.
The people following behind did not need Mo Wen to say anything. Immediately, someone went forward and used brute force to break the chain. Then, with a loud bang, the large metal door opened completely. Behind the iron gate was a large warehouse with rows of items. At a glance, the entire warehouse was filled with items.
The resources that the Jiang Clan had monopolized over the past few decades were not just a little. They had practically moved all of the Dafang Sect's resources into their clan's private treasure trove.
A group of people stood outside the door, their eyes shining as they looked at the treasure trove. However, since Mo Wen did not enter, they naturally did not dare to walk in front.
Mo Wen looked curiously at the things in the treasure trove. In reality, he did not have high hopes for the Dafang Sect's treasure trove. In a sect in the ancient martial arts world, he reckoned that it would be very difficult to find anything that would catch his eye.
Sure enough, the treasury was sparkling with precious light. Most of them were yellow and white objects. Apart from this, there were also many jewels. Almost all of them were real wealth.
Of course, apart from these, there were also some divine weapons. Those things might be very good in the ancient martial arts world, but to Mo Wen, they were practically useless. Not to mention that he had the Sacred Fire Sword, even if he did not have the Sacred Fire Sword, he would not be interested in those ordinary weapons.
The treasure trove was divided into many personal areas. Other than the area to store jewels, gold, and weapons, there was also the area to store martial arts teachings and techniques. The inheritance of a sect was hidden inside. To any sect, it was very important. Because with the inheritance of the treasure trove, the sect could always be strong and prosperous. Only then could it stand tall in the ancient martial arts world and not fall.
However, Mo Wen did not even look at it, because those martial arts teachings and techniques could not catch his eye. Not to mention those ordinary martial arts teachings, even the Dafang Sect's clan guarding martial arts teachings, such as the Flying Spirit Sword, were of little value to him.
His main purpose in searching for the treasure trove was to see if there were any good things in the Jiang Clan's medicine storehouse. Almost every sect in the ancient martial arts world had their own medicine storehouse. Normally, they would send their disciples to the mountains to search for precious medicinal herbs, then store them in case of emergency.
Those ancient martial arts sects that lived in seclusion in the deep mountains and forests would naturally not go to the outside world to find a doctor when they were sick or injured. Normally, there would be some old people in the sect who knew Chinese medicine, and they would have many prescriptions and medical skills that had been passed down from their ancestors. In many areas, they might not be inferior to those famous doctors in the world.
The Dafang Sect lived in the deep mountains all year round, constantly searching for medicinal herbs in the mountains. There would definitely be many precious medicinal herbs in the medicine storehouse. If they were lucky, they might even come across a few stalks of spiritual medicine. This was what Mo Wen was most concerned about.
A group of people wandered around the Jiang Clan's treasure trove. The people from the three aristocratic families, who were following behind Mo Wen, were secretly drooling. The Jiang Clan's treasure trove was simply too rich. Even if the treasure troves of the three aristocratic families were put together, they would not be able to compare to the Jiang Clan's.
In particular, those heaps of martial arts techniques and divine weapons were what ancient martial arts practitioners needed the most. If they had those resources, the overall strength of the clan would increase by a notch.
Mo Wen walked one round in the treasure trove and very quickly found the medicine storehouse. He directly broke the door and entered. As expected, there was a very large space inside, with a large number of medicinal herbs piled up. Many of the medicinal herbs were dried and piled up in bundles.
A thick smell of medicinal herbs assaulted his nostrils. The smell was not pleasant. Mo Wen furrowed his brows slightly, held his breath, and walked in.
The medicine storehouse was very big, and there were also many medicinal herbs in it. However, most of them were almost ordinary medicinal herbs, which were not very precious. Those medicinal herbs were piled up together, and it was impossible to count how many there were.
Mo Wen directly ignored those ordinary medicinal herbs, as they were of no use to him at all.
"Why does the Jiang Clan need so many ordinary medicinal herbs?"
Mo Wen asked nonchalantly. Although those medicinal herbs were useful to ancient martial arts practitioners, they would not need so many.
"Sect Leader, you may not know, but the Jiang Clan has a medicinal herb business in the outside world. These medicinal herbs will be shipped out every once in a while," Zhou Honglu explained.
