"Xu Taiping."
Blade Ghost continued, his tone somewhat urgent:
"There's no need to panic. Just do as I said, and you'll naturally turn danger into safety."
Xu Taiping acknowledged him inwardly, then took out the Blade of Guicang and held it in his hand, unleashing its innate divine intent, Mud Cow Entering the Sea.
Just as he swiftly finished all this, Ye Lingxu called to him from nearby:
"Fellow Daoist Taiping, more and more powerful cultivators are coveting these ancient ruins. We need to move faster!"
Xu Taiping glanced around, then asked curiously:
"Fellow Daoist Lingxu, have you already picked through all these weapons?"
Ye Lingxu froze for a moment, then said somewhat reluctantly:
"I have. If you have room for them, help yourself."
That was exactly what Xu Taiping had been waiting to hear.
He smiled and said:
"Since you've already made your selection, Fellow Daoist Lingxu, I won't stand on ceremony with the rest."
As he spoke, he skimmed forward close to the ground.
Wherever he passed, he swept all the reasonably good-looking weapons on the ground into his storage rings and the Dragon-Trapping Tower.
Soon, however, Xu Taiping discovered that his three gourds and several storage rings, and even the Dragon-Trapping Tower, were nearly full.
He therefore had to leave some weapons behind.
Of course, besides collecting weapons, he would occasionally throw a few punches and deliver a few saber strikes to the nearby stone mountains as he passed, breaking off chunks of soulfire stone.
Though he never got much each time, he made up for it with speed.
In less time than it took to brew a cup of tea, the soulfire stones inside his Dragon-Trapping Tower had piled into another small mountain.
Seeing that he had collected nearly all the weapons and easily obtained soulfire