Taoist companions help me live forever

"It's so good!!!"

Yu Xian excitedly held up three corpses and dropped from the sky, landing on a barren mountain on the outskirts of Kyoto in a shrinking image.

He looked around and scanned with his spiritual consciousness, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he found that no one was there.

The storage bag in his hand was the lowest-grade one cubic meter, and the body couldn't fit in even if it was folded in half, so he had to carry it away.

If someone sees him, it will be a trivial matter for him to become a pervert. The key is that if someone discovers his whereabouts, it will definitely take a lot of effort.

Yu Xian casually threw down a water mist spell, and a mist immediately appeared around him, obscuring his vision.

Only then did he start to look at the loot in his hands.

The identities of the three corpses were naturally the two Jiang family members and the Lin family's Erlang.

Among them, the corpse of the old man from the Jiang family has been mummified and is the most completely preserved.

The ancestors of the Jiang family only had a jade-like skeleton left, and only Erlang of the Lin family was the most miserable. His entire chest was blown out, and there were not even a few pieces of good meat left on his body.

"Don't be afraid of being late for good food, just open the weakest one first."

Yu Xian stared at the mummy of the old man of the Jiang family.

The old man's thin body was covered with a layer of black black iron armor that obviously didn't fit. The armor was full of wounds, which should be the scars left by Erlang Lin's sword.

Yu Xian didn't mind it and just took it off the old man's body.

"The high-grade magic weapon is damaged in many places and its value has plummeted, but it is still the most expensive magic weapon I have ever handled."

The grade distinction of magic weapons is very simple, that is, the intensity of the increase in their own magic power.

Low-grade magic weapons can generally increase the mana of a Qi-training monk by 10 to 20%, which means that a Qi-training monk using a low-grade magic weapon can exert up to 120% of his or her own strength.

A mid-grade magic weapon can increase its power by 30 to 50%, a top-grade magic weapon can increase its power by 60 to 90%, and a magic weapon that can perfectly increase its mana by 100% is a top-grade magic weapon.

Of course, this is just a rough way of classifying magic weapons.

Although many magic weapons are not of high grade, they have various unique functions, and their functions are no weaker than some high-grade magic weapons.

But Yu Xian is now a foundation-building monk.

The amplification effect of the magic weapon on his extremely condensed liquid mana must be reduced by more than half.

Even some low-quality magic weapons may not be able to withstand his liquid magic power and will disintegrate after only a few uses.

Therefore, the most suitable weapon for foundation-building monks is spiritual weapons.

“Then there’s the storage bag that I love to see.”

With sharp eyes, Yu Xian saw the storage bag that the old man kept close to his body. It was a crescent-white storage bag that looked exquisite and compact, almost like a purse.

It looked much more advanced than the dusty, sack-like storage bag on his hand.

The old man was dead, and the remaining consciousness in the storage bag was very weak. Yu Xian only refined it twice, and the storage bag opened the door to him.

The storage bag has about twelve square meters of space. The value of the storage bag alone is worth a high-grade magic weapon, which may be more expensive.

Yu Xian said that a country bumpkin like him was really ignorant.

The largest storage bag he had seen in Fangshi before had only five square meters of space and was worth a hundred spirit stones. It was already an incredible luxury item in his eyes.

The storage bag has a lot of space, but not many things, making it look empty.

Yu Xian swept his hand.

All the contents of the storage bag were poured out.

The first thing that catches the eye is a large clothes rack, with more than a dozen sets of robes hanging on it. The colors are relatively light, mainly gray, white and green.

Although they are the top-quality fabrics in the mortal world, they are of no value to Yu Xian, and he even wants to complain about how this old man is so ugly.

Then there are two sandalwood boxes, square and square, looking quite gorgeous and solemn.

Yu Xian rubbed his hands, looking forward to opening them.

"The heavens and the earth are spirited, I wish you good luck!"

Snapped!

The sandalwood box is opened.

There was a curl of cold air rising up, and a huge wolf head frozen in the ice stared ferociously outside.

Even though the wolf head is dead, he still exudes the aura of a strong man.

This is at least a second-level monster, equivalent to a foundation-building monk.

Yu Xian: "..."

He opened the remaining box with a look of despair on his face.

Sure enough, it was still a frozen head.

It's just human.

"What the hell are you collecting?"

Yu Xian's mentality was a little depressed.

Apart from these big items, the rest are just bits and pieces.

For example, two blue spiritual stones.

