What interested everyone more were the various spirit materials and Divine Ability Mechanism Devices they could put to use immediately, or Combat Puppets.
But most of these were scarce treasures. Feng Mingzhu, You Renzhi, and the others already had their eyes on them, while Zhen Zhuo and the others, who had moved into Yunshan Valley as attendant elders, regarded them as their private preserves and would not readily surrender them.
They could only focus their efforts on the techniques and knowledge instead.
Although those things were slow to yield results, they were still immensely valuable to Puppet Masters.
The true Secret Art inheritances and supreme techniques among them might not have survived, but Luo Changshan had devoted himself to this field, and his life's work contained methods and the Art of a Hundred Crafts far surpassing any commonly circulated teachings available on the market.
The Elders' Council would organize and archive these things, then share them with every Foundation Establishment expert present at this feast of spoils.
By the time everyone emerged from the secret chamber, it was already noon.
The sun shone brilliantly that day. Beneath the blue sky and white clouds, Yunshan Valley, already blessed with the gathered beauty of woods and mountains, seemed especially clear and ethereal. Everyone had gained considerable benefits and felt the trip had been worthwhile, so laughter and lively conversation accompanied their steps.
The atmosphere between them was harmonious and friendly. Even Zhen Zhuo and his two companions, who had yielded a considerable share of the benefits, did not feel they had lost out.
After all, they were being generous with someone else's wealth. Originally Wilderness Rogue Cultivators, they had suddenly acquired such an estate and were still in the lavish, expansive mood of the newly rich.
Just then, as though their minds