Chu Luohen had actually been watching this spot for a long time. One of his innate gifts was related to perception, so his senses were far keener than those of ordinary cultivators.
Su Jiu and Hong Ling had only vaguely sensed something amiss with this secret chamber, but he had already narrowed it down to a single treasure chest.
The chest simply sat there, with neither formations nor talismans around it, which meant neither of those was responsible.
Su Jiu saw it differently. To her eyes, although the chest looked no different from the others, the currents flowing around it moved differently.
It was not spiritual qi, merely ordinary air.
"This chest should be a magic treasure as well," Su Jiu heard Chu Luohen say.
Hong Ling came over then and swiftly emptied the chest of its contents.
Yet there still seemed to be no change.
Su Jiu's gaze sharpened, as though she had spotted something. She quickly slit her fingertip, using her finger and blood as brush and ink, and heaven and earth as talisman paper.
Within a few breaths, the faint outline of a talisman appeared in midair.
But to Chu Luohen, that blood was painfully glaring.
Su Jiu softly recited an incantation, the fingers of both hands flying through gestures. Her expression was utterly cold and aloof.
Suddenly, Su Jiu slapped the talisman suspended in the air into the bottom of the chest.
The chest began to shake violently. Before long, its originally white bottom gradually turned black, as though Su Jiu had activated some hidden mechanism. A pot of grass slowly appeared against the black base, its phantom image becoming solid. Clearly, this was what the chest had truly concealed.
It was a very unusual spirit herb, born with two leaves and remaining that way until