With so many medicinal herbs, their sect naturally could not use them all. However, the wealth in the mountains and the medicinal herbs that grew were considered a large source of income. Many ancient martial arts sects had medicinal herb business in the outside world.
In recent years, the Jiang Clan had dominated the Dafang Sect, and the sect's resources had almost become the wealth of the Jiang Clan alone. The other three clans could only secretly be jealous and resentful.
"The Dafang Sect still has business in the outside world?"
Mo Wen looked at Zhou Honglu strangely. An ancient martial arts sect actually had assets in the outside world. Their reach was really long. Didn't all the ancient martial arts sects live in seclusion?
"Of course there is business."
Zhou Honglu laughed bitterly and explained, "Although most of the ancient martial arts sects live in seclusion in the deep mountains and forests, there are many times that they still need to communicate and trade. After all, some resources are not available to every sect, and some can only be purchased. Now, all the ancient martial arts sects use money to trade in the outside world. "
A few hundred years ago, the currency used for trading in the ancient martial arts world was gold and silver. However, nowadays, it was very rare to directly use gold and silver for trading.
Mo Wen nodded his head. Although the ancient martial arts world was isolated from the outside world, it was still a community. Many things could not be separated from the outside world.
"In the medicine storehouse, there should be a small medicine storehouse. That is where the Jiang Clan stores their precious medicinal herbs."
Zhou Honglu naturally knew what Mo Wen was thinking. He would definitely not be interested in ordinary things, so he led the way in front. Some of the clansmen had already found the Jiang Clan's small medicine storehouse. That was where the real treasures were.
Mo Wen nodded his head and followed behind Zhou Honglu. In the huge medicine storehouse, there was indeed a small door. At this moment, the small door had already been opened by the combined efforts of a few disciples.
Mo Wen walked into the small medicine storehouse and realized that the space inside was not big. It was only one or two hundred square meters. Rows of shelves were arranged neatly, and on top of them were exquisitely packaged boxes. There were jade boxes, wooden boxes, porcelain boxes …
He casually opened a few wooden boxes and realized that they were indeed all precious medicinal herbs. There was ginseng that was hundreds of years old, knotweed that was thousands of years old, lingzhi that was the size of a millstone …
These medicinal herbs were very beneficial to the practice of ancient martial arts practitioners. If they could be refined into pills, the effects would be even better. They could even be used as supplementary medicinal herbs to refine panaceas.
If a sect had an alchemist who knew how to refine panaceas, with the medicinal herbs in the medicine storehouse, it would be enough to raise the sect's power to another level. However, not all sects had alchemists. Even a big sect like the Dafang Sect probably did not have alchemists.
Most of the time, the Dafang Sect used these precious medicinal herbs to trade with the people from the alchemist families. For example, the Ghost Physicians Hu Clan. The Dafang Sect often used these precious medicinal herbs to trade finished pills with the Ghost Physicians Hu Clan.
Although the small medicine storehouse was not big, there were many precious medicinal herbs placed inside. Along the way, Mo Wen indeed discovered many medicinal herbs of high value. He even found four or five stalks of spiritual medicine. The Jiang Clan seemed to know how precious those spiritual medicine were, so they were stored properly.
With this small medicine storehouse, Mo Wen could concoct many pills. He did not need to worry about the problem of medicinal herbs. At least, he did not need to worry about supplementary medicinal herbs. The Dafang Sect's medicine storehouse had almost everything.
A satisfied smile appeared on Mo Wen's face. Now, all these precious medicinal herbs were all his. As expected, with the support of a sect, many things would be much more convenient.
"All of you, get out."
Mo Wen waved his hand and ordered Zhou Honglu and the others to leave the treasure storehouse.
Zhou Honglu and the three clan leaders of the aristocratic families looked at each other. They bowed and left, not daring to disobey. They naturally knew that Mo Wen was purposely chasing them away. He was prepared to keep everything for himself.
After everyone had left, Mo Wen curled his lips into a smile. He took out a simple and unadorned ring from his chest pocket and put it on his finger. The ring seemed to have a spirit. Once it was put on Mo Wen's finger, it emitted a green light. Then, it automatically contracted and tightly wrapped around Mo Wen's finger. There was not a single gap. If Mo Wen had not taken the ring off himself, almost no one would have been able to remove the ring from his finger. (To be continued.)
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