Pengcheng High Martial Arts, the school's prize collection area.
Yun Wanlan stood before the equipment counter as a staff member handed her a tray. Two things rested on it: several crimson glowstones and a palm-sized wooden box.
Flame Spirit Stones. A magical treasure.
She picked up the Flame Spirit Stones first. They were warm to the touch, with magma-like patterns flowing across their surfaces. Their energy was pure, exactly what she needed for cultivation.
But she had no shortage of them. In the Sushen Tribe, every adult received an allocation of Flame Spirit Stones. What she lacked was something she could bring back to the tribe for more of her people to use.
Her gaze fell on the wooden box.
She opened it. Inside lay a small Jade Ruler, lustrous white from end to end, with intricate runes engraved along its length. Its energy fluctuations were not particularly strong, but its fine craftsmanship made it suitable for setting up formations or assisting with spellcasting.
For an ordinary cultivator, it was a rare treasure. As for the Sushen Tribe, she could count the people who owned magical treasures on one hand.
She could take this magical treasure back for her people to use.
If she could still get back.
As that thought surfaced, she put the magical treasure away and lifted her head.
Yun Wanlan carefully tucked the Jade Ruler inside her clothes.
Seeing Yun Wanlan still standing there, the staff member behind the counter leaned forward and asked, "Student Yun? Do you need anything else?"
"No. Thank you."
She turned and left the equipment area.
The school was bustling. Students gathered in small groups, discussing what they had gained from the trial. Some talked about the Wutong Secret Realm, while others boasted about their kill counts. The babble of voices