Chapter 47: Treasure Bags Overflowing — Riches Unearthed, Yet a Headache to Sell

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Yu Xian nodded. “It should be. I found it on a disciple from Medicine King Valley. I haven’t had time to verify the techniques or incantations through actual pill refinement yet.”

“Let me take a look.”

Xiao Wusheng had refined pills for decades and could instantly judge its authenticity.

After trying a few hand seals and silently comparing them to the Ten Thousand Alchemy Chants, he nodded seriously.

“This is the real thing. It’s definitely Ten Thousand Alchemy Chants. Medicine King Valley must’ve been insane to let a Qi Condensation disciple carry something this valuable.”

“Then it’s real! That’s great!”

Yu Xian smiled. “With this in your hands, your pill refining skills will reach a whole new level!”

Xiao Wusheng also chuckled, eyes full of affection as he looked at his disciple.

“Disciple, this kind of treasure… why didn’t you secretly keep it to practice for yourself?”

Yu Xian looked him in the eyes and replied sincerely,

“Because you… are my master.”

Xiao Wusheng’s body trembled slightly, a hint of moisture in his eyes.

After a moment, he gently patted Yu Xian’s shoulder and laughed.

“Good lad. I, Xiao Wusheng, did not choose the wrong person.”

Yu Xian smiled shyly.

Whoever treats me well, I treat well in return.

That was the most basic principle Yu Xian had understood since childhood.

The Ten Thousand Alchemy Chants was undoubtedly useful to him—immensely so.

But to his master? It would be even more beneficial, even more impactful.

Without his master, he wouldn’t have made it to the Ascension Trial.

Without him, Yu Xian would have died there long ago.

“Then I’ll accept it.”

Xiao Wusheng understood his disciple’s sincerity, and didn’t stand on formality. Smiling, he carefully stored away the Ten Thousand Alchemy Chants.

But then his face turned solemn.

“However, this is a forbidden and secret art of Medicine King Valley. When we use it for alchemy in the future, we must be extremely careful. If anyone from the valley finds out, they will stop at nothing to kill anyone who knows it.”

“Yes, Master. I understand.”

Yu Xian nodded. He fully understood the weight this secret held.

This technique was one of the foundational secrets that gave Medicine King Valley dominance over all other alchemists.

If they found out it had been leaked, they wouldn’t rest until all who had learned it were eliminated.

“Good, as long as you understand.”

Xiao Wusheng was already itching to study the Ten Thousand Alchemy Chants.

At his age and cultivation level, he’d already hit a bottleneck. His only hope of progressing in alchemy was through a breakthrough—or a heavenly treasure.

And now he had one.

This book… was exactly what he needed.

He waved his hand with a smile.

“I’m going to go study this now. You go rest. Once I’ve understood it fully, I’ll teach you the essence of it.”

“Understood!”

Yu Xian bowed deeply.

“Disciple takes his leave!”

With that, he turned and left with large strides.

Xiao Wusheng watched his disciple walk away with a beaming smile.

Then he slapped his thigh and rushed toward the back room in excitement.

Ten Thousand Alchemy Chants!

He’d dreamed of this for decades.

Thanks to his disciple, that dream had come true!

Maybe now… he could even refine fifth-grade treasure pills!

Maybe… even reach Golden Core Realm!

Back in his own quarters, Yu Xian finally entered his room and sat cross-legged on his bed.

Looking around at the familiar surroundings, he smiled, let out a long breath, and emptied his mind.

Life and death. Illusions. Hardship. Killing.

All of it was finally over.

He sat blankly like that for a full incense stick of time.

Then he pulled out a storage pouch.

Time to get to work.

He’d only checked two of the many storage bags he’d acquired during the Ascension Trial. The rest had gone untouched until now.

Now that he was finally safe and had time, it was time to organize everything—

Keep what he could use. Sell what he couldn’t.

He sent his spiritual sense into the bag.

Immediately, the gleam of dozens of spirit stones caught his eye—

Over a dozen mid-grade stones and more than two hundred low-grade ones.

There were also three second-grade magic tools, a dozen bottles of pills, and a cultivation manual titled:

“Foundational Profound Heaven Heart Technique.”

