Chapter 1833

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　　The group gathered around again.
　　Zhou Yuan took the brush. It looked utterly ordinary, entirely dark cyan in color, but when held, an acute sharpness immediately rushed forth from it.
　　”It’s a spiritual artifact！”
　　Zhou Yuan affirmed： “Not quite at the Saint-level, but among Emperor-grade spiritual artifacts, it should be top-tier.”
　　Xuantian Di’s face showed surprise.
　　Zhou Yuan gripped the brush, then channeled his spiritual energy into it. Instantly, sharp gusts of wind whistled from the brush tip.
　　Then, three characters flashed briefly at the brush’s end.
　　”Wind-Seizing Brush！”
　　Zhou Yuan praised： “It’s a fine spiritual artifact！”
　　Zhou Yuan handed the Wind-Seizing Brush back to Xuantian Di.
　　A mere Emperor-grade spiritual artifact wasn’t enough to stir the heart of a Saint like him.
　　First came the Saint-level technique Five Spirits Six Minds, now the peak Emperor-grade spiritual artifact Wind-Seizing Brush.
　　Now, the few people in the room began to search even more carefully.
　　However, strangely enough, they had found nothing here earlier！
　　But after Ye Wushuang moved his palm, the ordinary items in this place began to transform one after another.
　　Soon, everyone gained something in this study—spiritual techniques, spiritual artifacts, and even spiritual pills appeared.
　　Seeing everyone’s expressions of overwhelming joy, Zhou Yuan couldn’t help but feel greatly disappointed.
　　”Ye Wushuang…”
　　Pulling Ye Wushuang’s sleeve, Zhou Yuan whispered, “Didn’t you say this place bears traces of an immortal? The Xun Mansion is even one of the Nine Great Ruins of Tuotian City. How come there are only spiritual techniques and artifacts? Where are the Saint-level items?”
　　Hearing this, Ye Wushuang replied bluntly, “Why don’t you ask for immortal artifacts, pills, or techniques instead？”
　　”Right, why aren’t there any？”
　　Ye Wushuang sighed in exasperation, “I already said it was just my speculation. Besides… even if this really were an immortal’s relic, do you think cultivators in the immortal realm are born as immortals？ The immortal realm also has mortals and spiritual technique legacies. If an immortal fell from the heavens and landed on the myriad continents, it’s perfectly normal for them to leave behind spiritual techniques and artifacts.”
　　”As for Saint-level techniques or the like, maybe they were damaged along the way？ Or simply don’t exist anymore？ Who knows！”
　　”As for immortal artifacts or techniques, don’t even think about it—there’s no way they could’ve been preserved.”
　　Zhou Yuan felt it was quite dull upon hearing such words.
　　What use does he have for spirit arts and spirit tools！
　　Yet Ye Wushuang remained unhurried, carefully inspecting every corner of the study.
　　Everyone had their own gains, all of which were extremely rare treasures nearly impossible to find in the Tianyuan Continent, and each wore a beaming smile.
　　Soon, Ye Wushuang spotted an ink-wash painting hanging on one of the study walls.
　　The painting was ten feet long and nearly five feet wide, depicting mountains and rivers without anything particularly unusual.
　　However, after staring at it for a while, Ye Wushuang suddenly trembled, staggered back several steps, turned pale, and then spat out a mouthful of blood.
　　”What’s　going　on…”
　　Lin Yunhan hurriedly stepped forward.
　　Ye Wushuang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and beckoned to Zhou Yuan nearby.
　　Zhou Yuan immediately approached and, seeing Ye Wushuang’s ghastly pale face, asked in shock, “What happened to you？”
　　”The opportunity you wanted has arrived！”
　　Ye Wushuang pointed at the mural and said, “It must have been created by a Saint. Inside lies a pure sea of soul energy. You’ve been trapped for eight thousand years, and both your body and soul have suffered greatly. Immerse your soul consciousness in it—this can replenish your soul’s depletion.”
　　In truth, Zhou Yuan’s soul origin had been damaged during his eight-thousand-year confinement, making recovery as difficult as ascending to heaven.
