Heavenly Stele Stone Milk

Yang Xuanwu glanced at Yang Kun hanging on his arm and immediately felt a wave of exasperation. He had thought Yang Kun was a dignified and serious senior, but he never expected him to have such an unreliable side.

He tried to shake Yang Kun Yang Xuanwu simply let him be, then turned to the Stele Guardian and asked, "May I ask, senior, what is the process of inheriting Martial Dao Fortune?"

Yang Xuanwu understood that taking on the heavy responsibility of passing on Martial Dao was simply about ensuring the orderly transmission and flourishing of Martial Dao.

He was somewhat puzzled by inheriting the Martial Dao Fortune of the Qiongqi Realm.

How can one person bear the weight of an entire world's Martial Fortune?

Just thinking about that kind of Fortune makes it clear that it's something no single Martial Cultivator could possibly bear.

The Stele Guardian remained expressionless and coldly said, "You'll understand when you become Martial Ancestor's Personal Disciple. Registered Disciple is not qualified to inherit the Martial Dao Fortune of the Qiongqi Realm."

Furthermore, you only have one chance; once you fail, there's no second chance!

After saying this, the Stele Guardian looked at Yang Xuanwu and asked again, "Have you accepted the title of Martial Ancestor's Registered Disciple?"

Yang Xuanwu raised his head, a fiery glint in his eyes, "I'll take it!"

Putting everything else aside, the value of the Heavenly Stele Stone Milk is beyond doubt. Yang Xuanwu is not a lone wolf; he has a large Lineage behind him. If such a treasure is obtained, it will surely accelerate the development of the Yang Household and produce more powerful figures.

"Alright, follow me!" The Stele Guardian turned and walked towards the Heavenly Stele, with Yang Xuanwu following closely behind.

Ripples spread out, and the two, one after the other, disappeared into the Heavenly Stele.

Thump!

Ouch!

With a scream, Yang Kun was thrown out and crashed heavily to the ground, the power of the Heavenly Stele causing his Qi and Blood and qi to churn.

"Why won't you let me in? I'm that kid's older brother, let me in!" Yang Kun roared, but received no response. He could only sit on the ground dejectedly and wait for Yang Xuanwu to come out.

"Ten drops of Heavenly Stele Stone Milk, I'll have to trade two drops with this kid later no matter what," Yang Kun muttered, licking his lips.

Even when faced with such a precious treasure, he did not feel the slightest bit of greed; he only thought of exchanging it for other treasures.

It must be said that Yang Kun's pure heart has played a crucial role in his success.

Whether it's the Martial Dao, the Immortal Dao, or the Demon Dao, the further one progresses in cultivation, the more important Void things like temperament, willpower, and comprehension become.

It's not that you have to be a good person to go far, but rather that you need to have unwavering confidence in your own beliefs.

Simply put, it means being a good person to the end, and a bad person to the end, having your own principles and convictions; only in this way can you go far.

Various rainbow lights shimmered before my eyes, dazzling and beautiful like the aurora borealis. These sights lasted for a moment before disappearing like a dream, replaced by a rich Spiritual Qi that rushed towards me.

Looking at the vast lake before him, a look of shock flashed in Yang Xuanwu's eyes.

It's all Spirit Liquid, each drop equivalent to a Low-Grade Spirit Stone. And how many drops of Spirit Liquid are there in this lake? Probably in the hundreds of millions.

Moreover, the deeper one goes, the higher the concentration of Spirit Liquid in the lake becomes, and the purer the Spiritual Qi contained within it becomes. At the bottom of the lake, Milky-white Swimming Fish swim happily, and at a glance, there are at least fifty or sixty of them.

"Those swimming fish are the Heavenly Stele Stone Milk. Each drop is equivalent to a portion of the essence of Sixth Tier Spirit Vein Essence. You can collect ten drops," the Stele Guardian said.

Yang Xuanwu's eyes burned with fervor. He reached out with his right hand and gently scooped up ten swimming fish, which turned into ten drops of Heavenly Stele Stone Milk.

A rich Fragrant Incense wafted over, and after just one breath, the Immortal-Martial Power within Yang Xuanwu's body began to stir restlessly, like a gourmet encountering an extremely rare delicacy, eager to devour and refine it.

"Senior, may I cultivate here?" Yang Xuanwu asked tentatively.

"Yes!" the Stele Guardian answered without hesitation.

"May I bring people in?" Yang Xuanwu continued to probe, wanting to see the true value of his status Registered Disciple of the Martial Ancestor.

The Stele Guardian glanced at him and said, "No!"

After saying that, he added, "A personal disciple is acceptable!"

Yang Xuanwu's lips twitched. It seemed that for the Stele Guardian, the status of Registered Disciple the Martial Ancestor was not difficult to obtain, and the treatment was worlds apart from that of a direct disciple.

"Alright, take the Heavenly Stele Stone Milk and leave. Once you become a disciple of the Martial Ancestor's Personal Disciple, you can take whatever you want from the Heavenly Stele."

"We, the seven Stele Guardian, will completely obey your orders!"

Having said this, he waved his sleeve, and Yang Xuanwu vanished.

Within the vast Heavenly Stele Space, once again, only the Stele Guardian in a gray robe remained. He stood by the lake as always, his expression stiff, lost in thought.

"Huh? You're out so quickly?"

Sensing that familiar aura, Yang Kun was taken aback. He had thought Yang Xuanwu would stay in the Heavenly Stele for a long time, but he didn't expect to be sent out so quickly.

"Senior!" Yang Xuanwu nodded slightly and greeted him.

"Call me Big Brother! 'Senior' and all that is too formal!" Yang Kun feigned displeasure, then rubbed his hands together and asked expectantly, "Have you obtained any Heavenly Stele Stone Milk? Would it be convenient to sell some to Big Brother?"

Yang Xuanwu thought for a moment, then took out a porcelain bottle from his Storage Ring and handed it to Yang Kun, saying, "This is a drop of Heavenly Stele Stone Milk. I'll give it to you as a token of my gratitude for your help!"

Besides, the reason Yang Xuanwu gave away the Heavenly Stele Stone Milk was because this strong man was pure of heart and a lone wolf, worth befriending, and who knows, he might be able to bring him onto the Yang Household's chariot.

"Oh, how could I possibly accept this!" Yang Kun said, but his hands didn't slow down at all, quickly putting away the porcelain bottle.

Sensing the pure Spiritual Qi contained within the Heavenly Stele Stone Milk, a genuine smile involuntarily appeared on his rugged face.

"Kid, you're a true friend. I'm definitely befriending you!" Yang Kun patted his chest, looking incredibly generous and magnanimous.

Yang Xuanwu didn't speak, but sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes to meditate.

"Kid, are you planning to cultivate under the Heavenly Stele? That's a good idea. Now that the Interface War has broken out, it probably won't be long before those despicable guys are conscripted to fight. We can take the opportunity to leave!" Yang Kun muttered to himself. It was clear that he was a powerful figure with the potential to be a chatterbox.

Yang Xuanwu didn't speak; he certainly wasn't waiting for those people to leave.

Unlike Yang Kun, Yang Xuanwu was not a lone wolf, and the Yang Household would not fear a few Yang God cultivators.