The entire process went extremely smoothly, completed in merely the time it took an incense stick to burn.
The old man was still unconscious, but Lin Xuan already treated him as if he were invisible. Three days later, the man would recover his awareness, but by then, he would remember nothing at all of what had happened.
Lin Xuan's gaze swept over the hall before him. This time, what sort of harvest would he gain?
To say this trip to Tianwu Mountain had been a brush with death was no exaggeration. Of course Lin Xuan hoped to receive a little more compensation. Though his fortune was already quite substantial, what immortal cultivator would ever complain about having too many Spirit Stones, materials, or treasures?
Cultivation was cultivation; what it fought over, at its root, was resources.
The hall was not spacious, only a little over twenty zhang square. It could be said that everything was visible at a glance, and one chest after another entered his eyes.
Counting them, there were twenty chests in all.
Aside from these, there was nothing else. But thinking about it, the treasures those twenty chests could hold were already plenty. A trace of anticipation could not help flashing across Lin Xuan's face. After all, Old Devil Fire Cloud was famous for his stinginess and his talent at collecting treasures.
With that thought in mind, Lin Xuan slowly walked forward.
Those chests were several feet in size, carved from some unknown sandalwood, giving off a faint fragrance that refreshed the heart and gladdened the spirit.
Lin Xuan drew in a breath, then raised his right hand and lightly flicked his bent finger. A glow flew out, shooting from his fingertip. With a click, the lid of the chest opened. Spiritual light shone dazzlingly, and the