Three Treasures

Three Treasures

"Mm..."

Bi Fan slowly woke, letting out a contented groan.

He opened his eyes and discovered that he was suspended in midair, more than three meters above the ground.

"Ah..." Bi Fan cried out miserably as he fell.

Splash! Bi Fan landed right in the pool formed by the Ten-Thousand-Year Earth Vein Spirit Milk, sending white spray flying everywhere.

Bi Fan could not swim and gulped down several mouthfuls of Ten-Thousand-Year Earth Vein Spirit Milk.

After struggling for a while, Bi Fan discovered that the Ten-Thousand-Year Earth Vein Spirit Milk was not deep enough to drown him. Standing on the bottom of the pool, it reached his chest.

The pool had a radius of over five meters. Such a vast pool of Ten-Thousand-Year Earth Vein Spirit Milk contained an enormous amount of it.

"So much Ten-Thousand-Year Earth Vein Spirit Milk, and I can use it as I please." Bi Fan felt as though he were dreaming and could hardly believe it.

Not long ago, he had desperately wanted even a single drop of Ten-Thousand-Year Earth Vein Spirit Milk, yet it had been beyond his reach. Now, he was soaking in it. Happiness had come too quickly.

Bi Fan drank several huge gulps of Ten-Thousand-Year Earth Vein Spirit Milk, stopping only when he truly could not swallow another drop. Fortunately, its medicinal properties were mild; otherwise, Bi Fan would have exploded to death.

After a long while, Bi Fan's mind cleared somewhat, and only then did he realize that he could see in the darkness—more clearly, in fact, than when there had been light earlier.

Bi Fan rubbed his eyes. Once he confirmed that he truly could see in the dark, he was overjoyed.

After calming his excited heart, Bi Fan began making his way toward the shore step by step.

Splash! Bi Fan stepped on a round object beneath his foot. It was so slippery that he plunged into the Ten-Thousand-Year Earth Vein Spirit Milk again.

Bi Fan found it strange. It did not feel like a stone—how could it be lying at the bottom of the pool?

Driven by curiosity, Bi Fan bent down and picked it up. It was actually a Purple Gourd, engraved with an Eight Trigrams Diagram and exquisitely crafted.

Bi Fan was immediately drawn deeply to the Purple Gourd. He examined it carefully, yet could not discern anything unusual about it.

Still, Bi Fan liked the Purple Gourd very much. He had been worrying about how to take away some Ten-Thousand-Year Earth Vein Spirit Milk; with this gourd, he could at least carry some away.

Bi Fan climbed ashore, pulled out the Purple Gourd's stopper, and turned it upside down, but nothing came out.

Bi Fan placed the gourd into the pool of Ten-Thousand-Year Earth Vein Spirit Milk and began collecting the spirit milk.

Watching the Ten-Thousand-Year Earth Vein Spirit Milk flow into the Purple Gourd, Bi Fan was incomparably excited. Every drop of this was treasure.

Seeing such a huge pool of Ten-Thousand-Year Earth Vein Spirit Milk yet being unable to take it all away was enough to make his heart ache as though it were being cut by knives.

The gourd was not large, and Bi Fan had thought it would fill quickly. Yet after a long time had passed, the Purple Gourd was still collecting Ten-Thousand-Year Earth Vein Spirit Milk.

"Could this be a magic treasure?" Bi Fan guessed.

During his time at the Qingyang Sect, what he had seen and heard had taught him some things about Magic Tools and magic treasures.

The lowest-grade items used by cultivators were Magic Tools. Most cultivators in the Mortal Embryo Realm used Magic Tools.

Above Magic Tools were magic treasures. Magic treasures were generally used by experts of the Mortal Transformation Realm. Both Magic Tools and magic treasures were divided into low-grade, mid-grade, high-grade, and supreme-grade.

It was said that above magic treasures were spirit artifacts, above spirit artifacts were immortal artifacts, and immortal artifacts possessed the might to destroy heaven and earth.

All of that was hearsay, and Bi Fan did not quite believe it.

Bi Fan picked up the gourd and looked carefully inside. It was bottomless, and he could see nothing within.

He did not care whether the gourd was a magic treasure or not. As long as it could hold more Ten-Thousand-Year Earth Vein Spirit Milk, that was enough. He continued collecting it.

