His slender fingers split open on their own, and three drops of viscous blood floated one by one onto the three storage treasures.
At once, the treasures swiftly absorbed the blood.
Somehow, Xu Yi felt a connection form between his thoughts and the three treasures.
His thoughts first slipped into Xue Zihan's Sumeru Ring. After a glance, Xu Yi lost interest. He even almost wondered whether this was a cultivator's storage space at all.
In a space barely half a square, there were pitifully few things belonging to a cultivator: only a few boxes of common Qi Replenishing Pills and Essence Restoration Pills, along with a little over three thousand gold notes.
Everything else was daily necessities. There were two sets of clothes, a set of jewelry, and quite a few odd little bottles. Looking closely, he saw labels on every bottle, reading either "beauty mud" or "sunblock ointment."
Besides those, there was even a pure-white pipa, exquisitely crafted and exceptionally beautiful.
With a faint sigh, Xu Yi withdrew his thoughts and slipped them into Shui Zhongjing's Sumeru Ring. In an instant, he almost couldn't stop himself from laughing aloud.
Compared with Xue Zihan's lack of focus on her proper pursuits, Shui Zhongjing was undoubtedly far more practical and professional.
The storage space was about two square in size, packed with all kinds of things for cultivation: pills, weapons, equipment, a dazzling assortment that nearly made Xu Yi's eyes swim.
But after examining it closely, he found nothing particularly remarkable. There wasn't even a single gold note.
Thinking it over, Xu Yi understood. He had already swindled all the good stuff out of Shui Zhongjing. What remained naturally wasn't worth a second look.
Then again, "not worth a second look" was only relative—to top-grade pills and the Heavenly Thunder Pearl.