Chapter 477
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Ye Wushuang, clutching the Tianya Sword, stepped into the passage. As soon as he entered, torches on either side of the passage ignited with a crackling sound, casting flickering light into the otherwise silent and eerie tunnel. The presence of light made the passage less daunting.
With Ye Wushuang leading the way, Qing Shihua and Qing Shiyu followed closely behind, while Wang Xian brought up the rear, keeping a watchful eye on their surroundings. They made their way through the long, cavernous tunnel until they reached its deepest point. What lay before them took their breath away.
Before them was a massive cavern, a hundred feet square and just as high, exuding an air of grandeur. Inside the cavern, numerous sandalwood and purple-gold chests were neatly arranged, each chest over a meter in length and width. Ye Wushuang approached one of the chests and opened it, releasing a surge of pure spiritual energy.
“**Spirit Stones!**” Qing Shihua’s expression froze in astonishment.
Wang Xian also stepped forward, opening chest after chest, each filled to the brim with spirit stones.
“There’s more!” Amidst their shock, Wang Xian opened another chest to reveal rows of small brocade boxes neatly arranged inside.
Ye Wushuang approached and opened one of the boxes, releasing a burst of fragrant aroma.
“**Dragon-Scale Fruit!**” he exclaimed in surprise. “It’s a heavenly fruit. Consuming it will make a martial artist’s spiritual energy more condensed, allowing their body to hold more spiritual energy and making their physical form stronger and more dominant!”
Qing Shihua also looked at the Dragon-Scale Fruit in amazement. “I’ve seen records of it in the academy’s library. The Dragon-Scale Fruit is extremely valuable. It’s said to grow in the treacherous mountains of the Qingzhou region, and it’s often accompanied by spiritual beasts…”
“This is… **Nine-Curves Spirit Ginseng**,” Wang Xian said as he opened another box, revealing a peculiar ginseng root that looked like a leaf. “A spiritual herb formed from the essence of heaven and earth, full of spiritual energy.”
“This Nine-Curves Spirit Ginseng can transform into various animals or insects from the moment it’s born and can burrow underground, making it very difficult to capture…” Qing Shihua and Qing Shiyu also began opening the brocade boxes one by one.
Ye Wushuang continued to open the remaining chests. There were hundreds of them, and inside were countless spiritual fruits, medicines, pills, and spiritual artifacts, as well as some spiritual techniques.
“This is… This is Elder Wang Jianmu’s treasure trove!” Wang Xian exclaimed.
In the underground palace:
The Ren Zi Hao secret palace held the captured disciples as prisoners.
The Tian Zi Hao secret palace contained the core secrets of Wang Jianmu’s research.
And this Di Zi Hao secret palace was Wang Jianmu’s personal treasure repository!
No wonder Du Ying and Du Chun, Wang Jianmu’s most trusted lackeys, were assigned to guard it.
After carefully inspecting everything and finding only these items, Ye Wushuang decided to leave. With a flick of his wrist and a flash of light, the wooden chests disappeared one by one.
Qing Shihua and Qing Shiyu didn’t say anything. It was only natural that all the spirit stones, artifacts, pills, and techniques belonged to Ye Wushuang. Without him, they wouldn’t have been able to get here in the first place. Wang Xian, though envious, naturally dared not say anything as Ye Wushuang took everything.
At that moment, Ye Wushuang summoned something with a wave of his hand. Ten fruits appeared in his palm.
“**Fire-Fried Fruit!**” he announced. “These fruits are incredibly beneficial for Ningmai and Yuanfu practitioners. They help open meridians and gather spiritual energy. You don’t need to refine them into pills; just swallow them directly.”
Qing Shihua and the others looked at Ye Wushuang in confusion.
“We’ll eat these fruits here and then leave,” Ye Wushuang said with a smile.
As soon as he spoke, Wang Xian quickly interjected, “Let’s leave first. We can find a safe place to eat them later.”
“Du Chun is dead, and Du Ying isn’t here. He might come back at any moment…” Ye Wushuang sat cross-legged on the ground, swallowed a Fire-Fried Fruit, and looked at the others, chuckling. “I’m waiting for him to come back!”
