"Fang True Disciple, last year Seven Sects's new Beginner stage disciples competed, I Azure Profound Sect ranked at the bottom, and I didn't get much Earth Heart Stone Milk."
Han Qing heard this, frowned almost imperceptibly, and said.
"And Earth Heart Stone Milk, a natural treasure that can improve the bones, has always been the most in demand. There are so many Deacon Elder that have been exchanged. Now... it is no longer in stock."
Unexpectedly, it would be such a result, Fang Han frowned slightly.
"If you want to redeem Earth Heart Stone Milk, you can only wait until November this year, after the competition between Seven Sects and new Beginner stage disciples ends, and the sect is allocated the new Earth Heart Stone Milk."
Han Qing's voice is still calm, with a businesslike calmness.
"At that time, if Fang True Disciple still needs it, he can come to the treasure house to redeem it."
Fang Han Silently.
It's only the beginning of July now, and there are still four full months until November.
Four months is neither long nor short.
But he was not willing to wait four months.
"Han Elder."
He raised his head and met Han Qing's gaze.
"Since Earth Heart Stone Milk is currently out of stock, the disciple will exchange it for other heavenly materials and earthly treasures."
He paused and asked.
"I wonder if there are any treasures in the treasure house that can improve Sword Art Talent?"
"Yes."
Han Qing Hearing this, he nodded slightly.
He turned around and walked towards a row of rosewood shelves deep in the stone room.
Fang Han followed him.
Han Qing stopped in front of a Cold Jade box that was about a foot long, reached out to take off the jade box, and placed it on the table aside.
He opened the lid of the box.
A cool and sharp breath came to my face.
Fang Han looked at the box.
Inside the jade box, it was covered with soft silver velvet, and three strange plants lay quietly inside.
Each plant is about one foot long, with a light golden color throughout, and its shape is not an ordinary blade of grass, but like a miniature sharp sword.
There are nine symbiotic leaves, the leaves are long and narrow, the edges are as sharp as razors, and there is a faint flicker of light in the veins, as if there are countless tiny Sword Qi flowing.
It is Sword-Shaped Grass.
"Sword-Shaped Grass, the treasure of heaven and earth that can improve Sword Art Talent."
Han Qing's voice echoed in the silent stone chamber.
"Currently, there are still three plants in stock in the treasure house."
"Han Elder, how much merit does it take to exchange for one Sword-Shaped Grass?"
Fang Han's eyes fell on the three Sword-Shaped Grass plants and he asked.
"A Major Merit."
Han Qing's answer is concise and direct.
Fang Han was silent for a moment.
One Major Merit, exchange for one Sword-Shaped Grass.
This price can be said to be extremely expensive. After all, one Major Merit can be exchanged for a master's technique.
However, treasures like Sword-Shaped Grass that can improve Sword Art Talent are extremely rare and can only be encountered but not sought.
In addition, Sword Art Talent Amplification from System Panel is here, and the effect of taking Sword-Shaped Grass is much stronger than that of others.
Exchanging meritorious deeds for Sword-Shaped Grass is undoubtedly a good deal for him.
"Han Elder."
He raised his head and met Han Qing's gaze.
"Disciple will redeem these three strains of Sword-Shaped Grass."
Han Qing's brows raised slightly, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Three strains of Sword-Shaped Grass, but three full strains of Major Merit are needed.
He glanced at Fang Han, didn't say anything more, and just nodded slightly.
"Okay."
He turned around and took down a wooden box about a foot long from the wooden shelf on the side.
The wooden box is entirely made of rosewood, with complex cloud patterns carved on the surface and lined with soft velvet.
Carefully take out the three Sword-Shaped Grass plants from the Cold Jade box, put them into the wooden box, close the box lid, and hand them to Fang Han with both hands.
"Fang True Disciple, three Sword-Shaped Grass, a total of three Major Merit."
Fang Han took the wooden box and put it in his arms.
"Fang True Disciple, please give Identity Token to me."
Han Qing nodded slightly, took out a simple "Transmission Jade Inkstone" from his sleeve, and placed it on the table.
Fang Han took out the token from his arms and handed it over.
Han Qing took the token and placed it in the groove in the center of the jade inkstone. His fingertips glowed faintly and he quickly touched several specific runes on the surface of the jade inkstone.
The jade inkstone made an imperceptible buzz, and the light on its surface flashed away.
"Three Major Merit, already deducted."
Han Qing handed the token back, but his voice was still dull.
Fang Han took the token and put it in his arms.
Three Major Merit were exchanged for three Sword-Shaped Grass. He felt extremely sad, but he had no regrets.
Once the merit is gone, it will be earned again.
Sword-Shaped Grass Such treasures that can improve Sword Art Talent, if you miss them, you don't know when you will encounter them again.
"Fang True Disciple, do you want to exchange for other things?"
The voice of Han Qing sounded again.
Fang Han pondered for a moment. Although he was already feeling quite painful, he decided to exchange some more, so he said.
"Han Elder, the disciple also wants to redeem some Danyao to speed up cultivation."
"Come with me."
Han Qing nodded slightly, turned around and walked towards the stone room.
Fang Han followed Han Qing through the cave and came to the door of another stone chamber.
On the jade plaque in front of the stone chamber, there are three ancient seal characters engraved on it - "Danyao Chamber".
Han Qing took out the key, opened the stone door, and pushed in.
In the stone room, there are several rows of rosewood shelves neatly stacked against the wall.
The wooden shelves are filled with large and small jade bottles and porcelain bottles. Each bottle is labeled with the name, quantity and efficacy of the Danyao contained in it.
The air is filled with a faint medicinal fragrance, mixed with the unique fragrance of certain vegetation, which makes people feel refreshed.
