Back when the Leisure Sect was still around, there were indeed many Immortal Children and Daoists like this. Every sect would raise some delivery immortal cranes to avoid delaying others' cultivation with their Daoist companions.

But now, what's popular in the Mystic Sect are the Golden Cores of No Leakage from the Hu Temple, and every Mystic Sect family has their own master-disciple inheritance. I guess those Crane Temples have probably closed their doors by now."

That's indeed the case; immortals aren't being born, so Crane Temples naturally can't recruit, and even the immortal cranes have lost their jobs...

Thus, while recuperating and recovering, I chatted with Linglong about the Eight Trigrams, learned a lot of wild historical secrets from the Mystic Sect, and Huangfu Yi caught his breath, adjusted and nurtured the True Qi within his body, and climbed out from the Demon Cave.

At this moment, Huangfu Yi was wearing filthy Blood Clothes, drenched in stinky sweat, with the Purple Sun Immortal Mushroom on his back, reeking up a storm that even he couldn't stand.

But the system said not to wash it off because the stronger the stench, the easier it is to be noticed, inviting more trouble, and by eliminating these troubles, one can seize the opportunities, nourishing oneself. This is the Secret Skill of experiencing calamity, and leveling up this way is the fastest, surpassing the decades of hard cultivation others endure in seclusion.

Moreover, on the flip side, although the Purple Sun Lock Dragon Marrow isn't fully matured, it is indeed a Divinity Transformation Treasure, and the Immortal Fate Luck is simply impossible to hide. Even if you put it in a box or case, it's bound to be calculated by others, attracting even more trouble.

Since that's the case, there's no need to conceal it. Life and death are determined by fate, just directly leveling up.

Thus, in the following days, Huangfu Yi roamed freely through the mountains, slaughtering monsters and leveling up, encountering piles of chaotic demons, mountain bandits, and wild beasts blocking his path at every peak.

However, Huangfu Yi relied on the extremely powerful Third Transition Nine Transformations Mysterious Lady Refining Form Divine Skill, wielding a stick, slaughtering all the way. He was covered in blood, drying after being splashed and splashing after drying, lazily dealing with it, until flakes of dried blood covered him entirely, dyeing his body a reddish-brown.

This situation improved only after leaving the ravines and reaching the plains.

Because everything, both human and animal, had already perished.

Bleached bones exposed in the wild, thousands of miles without a rooster's crow, and so forth. Upon reaching the border of Hedong County, the scene Huangfu Yi personally witnessed was like this.

A hundred thousand soldiers of the Northern Army besieging for a hundred days, sweeping through like locusts, leaving the Lu State completely slaughtered and void of life. Along the road, scattered everywhere were the gnawed bones of corpses by wild beasts, village houses beside the road dug up three feet into the ground, burned to ashes. Within a hundred miles, no living thing could be seen; only occasionally, the cry of eagles echoed, soaring high in the air. Probably scouts from the Northern Army releasing Flying Eagle military falcons hunting carrier pigeons.

Better to be a peaceful dog than a person in chaotic times...

"Garbage."

The system, having been silent for several days, finally made noise, immediately yelling insults.

Luckily, Huangfu Yi was already quite familiar with the system's extreme minimalist style, finding saying even one more word annoying, knowing that there was lower middle Eighth Grade garbage nearby worth retrieving for reuse.

The materials for refining essence and building foundation, and most of the magic artifacts at the Golden Core Stage, in its eyes were garbage unworthy of entry rank. A few rare and precious spiritual materials of fruits and vegetables were also lower lower nine ranks of rubbish. Even when encountered directly unless Huangfu Yi specifically asked, forcing the system to evaluate, it couldn't be bothered to respond.

Only when reaching Nascent Soul Level, considered worthy of seizure and plunder by Mystic Sect Masters, Heavenly Materials Treasures, Divine Skills secret manuals, would the system proactively make a sound, evaluated as garbage, acknowledging its value for retrieval and reuse.

As for the thing on his back, something that everyone would go red-eyed upon seeing, risking their lives to compete for, a Divinity Transformation Treasure simply appraised as useless junk. Even beyond that, things with actual use, those that's destiny is predetermined, can be encountered but not sought after. Without some former wishes, karmic fruits, fortuitous encounters, protection by halos, luck blessings of strong fortune, naturally wouldn't be encountered at all.

In any case, all being said and done, garbage is indeed very strong.

"Is it here?"

Following the system guide, Huangfu Yi walked into the empty and burnt wasteland, discernibly a market town before, but after the military disaster turned into heaps of tombs, ground piled with vast quantities of human bones, arrowheads, and armor pieces, crunching underfoot.

Suddenly, a sound of wind rushed to his ears, causing Huangfu Yi to instinctively sense as if hearing a sword's cry from the nothingness, drawing him instinctively, finding a burnt-out mansion's rear courtyard with a view of a dried well.

Gazing into the well's depth, Huangfu Yi frowned instantly.

The well's bottom lay filled with stacked corpses, piles of skeletons, unclear whether people trapped below perished or slain and thrown in. The depths clogged entirely, dead bodies nearly overflowing the well's mouth, and amidst the remains were remnants of decomposed flesh, revealing countless snakes and insects wriggling among the skeletons, evidently gorged fat on human meat.

Suddenly sensing another sword's cry, and a flicker of light at the corner of his eye, Huangfu Yi fixated his gaze, noticing amidst the bones and joints, a leather bag hung from a bone fork.

The leather bag was black and white, seemingly crafted from a snake or python's skin and scales, smooth and soft, over three feet in length, with a tight opening, evidently wrapped around something within, roughly two feet long and half a finger thick, unclear how it fell into the well.

So, a sword bag...

"Hold on!"

Huangfu Yi was about to jump down and take it when stopped by the system,

"This sword is ferocious, with Sha Qi soaring to the sky. You have yet to master the True Sword Control Skill, and may not be able to wield it, fearing it might bring harm!"

Unconcerned, Huangfu Yi responded,

"Well, just teach me the Sword Control Skill then."

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