Clearly from a disciple of the Profound Heaven Sect.

He organized the loot—

Spirit stones in one bag.

Pills in another.

Magic tools in a third.

The manual? Burned.

Then he moved on to the next bag.

This one was even better—

Thirty mid-grade stones, over four hundred low-grade ones, dozens of pills, and bundles of herbs.

No magic tools, but one manual:

“Alchemist’s Core Secrets” — also from a Medicine King Valley disciple.

Same process—everything sorted, bag emptied, manual kept aside for review.

Next bag.

More stones, pills, a few second-grade tools, a dozen spell talismans, and a manual:

“Foundation Ascension Manual of Feather Transformation Sect.”

Then another:

Stones, pills, talismans, a third-grade trap-type tool, and a manual:

“White Cloud Sect Qi Condensation Manual.”

On and on it went.

Yu Xian went through each one, sorting, categorizing, and stacking items in his room.

Before he realized it, eighteen empty bags lay at his side.

And the loot?

343 mid-grade spirit stones,

Over 3,000 low-grade stones (filling a whole storage bag!),

A collection of second-grade and even one third-grade magic tools—though he kept only one for personal use:

The Spider Web of Restraint, a third-grade entangling artifact.

The rest? Packed together for sale.

As for pills—he had nearly 300 varieties.

He kept about thirty kinds for himself—those useful for strengthening the body, enhancing cultivation, refreshing the mind, dispelling inner demons, and healing wounds.

The rest? Bagged for sale.

Talisman-wise, he had over a hundred.

He kept ten of immense power—capable of mimicking an attack from a Golden Core stage cultivator—and another thirty at Foundation Establishment peak level.

The rest? Also up for sale.

The manuals?

Any useless ones, he burned.

He kept two:

“Grand Spirit Control Method for Puppets” — a Puppet Sect foundational technique, with strong mental training benefits.

Yu Xian wasn’t planning on becoming a puppet master, but mental strength = sea of consciousness.

Strengthen that, and all kinds of benefits would follow.

“Flying Sword Technique” — a fast, deadly sword control method found on a disciple from a Sword Sect.

Despite its generic name, it was terrifyingly fast within ten meters—close to instantaneous killing.

Combined with his Green Spirit Sword and Green Spirit Sword Technique, Yu Xian felt like a proper sword cultivator.

He even briefly considered switching to the sword path.

But in the end, he didn’t.

He burned the manual and stayed true to his main cultivation method:

Ten-Thousand-Year Spring Wood Technique.

Steady and reliable.

He kept sorting. One more bag, then another…

The spirit stones, pills, and talismans piled up.

But the surprises had run dry.

After all, most of those disciples—despite being qualified to enter the Ascension Trial—were still just Qi Condensation cultivators.

How much could they really have?

Dozens of mid-grade stones, some second-grade artifacts…

That already made them rich in the Qi Condensation world.

That Huang Hanxiao fellow he killed had spent over a decade accumulating his wealth, and it wasn’t much more than this.

Qi Condensation disciples had a very hard time earning spirit stones.

By the time Yu Xian placed the 31st storage bag by the bedside, his treasure hunt had come to an end.

Thirty-one spoils from the Ascension Trial.

Add that to his original four bags, and he now had thirty-five storage bags total!

Two bags filled with spirit stones.

One bag of pills.

One for magic tools.

One for talismans.

Another for random odds and ends.

He used two bags for his personal gear—tools, pills, talismans, spirit stones.

The rest?

Twenty-nine bags were now empty.

He sighed.

“This is hard to sell…”

So many bags, so many artifacts, pills, talismans…

If he tried to sell it all at once, he’d definitely attract unwanted attention.

After all, he was just a mid-stage Qi Condensation cultivator.

Where did he get so much high-grade loot?

Put together, this haul was worth over a hundred thousand spirit stones—

the net worth of a late-stage Foundation Establishment expert!

“The Weapon Hall might be able to absorb one-fifth of it. No more than that, or it’ll cause suspicion.

The rest… I’ll sell to loose cultivators.”

He thought it through carefully.

Then he packed his personal-use bags, grabbed five empty ones, and hid the rest securely in his room.

After preparing everything, Yu Xian headed straight for the Weapon Hall.