The Witch Clan Truly Has So Many Spiritual Treasures

"You."

Di Jiang was just about to fly into a rage when Houtu grabbed him tightly.

"Daoist Friend Qing Huan."

Houtu spoke in a deep voice.

"We of the Witch Clan concede this battle. But I also ask that you refrain from making sport of the Witch Clan any further."

"Very well!"

Qing Huan smiled faintly.

"Since Daoist Friend Houtu has spoken, I shall grant you this courtesy.

However, please present the four Innate Spiritual Treasures or Spiritual Roots in full."

His battle with Di Jiang had yielded abundant rewards. Not only had he obtained Spiritual Treasures, but he had also verified his own strength, and his comprehension of the Laws had improved tremendously.

That alone made Qing Huan feel that this Houtu was practically a lucky star!

"The Witch Clan has always meant what it says!"

Houtu replied, "The Spiritual Treasures and Spiritual Roots you seek are here. Choose as you please."

Before her words had even faded, she tipped over the Myriad Things Bag in her hand and, as though dumping trash, poured out every Innate Spiritual Root and Spiritual Treasure stored within.

Crash—

In an instant, treasure light spilled across the ground. Innate Spiritual Roots and Spiritual Treasures lay heaped together, numbering more than a hundred!

Looking at the treasures carpeting the ground, Qing Huan could not help clicking his tongue inwardly.

"The Witch Clan truly possesses profound foundations!"

"Hehe, I never expected the Witch Clan's collection to be so vast. I am full of admiration."

"Hmph!"

Di Jiang resumed his usual lofty bearing.

"My little sister has already brought out the Spiritual Treasures and Spiritual Roots. What are you dawdling for? Quickly offer up the treasure my sister requires!"

"Daoist Friend Di Jiang, do not be impatient."

Qing Huan paid no mind to the other man's arrogance and said leisurely, "What, does Daoist Friend Di Jiang fear that I might run away? Besides... I have yet to make my selection."

"Then please make your selection swiftly, Daoist Friend Qing Huan."

Houtu's voice remained calm, her expression equally unruffled.

"Good!"

Qing Huan answered, then used his Primordial Spirit to examine each Spiritual Treasure and Spiritual Root.

He first took a fancy to a pair of treasured swords, one violet and one azure. Though both were low-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures, when the twin swords were united, their power rivaled that of a Mid-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure.

They were decent enough, but they were low-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures after all, hardly worth getting excited over. He gently set them back down.

He next picked up a small tower with thirteen stories, eight corners, and eight eaves. With a slight probe of his Spiritual Sense, he sensed that every level within the tower contained a small world of its own.

Seeing that it was merely a mid-grade Spiritual Treasure, he found it uninteresting and casually set it aside.

At that moment, a simple, ancient square seal caught his attention.

With a casual beckon, the square seal fell into his palm. The body of the seal bore the two characters "Xuanhuang," plain and unadorned.

"Mm, not bad!"

A trace of satisfaction flashed through Qing Huan's eyes.

This was the High-Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, the Xuanhuang Seal.

It had been formed when Chaos Goldstone was tainted by Xuanhuang Qi during Pangu's creation of heaven and earth. It could expand or shrink at will, and its weight was like Chaos crushing down from above, shattering anything in its path. Qing Huan happily put it away.

As his gaze shifted, a crystalline bottle entered his sight.

Half its body was translucent, moonlight congealed into frost; the other half reflected the blazing sun's flowing flames.

Qing Huan gave it a look and contemplated it briefly, immediately understanding.

"The Sun Moon Bottle."

This treasure had been formed from the essence of sun and moon that overflowed from Pangu's eyes, fused with a fragment of Chaos crystal.

Within the bottle, sun and moon revolved in an endless cycle, containing the power to invert yin and yang and the sequence of time, burn the Primordial Spirit, and wear away the Physical Body.

"I did not expect this High-Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure to possess such might. Even a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal might not be able to withstand it head-on! Even if they did not die, their cultivation realm would still fall."

Qing Huan murmured softly and tucked this treasure away as well.

Most of the remaining Spiritual Treasures were low-grade or mid-grade.

After a round of careful selection, he ultimately chose two more Mid-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures. There truly were no more high-grade ones...

Innate Mid-grade Spiritual Treasure: Primordial Qi Shield. Chaos Qi flowed across its surface, capable of dissolving attacks from all manner of techniques.

