Storage Bag, Profound Yin Twelve Swords

Storage Bag, Profound Yin Twelve Swords

The journey had been perilous but uneventful, and Ye Yun returned safely to the cave. Once inside, his tightly wound nerves finally relaxed.

Ye Yun set everything down. He had no strength left to sort through it, and his whole body collapsed onto the bed of dry grass and fallen leaves. Within less than a minute, he sank into a groggy sleep.

The blazing sun hung high the next day, making the noon heat even more unbearable.

Hunger roused Ye Yun from his dreams. After waking, he examined his wounds and found that most had already scabbed over. Only several more serious wounds were still occasionally bleeding.

This was the benefit of martial cultivation. As one's cultivation rose, a martial artist's physique grew stronger, and their recovery ability was beyond comparison to that of ordinary people. Legend had it that once martial artists cultivated to a certain level, they could even regenerate from a single drop of blood.

Ye Yun casually ate something to fill his stomach. Rather than checking yesterday's gains in a hurry, he went outside the cave and cleaned his wounds by the small river nearby.

After washing and tending to himself, Ye Yun changed into clean clothes and returned to the cave.

He placed the materials gathered from the Fiery Sun Tiger last night together with the demonic beast materials he had obtained over the past half month.

Looking at the huge pile of demonic beast materials before him, Ye Yun felt a deep sense of accomplishment. These were gains he had traded his life for. This pile alone could sell for at least one hundred thousand taels of silver.

What did that mean? To put it simply, it was nearly enough resources for Ye Yun to break through from the Body Tempering Realm to the Qi Refining Realm.

A second-grade Aperture-Opening Pill capable of helping someone break through from the Body Tempering Realm to the Qi Refining Realm cost only thirty thousand taels of silver per pill.

Speaking of pills, one had to mention the profession of alchemists. After countless ages of study, alchemists were ranked from first to ninth grade according to the grades of spirit herbs: first-grade alchemy apprentices, second-grade alchemists, third-grade alchemy masters, and fourth-grade alchemy grandmasters. Beyond that, no one knew. The Great Chu Dynasty's sole third-grade alchemy master was even an Attendant of the imperial family.

Leaving everything else aside, even figuring out how to transport this pile of materials out and sell them in Azure Sun Town, not far from the Blackwater Mountains, was a difficult problem.

Since there was no solution for the moment, Ye Yun stopped racking his brains over it. He returned to the grass bed, sat down, and took out the small bag he had obtained from the old man yesterday for careful examination.

The bag was entirely black, and upon closer inspection, faint tiny patterns could be seen on it. It felt light as a feather in his hand, yet no matter how hard Ye Yun tried, he could not open it.

After fiddling with it for a while, Ye Yun tried channeling his inner qi into the bag. Something unexpected happened. The mouth of the bag opened, and Ye Yun's consciousness followed his inner qi inside.

In Ye Yun's perception, there appeared a standard cube, one zhang long and one zhang wide, filled with a hazy, slightly translucent white space, as though it had been carved straight out of the void.

Inside the space were several banknotes, several martial arts manuals, a sheathed longsword, several small bottles that seemed to contain pills, and a pile of miscellaneous objects.

At the sight of it all, Ye Yun was stunned. Then he burst into ecstatic laughter. This inconspicuous little bag was actually the legendary Storage Bag.

Storage Bags were made from an exceedingly rare material called Void Netherstone. The Storage Bag in Ye Yun's hand was worth a fortune; some small sects would have to squander their entire fortunes to afford one. Even sects like the Purple Extreme Sect did not possess many.

Ye Yun had never dreamed that a rogue cultivator martial artist like that ugly old man would possess such a treasure as a Storage Bag. Ye Yun guessed that the old man had probably acquired it by killing someone and seizing their treasure.

Ye Yun turned his attention to the items inside the Storage Bag. With a thought, every item within the bag appeared before him.

Ye Yun first picked up the longsword and examined it closely. Its scabbard was black and bore no decoration whatsoever. The blade itself was roughly four feet and two inches long, black as ink from end to end, its edge gleaming with a faint cold light. The two characters "Shadow Sword" were engraved near the hilt, as though proclaiming to the world that this was the Shadow Sword.

