The topmost bag faintly glowed with pale golden light, waves of sacred might slowly spreading in every direction like gentle ocean swells.
Along the way, Fang Yun had encountered seven patches of blood-toothed vines. The vines in every patch had been terrified of him, so he had used war-poem soldiers to gather a great many Sacred Qi King Fangs.
In the sixth patch of blood-toothed vines, Fang Yun had found a piece of Half-Sage tiger bone. Although the incomplete sacred-qi sacred bone was only the size of a human arm, every race would consider it highly valuable, far surpassing the Sacred Qi King Fangs.
Sacred-qi sacred bone was worth far more than ordinary sacred bone from the outside world.
On the road, Fang Yun had already decided that this sacred-qi sacred bone could be made into the shaft of a Great Scholar Literary Treasure Brush. Once the brush was finished, he would find a way to seal a piece of war poetry related to tigers inside it. Its power would surely be extraordinary.
To the blood-toothed vines, this sacred-qi sacred bone was a treasure they should never have surrendered. Yet from beginning to end, none of those vines had shown the slightest intention of attacking Fang Yun, allowing him to stumble into an enormous windfall.
Fang Yun had listed many possible reasons why the blood-toothed vines feared him, but he could reach no firm conclusion, nor did he have time to investigate.
Completing the Ninth Literary Platform and advancing to Great Scholar were what mattered.
Looking at the gray-black mountains, Fang Yun marked this place as Bladepeak on the terrain map of the Burial Saint Valley recorded in the Strange Book World.
Fang Yun's expression grew grave. From the blade tips of Bladepeak, a faint sacred might emanated, fierce and