Chapter 3895 A Broken Box

Only after we delivered Zhang Qing'an to Xue's pharmacy did our minds finally settle down.

The main thing is that Xue Xiaoqi can cure him, but we don't know when he will wake up. We will definitely have to stay at Xue's pharmacy for a few more days.

Although I didn't make much money from dealing with the remnants of the Blood Spirit Cult, it's better than nothing. I feel that the stuff I got is worth at least a small fortune.

Also, using the power of the Black Demon God this time has given me peace of mind. This thing can't be used too often, or it will become very difficult to control later on.

I was lucky this time; that patriarch helped me suppress the aura of the Black Demon God.

Next time, you won't be so lucky.

After getting Xue Xiaoqi's medicine, everyone could only wait for Xue Xiaoqi to treat Zhang Qing'an. Since I had nothing else to do, I took out the photos I took in that cave to study.

Unfortunately, I know very little about this kind of thing, and I regret that I didn't learn more from that old man Li.

I looked at it over and over again, but I still couldn't figure out what this thing was.

It looks like scribbles, and it's making me really anxious.

It seems the only option is to show this photo to Master Ba for a closer look; I'm sure he'll be fine.

After handing Zhang Qing'an over to Xue Xiaoqi, we haven't had a proper rest these past few days, and we've all gone to find places to sleep.

I slept until it was dark before I got up to find Xue Xiaoqi and ask about Zhang Qingan's situation.

When they found Xue Xiaoqi, he was covered in blood and looked extremely exhausted.

Upon asking, it was learned that Xue Xiaoqi had been busy all day treating Zhang Qing'an, repairing his damaged meridians and reconnecting them.

Zhang Qing'an's condition has now stabilized; he is alive and there is no problem with him, and it has not caused any major damage to his cultivation.

Honestly, without Xue's Pharmacy, we would all be dead many times over.

Xue Family Pharmacy is our strongest support and our bottom line.

Although Zhang Qing'an's condition stabilized, he did not wake up that day. It wasn't until three days later that Zhang Qing'an regained consciousness.

A group of us surrounded Zhang Qing'an, asking him about his well-being.

Zhang Qing'an looked very weak, but the first thing he asked us when he woke up was how much profit we had made this time and how much he would get.

Sigh, I'm speechless. After hanging out with us for a few years, Comrade Zhang has become less innocent. I still prefer the feeling of him before I took his pants off. He was so upright and honest, and treated money like dirt.

Zhang Qing'an was somewhat unhappy when he learned that we hadn't made much money this time.

They said that since he was so badly injured this time, he had to get a bigger share, otherwise he would suffer a huge loss.

Everyone had no objection to this; we couldn't let Comrade Zhang suffer both bloodshed and tears.

After staying at Xue's pharmacy for about a week, Zhang Qing'an was able to get out of bed and walk around, and he still needed to drink the Ten-Ingredient Tonic Soup every day.

Once we were able to move around again, we took Zhang Qing'an and left Xue Family Pharmacy, returning to Yanbei.

As soon as I got back to the courtyard house, I found Sister Hua and took the three large boxes that I had taken from the Blood Spirit Cult's lair out of the Dragon Tiger Mirror, asking her to help us see how much they could sell for.

Sister Hua only glanced at it briefly, showing no interest in the box of gold and antiques.

When she saw the large box filled with ancient books, her eyes lit up.

She picked up the ancient books from the box and carefully examined them one by one, remaining silent for a long time.

The slovenly Taoist priest grew impatient and asked, "Sister Hua, how much can this box of tattered books fetch? If it can't be sold, just keep it at home to use for cooking."

One sentence brought Sister Hua back to her senses. She put down the book in her hand and said with a serious face, "Of all the things you brought, this box of books is the most valuable. These books record the cultivation methods of some evil cultivators. If you sell them to those evil cultivators, I'm sure many people will offer a high price."

“Then this can’t be sold. Wouldn’t selling it harm people?” Brother Gu, being the most upright, immediately stepped forward and said.

“Some people practice evil arts, but they don’t necessarily have to harm others. Didn’t Xiao Jie practice a lot of evil arts? I know many evil cultivators who are very powerful, but they never harm anyone,” Sister Hua said solemnly.

I immediately rolled my eyes, thinking to myself, why does everything have to involve me? I'm practically becoming a typical example of a heretical practitioner.

"Sister Hua, tell us how much it can sell for, so we have a better idea of ​​what it's worth," the disheveled Taoist priest said impatiently.

"At least two small goals. As for that box of gold and antiques, it's only worth about seventy or eighty million," Sister Hua replied.

We originally thought that all this junk would only fetch a small profit, but we didn't expect to make an unexpected profit.

Everyone was overjoyed.

I was still a little worried, so I said, "Sister Hua, you must be careful when you sell these books. Don't sell them to those guys who practice evil magic and harm people. Otherwise, we might have to deal with them ourselves, which would just be asking for trouble." I said with a smile.

"Don't worry about that. Everything we sell from Wanluo Sect is labeled. If the other party commits a crime, we will report it to the Special Investigation Team first."

I squatted down and started rummaging through the box, mainly to see if there was any cultivation method I could use.

Sister Hua seemed to see through my thoughts and said with a smile, "Little Jie, you don't need to look. These cultivation methods are not worth mentioning compared to your Blood Refining Orb. None of them are suitable for you. You are the biggest evil cultivator."

After what Sister Hua said, I was speechless, yet unable to refute it.

Just then, a dark shadow flew towards us and landed directly on my shoulder.

"Oh my, those rascals are back. What good stuff have they gotten their hands on this time? Let Eighth Master take a look."

As Eighth Master spoke, he noticed the box of books, swooped down, flapped his wings, and immediately said listlessly, "A box of junk, take it away, take it away..."

Even Sister Hua thought these things were useless to me, so Eighth Master naturally wouldn't take them seriously either.

As soon as I saw Eighth Master arrive, I immediately remembered the photos I took from the Blood Spirit Cult remnants' lair. I quickly took out my phone and said to Eighth Master, "Eighth Master, I have something good here. Can you help me see what it is?"

As I spoke, I handed the footage captured on my phone to Eighth Master to see.

Eighth Master's eyes lit up immediately after just one glance. He stared intently at the photo I had taken, shaking his head and looking at it closely. After a while, he looked at me with surprise and asked, "Kid, where did you take this?"