A full half hour passed before the Purple Gourd actually collected the entire pool of Ten-Thousand-Year Earth Vein Spirit Milk. Yet its bottom was still nowhere to be seen.

Bi Fan tied the Purple Gourd around his waist, winding it tightly several times, afraid it might fall off.

Afterward, Bi Fan looked around in every direction, searching for a way out.

Remembering the swarm of venomous snakes he had encountered not long ago, he more or less guessed that this place was the Myriad Snake Den.

The Myriad Snake Den was no place to linger. Bi Fan had only just received some good fortune, and he did not want to throw away his life for no reason.

Suddenly, Bi Fan spotted a weapon embedded in the cave wall, almost buried to its hilt.

Bi Fan walked over and saw a silver thread on the handle, with a pitch-black Dragon Head Ring hanging from it.

Without hesitation, he untied the silver thread and put away the ring first. In his eyes, this ring had to be something valuable.

The handle was crimson, as though blood flowed within it, gleaming with a soul-stirring radiance.

Bi Fan hesitated briefly, but still reached out and gripped the handle.

The handle was exactly the right size and length, as though it had been tailor-made for Bi Fan. Moreover, as he held it, he felt as if they were connected by blood.

Bi Fan pulled hard, trying to wrench the weapon free.

But the weapon did not budge in the slightest. No matter how hard he tried, it would not move. Bi Fan was still far too weak.

What should he do?

Bi Fan knew very well that this weapon was no ordinary item. He was unwilling to abandon it.

"Recognize a master with blood!" Bi Fan thought of the method for making a magic treasure acknowledge its master and decided to give it a try.

Bi Fan decisively bit his index finger and dripped his blood onto the weapon's handle.

The handle touched fresh blood and unexpectedly emitted a bewitching crimson glow, enveloping Bi Fan within it.

The handle began greedily sucking Bi Fan's blood. A thin mist of blood shrouded his body, and he could clearly sense his blood draining away. Bi Fan was terrified.

Bi Fan had already been extremely weak. Before long, his head spun and his vision blurred; he could no longer hold on.

Fortunately, the handle stopped sucking his blood in time. Otherwise, Bi Fan would certainly have died from excessive blood loss.

The blood-binding recognition of ownership had truly worked. Bi Fan could clearly sense the weapon's presence, and a great deal of information appeared in his mind.

The weapon was named Blood Blade, the weapon of the Blood Demon True Monarch of a past generation. There was no detailed information, but the information he received also included a cultivation art called Blood Demon.

With a thought from Bi Fan, Blood Blade flew out and settled steadily in his hand.

Including its handle, Blood Blade was 1.88 meters long—broad, thick, and heavy. It was neither quite a saber nor quite a sword. Its tip bore six sharp, razor-edged tooth-like protrusions. The teeth were hollow, designed specifically to devour blood.

A bloodthirsty gleam flashed through Bi Fan's eyes. He was extremely satisfied with Blood Blade.

With another thought, Blood Blade actually merged into Bi Fan's body. He was certain that it was at least a treasure-grade weapon. Magic Tools could not be stored within the body; only treasures of treasure grade or above could be refined and taken into the body.

After resting for a while, Bi Fan dearly wanted to try and see whether the ring and gourd could also be bound by blood.

After pondering for a long time, Bi Fan abandoned the idea of blood-binding them. He had already lost too much blood, and continuing would be too dangerous.

Having found three treasures in a row, Bi Fan was still not satisfied. He continued searching, hoping to obtain even more treasures.

In the end, he was disappointed. The cave was completely empty.

Because he had remained so excited, Bi Fan had actually failed to notice that the Two-Colored Strange Lotus had disappeared.

Only after searching for half a day without finding anything did he remember the Two-Colored Strange Lotus.

Bi Fan knew very well that the Two-Colored Strange Lotus was no ordinary item—perhaps even more precious than the Ten-Thousand-Year Earth Vein Spirit Milk. Yet it had vanished without rhyme or reason.

During that time, Bi Fan had not seen a single venomous snake. Where had all those snakes gone?

And there was also the matter of his own severe injuries, which had completely recovered. He was even much stronger than before.

All of this left Bi Fan deeply bewildered. No matter how he thought about it, he could not make sense of it.