Seeing Huanhuan Again

Zhang Xiaohua entered the pill chamber, looked around, and stowed the Eight Trigrams Purple Gold Furnace in his belt. Even the jade boxes that had been piled inside the chamber were swept away without a trace. Before, his money pouch had lacked the spare space to store them; now that he had an extra belt, he naturally took them all with him.

Thinking of the jade boxes still left in the small courtyard halfway up the mountain, Zhang Xiaohua did not intend to go back and collect them. The most precious herbs had already been brought to the summit by him, and he had taken more than half of what remained. The leftovers were nothing but ordinary goods, not even a hair from nine oxen compared with his gains in You Lan Grand Canyon. Besides, the disciples of Tianmu Peak all knew about those jade boxes. If he took them away, would that not invite suspicion?

Once the pill chamber stood empty, Zhang Xiaohua took his bundle out of his money pouch and slung it diagonally over his shoulder. At last, his gaze fell upon the Prajna Heavy Sword embedded in the ground.

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Xiaohua lightly gritted his teeth and released his divine sense, intending to try storing it in his money pouch.

Yet the Prajna Heavy Sword was like a massive boulder in the wind, utterly unmoved by his divine sense, let alone capable of being taken into the money pouch. Zhang Xiaohua was greatly astonished. What material is this heavy sword made of? Even divine sense cannot move it.

He immediately tried using Object Manipulation. The hand seals struck the heavy sword, yet it was like a dragonfly trying to shake a stone pillar—it did not budge in the slightest. Zhang Xiaohua was