"Danyao can speed up Internal Qi's cultivation. Currently, the most suitable one for you in the treasure house is Earth Spirit Pill."
Han Qing walked to a row of wooden shelves, stopped, turned around, and his eyes fell on Fang Han's face.
His voice was still calm, with a businesslike calmness.
"Earth Spirit Pill, the exchange price is five bottles per Minor Merit."
Fang Han was stunned. One Minor Merit could only be exchanged for 5 bottles of Earth Spirit Pill. Earth Spirit Pill was even more precious than he expected.
It is not difficult to see from this that the special resources that the sect rewards every month are of high value.
"Danyao can speed up Horizontal Training's cultivation. Currently, the most suitable one for you in the treasure house is Vajra Pill."
Han Qing continued.
"Vajra Pill, the exchange price is also five bottles of Minor Merit."
"Han Elder, disciple exchanges fifteen bottles of Vajra Pill."
Fang Han pondered for a moment and then said.
For Internal Qi training, I have the 10 bottles of Heaven Origin Pill I obtained before. They are Danyao that are more effective than Earth Spirit Pill, and there is no need to exchange them for the time being.
In comparison, horizontal training is in urgent need of Danyao assisted training like Vajra Pill.
"Fifteen bottles of Vajra Pill, a total of three Minor Merit."
Han Qing nodded slightly, turned around and took down fifteen jade bottles from the wooden frame, put them into one Cloth Pouch, and handed it to Fang Han.
Fang Han took Cloth Pouch carefully, for fear of breaking it. After all, it was worth three Minor Merit.
Han Qing took Identity Token from Fang Han again, and took out Transmission Jade Inkstone again.
After a moment of operation, three Minor Merit from the Fang Han token will be deducted, which is one Major Merit.
"Fang True Disciple, do you want to exchange for other things?"
Han Qing handed the token back and asked.
Fang Han took the token and put it in his arms. He pondered for a moment and shook his head.
"Thank you Han Elder, I don't need it for the time being."
After spending four Major Merit, he now has two Major Merit left in his hand. He decided to keep them as spares so that if he needs to exchange for anything in the future, he will not be stretched.
"Then let's go."
Han Qing nodded slightly, turned around and walked towards the stone room.
Fang Han followed him through the cave and along the deep passage toward the treasure house.
Behind him, the treasures that had been treasured for hundreds of years in the cave were quietly displayed under the cold light of Night-Luminescent Pearl, waiting for the arrival of the next destined person.
"Boom--"
The heavy stone door slowly closed, isolating the treasure house from the outside world.
The morning sun shines down, dispelling the coolness in the passage.
Fang Han squinted his eyes slightly, adapting to the change in light.
"Fang True Disciple, walk slowly."
Zhao Tieshan's rich voice sounded from behind.
"Thank you Zhao Elder and Han Elder. Disciple, please retire."
Fang Han turned around and saluted the two Elder.
He turned around and walked down the mountain along the bluestone path he came from.
Returning to No. 35 Annex, Fang Han walked through the courtyard and walked straight to Quiet Room.
Pushing open the door of Quiet Room, green smoke curls up from the Sandalwood Incense furnace, and a faint aroma fills the air.
He bolted the door with his backhand, walked to the futon and sat down cross-legged.
He took out the rosewood box from his arms.
The wooden box is entirely made of rosewood, with complex cloud patterns carved on the surface and warm to the touch.
He placed the wooden box on his lap and gently opened the lid with his fingertips.
Three Sword-Shaped Grass plants lie quietly on the soft velvet, with a light golden color all over. The leaves are long and narrow, the edges are as sharp as blades, and there is a faint flicker of light in the veins of the leaves.
"I wonder how much improvement it can bring to me?"
Fang Han's eyes stayed on the three Sword-Shaped Grass plants for a moment.
Three strains of Sword-Shaped Grass, three strains of Major Merit.
This price is not heavy.
But if it can be exchanged for a substantial improvement in Sword Art Talent, it will be nothing.
He reached out and took out the one on the far left. His fingertips touched the grass blades, and a cool and sharp breath faintly spread along the meridians of his arms.
Without hesitation, he put Sword-Shaped Grass into his mouth.
Just like the first time I took it, Sword-Shaped Grass did not melt like Danyao after taking it, but seemed to turn into countless subtle and refreshing Sword Qi.
It pours into the body along the throat, disperses to the limbs and bones in an instant, and finally flows into the sea of consciousness between the eyebrows like all rivers returning to the sea.
"Buzz--!"
There seemed to be thousands of sword sounds ringing out at the same time in my mind, and there seemed to be thunder exploding.
A cool but majestic strange energy, like a torrent that bursts from a dam, washes through his sea of consciousness and cleanses his soul.
Under this strange energy, his affinity, perception, and deduction ability for the sword increased crazily at an unprecedented speed.
The feeling is exactly the same as when I took Sword-Shaped Grass for the first time.
Fang Han was calm and allowed this energy to flow in the sea of consciousness.
Time passes quietly in profound transformation.
More than an hour later.
The torrent of coolness finally subsided, like the ebbing sea water, slowly receding from the sea of consciousness, leaving only a piece of clearness washed away with a brand new look.
"Huh--"
Fang Han slowly opened his eyes.
Deep in his eyes, there seemed to be two extremely condensed sword lights flashing away, so sharp that one dared not look directly at them.
He gently exhaled a breath of turbid air, and this breath actually had a hint of sharpness.
"I don't know how effective it will be..."
Fang Han stood up, pushed open the door of Quiet Room, and came to the courtyard.
He walked to the center of the open space and put his right hand on the hilt of his sword.