　　This doesn’t seem like the work of a Saint. Depleted soul force can be replenished after rest, but his origin is damaged. Except for rare heavenly treasures, the chance of self-recovery is almost nonexistent.
　　Yet this mural is quite extraordinary.
　　Hearing this, Zhou Yuan’s gaze shifted, and he grew excited.
　　”No wonder you were knocked back vomiting blood. You, a Star-Picking Realm brat, can’t withstand the pressure of soul force with your spiritual sense！”
　　Zhou Yuan immediately took a step forward.
　　”Do you know how to fuse with it？” Ye Wushuang asked directly.
　　”Hmm…” Zhou Yuan said seriously, “I don’t know…”
　　“……”
　　Then, Zhou Yuan looked at Ye Wushuang and chuckled, “You little brat must know, right?”
　　”I do know, but why should I tell you？”
　　At these words, Zhou Yuan’s face darkened, and he couldn’t help saying, “You little bastard, trying to extort me？”
　　”Not exactly！”
　　Ye Wushuang laughed. “Between us, you help me, I help you—it’s mutual. I don’t need you to do anything now, but in the future, if I step into the Xuanyuan Domain, Elder Zhou, don’t forget my kindness to you.”
　　Zhou Yuan said helplessly, “You little brat, threatening a Saint for favors？”
　　”Can’t I？” Ye Wushuang grinned. “Don’t forget, you’re now a half-crippled Saint who can’t even beat Xuantian Sheng！”
　　Zhou Yuan was left speechless.
　　”Alright, alright, consider this Zhou Yuan owing you Ye Wushuang another favor, and I’ll definitely make it up to you in the future.”
　　”Good！”
　　Immediately, Ye Wushuang explained, and Zhou Yuan gathered his own fragmented soul power, merging it into the mural…
　　In the room, scattered items were once again thoroughly searched by everyone.
　　Before long.
　　Huang Yu picked up an inkstone and approached Ye Wushuang, asking, “Grand Tutor Ye, take a look—is this a rare artifact？ It feels incredibly heavy to me！”
　　Ye Wushuang glanced at the inkstone, then back at Huang Yu, and couldn’t help but ask, “What exactly have you found here？”
　　”Ah… well… I haven’t found a single spiritual treasure yet, but I”m sure this inkstone is anything but ordinary.”
　　Ye Wushuang said helplessly, “This really is just an ordinary inkstone, made from Ten-Thousand Jun Mystic Stone. The main characteristic of Ten-Thousand Jun Mystic Stone is… it’s heavy, but it has no spiritual properties whatsoever.”
　　”In the broader world, Ten-Thousand Jun Mystic Stone is used for… building city walls or courtyards…”
　　”Damn it！”
　　Huang Yu tossed the inkstone back onto the nearby desk.
　　Among those present, everyone had made some discoveries, more or less, but he had found absolutely nothing.
　　This is so fucking frustrating！
　　After a while, Huang Yu held a square wooden box with a mysterious expression and said, “I dug this out from the corner of the wall. This must be something extraordinary.”
　　Ye Wushuang’s gaze also fell upon the wooden box.
　　Huang Yu said sneakily, “I tried, but it won’t open. There’s a seal on it, so this definitely isn’t some useless thing.”
　　”Let　me　try！”
　　Ye Wushuang took the wooden box and saw that one side was locked, with rippling patterns on the lock—clearly a seal.
　　Immediately, Ye Wushuang’s fingertips shimmered with spiritual patterns as he began attempting to break the seal on the wooden box.
　　After roughly the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the lock on one side of the wooden box clicked open.
　　Huang Yu was instantly overjoyed.
　　He had searched through several items he thought were extraordinary but gained nothing from them.
　　This wooden box’s seal was so tight—it must contain some incredible spiritual treasure！
　　Ye Wushuang gently opened the wooden box, reached in, and pulled out stacks of scrolls in his hand.
　　”What is it exactly？ A spiritual technique？ A pill recipe？” Huang Yu asked excitedly.