Chapter 39 Taking stock of the gifts of the ancient sunken whale

Several people took out their storage bags, and the contents poured out of the storage bags with a bang.

There was a lot of stuff piled up in Qian Ji House.

"This...this is too much." Henry Zhang couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

He walked over and took stock of them carefully.

Obviously, the things spit out by the ancient sunken whale have gone through a long time.

Each piece is a bit blackened or even damaged.

However, when Henry Zhang took stock carefully, his face showed a look of joy.

There are dozens of magical artifacts here, but unfortunately most of them have become broken due to too much time.

"This...is this a spiritual weapon?!" Henry Zhang was shocked.

Even the foundation-building ancestor may not have a spiritual weapon in hand, but the ancient Shen Whale actually sent such a precious thing.

And there are a total of three spiritual weapons on the ground.

"Unfortunately, the spiritual weapon is also broken." Henry Zhang sighed.

Of course, even if the spiritual weapon is broken, it can still exert some of its power.

Moreover, the materials for refining spiritual weapons are all second-level spiritual materials, which are extremely precious. Just selling them as second-level spiritual materials can be worth a lot of money.

Henry Zhang took inventory one by one.

There are nearly thirty magical instruments, and basically all of them are broken.

He distributed these magical weapons to everyone.

Everyone in the dung-picking team was extremely happy.

In Temple Street, they were so poor that they would not have any magical weapons with them.

Although these magic weapons are more or less lacking, they are magic weapons after all, and they are already very good for them.

There are three broken spiritual weapons, including the Immortal Suppressing Monument, the Six-edged Sword Pill, and the Two-Winged Flying Boat.

Henry Zhang put away these three precious spiritual weapons himself.

The dung-picking team had no objections to this allocation.

Without the temple master, they would have perished long ago, let alone these gains.

Henry Zhang continued to take stock.

There are many elixirs in this pile, and many of them are second-level elixirs.

Unfortunately, these elixirs have actually lost their spirituality over time.

Every time he picked up a useless medicine, he would shake his head with pity.

"What a pity, what a pity..." Henry Zhang sighed.

None of these elixirs work.

Henry Zhang threw these rotten elixirs aside.

However, he was surprised to find a seed of elixir.

"What kind of elixir seed is this? It can still be preserved intact after such a long time. I don't know if it can survive."

He directly collected the dried elixir seed into the meditation space.

Plant in a square and fertilize.

"Whether you can survive or not depends on fate." Henry Zhang thought to himself.

There are also many spiritual mines.

These spiritual minerals are important materials for casting magic weapons. Even if they are sold individually, they can be exchanged for a lot of spiritual stones.

Henry Zhang directly distributed these first-level spiritual mines to everyone.

"Thank you, temple owner!"

Everyone's faces were filled with joy after getting these first-order spiritual mines.

Spirit mines, like spirit stones, are hard currency in Fairy Cat Valley.

Now everyone can get seven or eight pieces of spiritual minerals, which is also a huge amount of income.

In addition to the first-level spiritual minerals, there are also three black second-level spiritual minerals inside.

Based on his own knowledge, Henry Zhang did not know the names of the three second-level spiritual mines.

However, judging from the restrained aura of these three spiritual minerals, and their extremely strong strength, they are definitely not ordinary.

Henry Zhang directly put away the three spirit mines.

To Henry Zhang's amazement, there were many scattered spiritual stones in this pile.

If you pick out these spiritual stones, there are hundreds of them.

Henry Zhang was not stingy and rewarded everyone with these hundreds of spiritual stones.

However, there are eight purple spiritual stones among them, which are completely different from ordinary spiritual stones, and the spiritual energy they emit is more intense.

"This...this is a middle-grade spiritual stone!"

Henry Zhang was overjoyed.

Medium-grade spiritual stones have never appeared in Jiuhufang of Immortal Cat Valley, and they may only appear occasionally in some auctions in the inner ring.

I didn't expect to get eight middle-grade spiritual stones here.

With a smile on his face, he put these eight middle-grade spiritual stones into his storage bag.

What he was most concerned about was whether there were bones with the blood of wild beasts in this pile of things.

