Xiuxian, I can travel to another world

Chapter 493 Hidden Mineral Veins
The sixth-grade Qi and Blood Divine Weapon danced in the air, its blazing flames suddenly gathering before slashing forward.

This cut.

He has already reached the eighth rank.

No matter what.

"when……"

A powerful force with a special rhythm struck, sending Yang Yi flying.

"Roar!"

Qian Hu growled and suddenly lunged forward.

Tiger Descending the Mountain!
He already possessed the bloodline of a tiger demon, and after practicing the fist technique for so long, he had already grasped the rudiments of the fist's essence.

With the aid of the evil spirits, their punches were fierce and chilling, and a gust of cold wind suddenly swept through the arena.

The newcomer, wielding a short stick, had just knocked Yang Yi away when he flicked his wrist and aimed at Qian Hu.

The movements were unhurried yet unavoidable.

"Peng!"

"boom……"

Qian Hu let out a mournful roar, feeling a terrifying force seeping into his bones along his fist. He was in excruciating pain all over his body and was thrown away, landing without the strength to get up.

"Ninth-grade cultivation, eighth-grade strength."

The visitor sounded surprised:

"At such a young age, your future achievements are limitless, so... we cannot let you leave alive."

"call!"

He swayed, raised the short stick high in his hand, and was about to smash it down on the two of them.

at this time.

Zhu Ju appeared nearby, looking on with surprise:
"I didn't expect there to be another expert here."

He didn't make a move, but the surge of his energy and the burst of his fighting spirit forced his opponent to stop.

continue……

will die!

The burly man's face turned solemn as he spoke in a stern voice:
"Even if I don't know any of the experts from Taiyuan Prefecture, I've heard of them. Who are you?"

"An insignificant nobody, not worth mentioning." Zhu Ju bowed.
"What is your name?"

"Yuan Tao," the man said.

"An actor."

"A court entertainer?" Zhu Ju's eyes flickered slightly, his gaze involuntarily falling on the weapon in the other person's hand:

"Drumsticks?"

"I see!"

He had been wondering what kind of weapon was shaped like a short stick, yet its front was wrapped in layers of thick cloth.

It turned out to be a drumstick.

"call……"

Yuan Tao didn't say much. He flashed to Zhu Ju's side and slammed the drumstick down like a hammer.

Zhu Ju raised his hand.

"Boom!"

The heavy force that fell was indeed that of a seventh-rank martial artist, but not particularly strong among seventh-rank martial artists.

Zhou Ruxuan, being a woman, was naturally weaker than a man, and in terms of strength, she was far superior to this person.

Just as he was about to retaliate, the drumsticks struck again.

General's Order!
Boom!
dong dong!

boom……

Zhu Ju felt as if he had become the drum being pounded by the other party, the drumsticks turning into afterimages as they crashed down wildly.

Its unique rhythm carries a mysterious power, causing the body's Qi and blood to surge.

This is……

artistic conception!

"it is good!"

Zhu Ju's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but praise:

"Your ability to integrate drum sounds into martial arts demonstrates your exceptional talent in both martial arts and musical instrument understanding."

"pity……"

"You are a beautiful woman, but you are a thief."

"boom!"

Before he finished speaking, his body suddenly trembled, his flesh writhed, and he appeared to have grown a size larger.

Giant!

force!
Sky-supporting stance!
The fist is raised, and the force is bursting forth.

The incoming drumsticks were knocked away, and amidst the rising dust, a figure was sent flying.

It was silent after landing.

…………

"Master."

Yang Yi, supporting the aching Qian Hu, pointed forward:
"This must be the warehouse of the counterfeit store."

"Ah."

Zhu Ju nodded, walked to the warehouse door, grabbed the lock and yanked it off. He then pushed the door open and went inside.

Piles of goods filled the entire warehouse.

Processed animal hides and bones, various herbs, and storable grains...

Most of these items are not worth much money, but once the quantity is large enough, they can become quite valuable.

Such as tiger skin, deer antlers, etc.

Those dozen or so tiger skins and dozens of deer antlers piled up like a mountain, worth at least several thousand taels of silver.

I wonder how long it took this bandit group to accumulate so much wealth; now it's all benefiting outsiders.

"what?"

Zhu Ju bent down, picked up a piece of ore from the ground, his eyes flashed, and his expression changed slightly:

"Gold obsidian!"

"Master."

Yang Yi asked, puzzled:
"what is this?"

"A relatively rare ore, mostly formed from the remains of powerful creatures buried underground after their death. It can be used to forge divine weapons of qi and blood." Zhu Ju looked down at the ground.
"Look around, we should be able to find a mine."

"Yes."

Yang Yi nodded.

The three of them split up to search, and sure enough, they found an inconspicuous mine in the backyard.

Zhu Ju went downstairs for a walk.

After they came out, they moved a large rock to block the mine shaft and then told the two men not to tell anyone.

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The once-popular mountain stronghold has been turned into a bloodbath.

Juyi Hall.

Zhu Juduan sat in the center.

Zhou Ruxuan, her face flushed, sat to one side, listening to her subordinates report on the harvest from the mountain stronghold.

"More than 13,000 taels of silver."

"Nine land deeds, covering 600 mu of farmland outside the city, of which 300 mu are all excellent paddy fields."

"Twenty-one swords, fifty-seven sabers, and over two hundred spears..."

"Cloth, calligraphy, and other items..."

"A rough estimate puts its value at no less than 100,000 taels!"

The subordinate reporting was excited, his wrists trembling uncontrollably, but Zhou Ruxuan remained expressionless.

Her dividends from the Zhu family cloth workshop and the profits from the mines outside the city amounted to 100,000 taels a year.

Seems like a lot.

In reality, it is only worth ten Yuan Crystals.

The higher one's cultivation level, the less useful ordinary people's money becomes.

"Master."

At this time.

Zhang, the head nurse, rushed over and bowed in response:

“We rescued more than 20 people from the mountain stronghold’s dungeon, one of whom was a seventh-rank monk.”

"Oh!" Zhu Ju became interested:
"welcome!"

While seventh-rank martial artists are common, seventh-rank mages are quite rare. Mages rely too heavily on external aids in their cultivation, and usually only forces like the Three Rivers Gang can cultivate a seventh-rank mage.

Not long after.

The two men carried a stretcher into the Hall of Gathering Righteousness.

An elderly man lay on a stretcher, barely breathing; his withered skin was clearly severely dehydrated.

"Ah……"

Zhou Ruxuan chuckled upon seeing this:
"You actually brought them here as I asked you to? They should at least be able to talk."

"never mind."

"Take him away first, and we'll see each other again once he's recovered enough."

"Brother Zhu."

She turned her head to look and said:
"It seems this person is the real gain. A seventh-grade mage is worth more than a hundred yuan crystals."

"Hmm..." Zhu Ju withdrew his gaze from the unconscious mage and nodded gently:

"good."

“The resources required to train a seventh-grade mage are countless. The key is the inheritance he carries, which is the real treasure.”

Ming Nianwei nodded repeatedly.

As a Dharma Master, she understood better than anyone else what a seventh-rank Dharma Master represented.

inherited!

The other party is very likely to possess a top-tier inheritance.

Unlike martial artists.

There is no threshold for the sixth rank for a mage; as long as one has a top-tier lineage, one can cultivate to the fourth rank.

"Come."

Zhu Ju spoke:
"The news of the annihilation of the Sky Eagle Bandits won't reach us anytime soon. Come with me to the backyard."

"Look at something."

"Oh!" Zhou Ruxuan exclaimed with curiosity.
"Have you found anything interesting?"

(End of this chapter)