Innate Mid-grade Spiritual Treasure: Two Forms Yin-Yang Cover. Yang Qi healed its wielder, while Yin Qi wounded the enemy's Primordial Spirit. Within the cover lay a self-contained cyclical barrier of life and death; anyone drawn inside found their Magic Power sluggish, as though mired in a swamp.

"Daoist Friend Houtu."

Qing Huan smiled warmly and clasped his hands in salute.

"The Witch Clan truly enjoys blessings favored by the heavens. Your Innate Spiritual Treasures are so dazzling in their abundance that they have left my eyes reeling."

Qing Huan was exceedingly pleased with the gains from this encounter.

Innate Spiritual Treasures were blessed by heaven and earth to begin with, numbering no more than three thousand. Now that he held five, aside from Patriarch Hongjun, he was likely the Innate Lifeform with the greatest number of Spiritual Treasures at present.

"Since Daoist Friend Qing Huan has made his selection," Houtu said, a trace of barely concealed urgency and anticipation entering her voice, "should you not give the Zhongshu Earth to me?"

This earth concerned the path of her laws and was of utmost importance.

"Haha, of course."

Qing Huan laughed heartily and flicked his sleeve. A fist-sized clump of soil, radiating a pale yellow glow, appeared out of thin air before Houtu.

A dense, pure aura of the Law of Earth spread outward.

"This... this is the Zhongshu Earth that has set my Dao Heart trembling?"

Houtu's mind churned with excitement. To her, this Zhongshu Earth was simply a supreme treasure tailored precisely for her.

"Daoist Friend Houtu, the Zhongshu Earth has been delivered as promised. With this karmic bond now at an end, I must seek out a treasured place to digest the insights I gained from this battle. Farewell!"

The moment Qing Huan finished speaking, he vanished from before Di Jiang and Houtu.

"Little sister, are you certain this mere clump of dirt will truly be of great use to you?"

Di Jiang looked utterly baffled. He possessed no Primordial Spirit and cultivated neither the Law of Earth, so naturally, he could discern nothing remarkable about it.

"Big Brother." Houtu fixed her blazing, resolute gaze on the Zhongshu Earth before her. "This earth is intimately tied to my Dao path! I must immediately enter seclusion to comprehend it. Forgive me for not seeing you off."

"In that case, little sister, cultivate in seclusion with peace of mind. I'll be going first."

As soon as Di Jiang spoke, his figure instantly melded into space and disappeared.

Qing Huan traveled far beyond the bounds of Buzhou Mountain.

He stood atop an auspicious cloud, lost in thought.

I should first find a place to comprehend the insights gained from that battle, and refine all these Innate Spiritual Treasures while I'm at it.

As for finding a blessed land to serve as my Dao Field, such an opportunity cannot be forced unless great fortune brings it.

After a brief moment of thought, his gaze swept across the vast four corners of the world.

The west? The thought had barely arisen before he dismissed it.

In the past, when Dao and Devil had contended, Demon Ancestor Luohu had self-destructed the Immortal Execution Sword Formation, shattering the foundations of the earth veins across trillions upon trillions of miles of western mountains and rivers. Spiritual vitality there had withered away—where could he find a treasure land rich in spiritual qi to dwell in?

What about heading south?

In the vast Primordial Wilderness, most Innate Lifeforms of extraordinary power gathered in the east and south.

The southern lands were boundless and had suffered little damage. Perhaps he could find a temporary foothold there.

With his mind made up, Qing Huan transformed into a streak of pure light and sped toward the southern horizon.

His gaze swept across the land stretching for trillions of miles as he carefully probed the surging spiritual vitality within the mountains, rivers, and earth veins along the way.

The years of the Primordial Wilderness were vast beyond measure.

This search quietly consumed an entire Huiyuan Era.

Then, all at once, a mysterious pull of destiny arose from the depths of his mind, strikingly clear.

Qing Huan's escaping light halted abruptly, and he hovered beneath the firmament.

Before him stretched an endless expanse of majestic mountains, ridge upon ridge rising and falling like dragon spines, their grandeur ever-changing.

Yet as far as his divine eyes could see, aside from the mountains' own imposing majesty, there was not the slightest trace of any wondrous phenomenon or treasure light.

"This place... fate and luck clearly resonate here, and the destined affinity has arrived. Why can I see nothing at all?"

A sharp glint flashed through Qing Huan's eyes. Rather than growing anxious, his heart became even more certain.