Ye Yun gripped the hilt and slashed at the cave wall. The blade cut into stone as though slicing tofu, leaving behind a sword mark.

"What a fine sword that cuts iron like mud." Ye Yun praised it. This was a high-grade treasure weapon. Weapons used by martial artists were divided into ordinary weapons, treasure weapons, spirit weapons, and divine weapons. Each level was further divided into low, middle, high, and supreme grades.

Ye Yun stored the Shadow Sword in the Storage Bag and continued looking through the other items. After taking stock, he found more than thirty thousand taels in banknotes and five bottles of pills: three bottles of Meridian-Punching Pills, one bottle of Qi-Replenishing Pills, and one bottle of Revitalizing Pills.

The Revitalizing Pills happened to be something Ye Yun could use immediately. They were first-grade pills mainly used to treat all kinds of internal injuries.

Turning to the remaining three martial arts manuals and the pile of miscellaneous items, Ye Yun picked up the manuals first and flipped through them.

Before long, the compatibility ratings for the three martial arts appeared in his mind. The first was the low-grade martial art Whirlwind Palm, with a compatibility rating of four points. The second was the middle-grade martial art Treading Snow Without Trace, with a compatibility rating of seven points. The third was the middle-grade martial art Profound Yin Twelve Swords, with a compatibility rating of nine points.

Ye Yun felt as though he had stepped in dog shit today, finding good things one after another. He looked toward the miscellaneous items. Aside from several articles of clothing and a map, there was nothing else.

Ye Yun picked up the map and studied it. It was a map of the Blackwater Mountains. Near its center was a red dot, with a winding line leading toward it. This was a Treasure Map.

Seeing this, Ye Yun suddenly understood. He now knew where the old man's Storage Bag had come from. He guessed that the old man had somehow obtained this Treasure Map and followed its directions to find the treasure. On his way back, he encountered Ye Yun's battle with the Fiery Sun Tiger and intended to reap the fisherman's profit. Unexpectedly, Ye Yun had killed him instead, and all the benefits had fallen into Ye Yun's hands.

Ye Yun silently warned himself, Even an eagle uses all its strength when pouncing on a rabbit. No matter who the opponent was, he could not let down his guard. Otherwise, a moment of carelessness could overturn the boat in a gutter, just like the old man.

This was perfect. He had just been worrying about how to transport all those demonic beast materials out. Now, with the Storage Bag, it would be much more convenient. He could handle it all in one trip.

Ye Yun stored all the demonic beast materials inside the Storage Bag. Then he took out a jade box from the bag and placed the Essence Fruit inside. He was still injured, so it was not suitable for him to consume the Essence Fruit yet.

Once everything had been dealt with, Ye Yun once again took out the manuals for Treading Snow Without Trace and Profound Yin Twelve Swords and read them carefully. His compatibility with both martial arts was high, and neither conflicted with Layered Waves Fist, so he could cultivate them.

Treading Snow Without Trace was a movement technique. Once cultivated to a certain level, it could create one afterimage; when cultivated to mastery, it could create three afterimages. Each afterimage could remain for five seconds. This was a powerful life-saving ability that might even turn the tables in a critical moment.

Profound Yin Twelve Swords was a fast sword technique. Of all martial arts under heaven, only speed could not be defeated. This sword art brought that principle to its fullest extent. At its peak, one could unleash seven swords in a single second—terrifying beyond measure.

Ye Yun had originally been considering finding a martial art that could complement Layered Waves Fist. Now that he had Profound Yin Twelve Swords, it completely resolved the weakness of his overly limited attack methods.

Ye Yun suppressed the excitement in his heart. Now was not the time to cultivate martial arts. The most urgent matter was recovering from his injuries. In a dangerous place like the Blackwater Mountains, he had to remain in peak condition at all times.

Ye Yun took out a Revitalizing Pill and swallowed it. His consciousness sank into his body as he controlled his inner qi to refine the pill's medicinal power, slowly healing his injuries.

(End of Chapter)