"No, you, a dignified foundation-building monk, only have two spiritual stones. Isn't it too simple?"

Little did Yu Xian know that the old man had made clear arrangements for his funeral before he came to the mortal world, and most of the spiritual stone treasures were distributed to his descendants.

In addition, in order to help Jiang Xuanwu refine the flesh and blood container and arrange the palace formation, the spiritual stones he brought were almost exhausted.

"Eh, isn't that right?"

Yu Xian twirled the blue spirit stone, which was as clear as a sapphire.

"Could it be that this is the legendary middle-grade spiritual stone, which will help the foundation-building monks to a certain extent."

"A middle-grade spiritual stone is worth a hundred low-grade spiritual stones. There are two here, which means two hundred spiritual stones."

"Although it still doesn't match your worth, compared to the useless clothes and head, it's pretty good."

Next is a jade bottle with a long neck and a round belly, about thirty centimeters high.

Yu Xian pulled out the stopper and poured it into his hand. It was a blood-colored elixir the size of a peanut. When he put it between his nose, he could smell a sweet smell.

There are at least thirty-four pills in the bottle.

Yu Xian couldn't help but swallow his saliva and wanted to swallow it.

"No, it's best not to take medicine you don't know randomly. Try it on a guinea pig first."

Then there is a green jade slip, a white jade slip, and a red wolf head jade plaque.

"Let me see what good thing it is?"

Yu Xian looked out with anticipation, and the contents of the blue jade slip quickly appeared in his mind.

Not long.

Yu Xian withdrew from the jade slip with a constipated look on his face.

"Diary! It's a diary again!"

"I want the exercises! I want the secret books!"

This jade slip is full of the old man's memoirs.

Since his first visit to Yue about twenty years ago, he has recorded about a hundred diaries scattered here and there.

Because he often fell into deep sleep, even in his diary, it took him several months to write an entry.

Of course, diaries are not completely useless.

Yu Xian finally understood why there was nothing in the old man's storage bag. It turned out that all his good things were left behind in his own clan.

Moreover, the old man was already at an age where he was waiting to die, and his cultivation had been abandoned. How could he bring any secrets of the exercises with him?

"It can't be that this is still a diary."

Yu Xian's consciousness once again probed into the white jade slip.

Another moment.

"The secret technique of growing demons, experimental notes?"

It turns out that what was recorded in the white jade slip was an experimental record called the secret technique of cultivating demons.

The secret technique of cultivating monsters is to implant the blood of monsters into ordinary people, so that ordinary people can gain powerful power in a short period of time.

For example, the tiger leopard pill is a by-product of the secret technique of breeding monsters. If ordinary people take too much, they will easily lose their minds and be driven into idiots by the will of the monster inside.

There is also the Black Wolf Guard, which is also a product of the demon secret technique. The blood pill in the jade bottle is the demon blood pill specially given to the Black Wolf Guard.

They are all pastimes for old people when they are bored.

"It's a pity that it's useless to me, and it can only transplant the blood of a first-order monster beast, which is almost useless."

"This, on the other hand, is more valuable to me."

Yu Xian held the wolf head jade token, and then input mana into it. He saw a flash of light on the jade token, as if a mysterious message was being sent out.

This jade token is a kind of blood contract certificate, specially used to contract monsters. The silver wolf that had shown its appearance in the palace before was controlled by this jade token.

The jade plaque is not broken, which means that Silver Wolf is still alive.

If Yu Xian sends a message, Silver Wolf will follow the induction and find him.

"Okay, the first treasure chest is opened."

"In summary, a broken black iron armor, two medium-grade spiritual stones, a diary, a notebook, some demon blood pills, a demon beast (to be returned), and a pile of tattered clothes."

As soon as Yu Xian's thought came to mind, the soil flew up on the ground, and soon a big pit was dug, and the old man's body was successfully buried.

"Now I will bury you. Whether you bring these things alive or not, or take them away after death, they will be regarded as my reward. You can go in peace."

Yu Xian waved his hand and all the old man's clothes fell into the pit.

Then he flicked his finger and a fireball fell.

The old man's body and clothes caught fire in an instant and burned for less than half an hour before turning into ashes.

As expected of physical training, he has a strong physique.

If it falls into the hands of a monk who manipulates corpses, it may be possible to refine it and turn it into a powerful weapon, which may fetch a good price.

However, since Yu Xian had no enmity with him, he would not destroy his body.