But after searching for a long time, there were no bones of any monster inside.

Henry Zhang directly rewarded some tattered things to the members of the dung-picking team.

Henry Zhang didn't like these things, but the people in the dung-picking team felt like they had found a treasure one by one.

There isn't much left.

Only an ice corpse and a box made of ancient mysterious jade were left.

Both of these are extraordinary, and Henry Zhang stayed until the end.

Inside the ice corpse is an old man in the foundation-building stage, frozen in a piece of cold marrow, probably for thousands of years.

"Why did this old man's body appear here?" Henry Zhang looked at the body in the ice marrow and was quite puzzled.

"Temple Master, why not melt the cold marrow and see if there is anything on him that can prove his identity." Zhang Dawu said.

Henry Zhang nodded and said: "That's fine."

His spiritual power was running, and the pure Yang holy fire burned directly on the cold marrow.

The cold marrow slowly melts.

Finally the old man's clear face appeared.

I saw the old man holding a jade slip in his hand.

Henry Zhang took out the jade slip and injected spiritual power into it, and a shadow of an old man suddenly appeared in the jade slip.

Everyone was shocked. They didn't expect that this old man in the foundation building stage had such magical powers and could seal the phantom in the jade slip.

The old man's shadow appeared, and he looked forward with empty eyes and said: "This fellow Taoist, I would like to thank you for being able to salvage the little old man's body. I am the 18th generation patriarch of the Zhang Family of Immortal Cat Valley... "

When everyone heard this, the pot exploded with a "boom".

"The eighteenth generation patriarch of Zhangjiaji? He is Zhang Xing, whose cultivation reached the peak of foundation building a thousand years ago."

"Zhang Xing? We grew up listening to the legend of this clan elder."

"This is the most talented elder of our Zhang family. He reached the fifth level of Qi training at the age of 10 and established the foundation at the age of 20..."

"When the Eighteenth Generation was 150 years old, he felt that his end was coming, so he left the Immortal Cat Valley and wanted to go through the Black Forest to pursue the road to immortality. Unexpectedly, he died here."

Bit by bit, everyone pieced together the life story of this eighteenth generation clan elder.

"The little old man was chased by dozens of second-level barrier beasts and killed five of them. He was also seriously injured and had no choice but to escape into the confusing black swamp." The old man's shadow continued.

Everyone was shocked when they heard it.

Even if he was chased by more than a dozen second-level barrier beasts, he could still kill five of them.

What a powerful strength this is.

An average foundation-building expert can only deal with a second-level barrier beast.

"The little old man was stuck deep in the mud of Blackpool. His spiritual energy protected him from being wrapped in the mud of Blackpool. However, one month later, his spiritual energy gradually ran out. His body had sunk thousands of feet under the mud of Blackpool. Since then, Knowing that he could not survive, he wrapped his body with ice marrow and left his last words on a jade slip."

Everyone felt sad again after hearing this.

They know all too well the dangers in the Blackpool Mud.

Unexpectedly, this legendary figure in the Zhang family tree could persist in the mud of Blackpool for a month. What a will to survive.

"What joy is there in life, and what fear is there in death?" The old man Xuying chuckled and continued, "It's a pity that the three sword-killing moves that the young man learned in front of the sword wall cannot be passed down to future generations. It's a pity and a tragedy..."

Hearing this, the people in the dung-picking team were already crying.

Thousands of years ago, the ancestor Zhang Xing's talent in swordsmanship was unparalleled throughout the ages.

It is a pity that the Zhang family's children are all mediocre in intelligence, and no one can inherit the mantle.

Unexpectedly, this incident would become a lifelong regret for this ancestor from thousands of years ago, so much so that he never forgot it in his suicide note.

"This life is over. The little old man only hopes that the withered bones can return to the Fairy Cat Valley. The Wuyou Sword in his hand will accompany me to fight for a lifetime, so he gave it to the Taoist friend as a reward. As for the remaining wealth in the storage bag, the Taoist friend can see it. You can also take it and use it. Please give some of your swordsmanship experience to me, Zhang Xing’s disciples, for understanding. I have already thought about it and it is Zhang Xing’s final work.”

Zhang Xing's shadow disappeared.