I attained immortality through meditation in the Great Qian Dynasty.

Zhao Zian shook his head.

"There's still something to do in town."

Wang Jingtian took a step forward.

"Brother Zhao, I, Wang Jingtian, will never forget your great kindness! You not only saved my father's life, but also helped my Wang family eliminate a major threat and restore our almost completely disgraced reputation! If I do not repay this kindness, I, Wang Jingtian, will not be able to eat or sleep in peace!"

"Brother Zhao, please don't refuse yet!"

"Ordinary gold and silver treasures are certainly not worthy of Brother Zhao's attention. My Wang family is willing to treat you with the utmost sincerity!"

"Brother Zhao, please come with me!"

After he finished speaking, he made a gesture of invitation.

Zhao Zian found it somewhat amusing.

"Since you are so kind, Brother Wang, I will accept your hospitality."

Wang Jingtian breathed a sigh of relief when he agreed.

"Brother Zhao, this way please!"

He personally led the way.

The two stopped in front of the tower.

Wang Jingtian pointed to the tower and introduced it to Zhao Zian.

"Brother Zhao, this is the treasure pavilion of my Wang family, named the Star-Gazing Pavilion."

"Since the Wang family's ancestors established themselves here five hundred years ago, all the rare treasures and martial arts manuals collected by their ancestors over the generations are here."

The massive bronze gate opened inwards.

The space inside is much larger than it appears from the outside.

A circular hall surrounded by towering wooden frames.

Wang Jingtian turned to the side.

"Brother Zhao, this pavilion has three floors. The first floor houses spiritual herbs that are over a hundred years old, rare minerals, and some Yellow-rank and Profound-rank cultivation techniques and martial arts skills."

"My Wang family has received a great favor from you, and we have no way to repay it. Today, all the treasures in this pavilion, whether it be a medicinal herb, a book, or a magical artifact, are yours to choose from, Brother Zhao. I, Wang Jingtian, will not hesitate to do so!"

Zhao Zian went inside.

On the towering wooden frame.

On the left, rows of jade boxes and wooden boxes are neatly stacked.

On the right, there are swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks.

Directly in front of you are rows of bookshelves.

Wang Jingtian followed beside Zhao Zian.

"Brother Zhao, look this way."

"This is a three-hundred-year-old Ice Soul Ginseng. Martial artists who consume it regularly can temper their meridians and resist inner demons. It was obtained by chance from the far north ice plains by my Wang family ancestor; its value is immeasurable!"

Zhao Zian glanced at it.

The so-called three-hundred-year-old Ice Soul Ginseng has mixed spiritual energy, and its medicinal properties are at most one hundred and fifty years old.

Moreover, the roots have already shown signs of withering and decay, which is obviously due to improper storage and serious loss of medicinal efficacy.

Seeing that Zhao Zian's reaction was lukewarm, Wang Jingtian simply assumed that it was because he had high standards.

"Brother Zhao, take another look at this sword!"

"This sword is named Crimson Serpent. It is made from the essence of red copper from the heart of a volcano and was forged by a master over three years. It is imbued with fire poison; even an ordinary Xuan-level expert would be instantly reduced to pus upon being struck by its blade!"

Wang Jingtian handed the sword over.

Zhao Zian only glanced at it once.

"A fine sword."

In his opinion, the material of this sword was acceptable, but the forging technique was crude and the sword lacked spiritual energy.

Wang Jingtian's smile looked a little stiff.

He doesn't even look down on high-grade Xuan-level spiritual artifacts?

He didn't believe in superstitions and picked up another thread-bound ancient book.

"Brother Zhao, this 'Raging Waves Technique' is a high-grade Xuan-level cultivation method! When cultivated to its peak, a single palm strike unleashes true energy like a raging torrent, continuous and boundless in power! Three elders of my Wang family are renowned throughout the region because of this technique!"

Zhao Zian didn't even bother to take the manual.

This technique is riddled with flaws, its energy flow path is convoluted and circuitous, and it forcibly pursues power.

"good."

"Owner."

The little fox's voice echoed in Zhao Zi'an's mind.

"Although the things here are all junk, they're still treasures to ordinary people. Your dismissive attitude is really hurting their pride, isn't it?"

Zhao Zian responded with his divine sense.

"Am I supposed to yell at a pile of garbage and act like I've never seen anything like it before?"

"Tch, hypocrite."

The little fox made a disdainful remark.

"Huh? Wait a minute..."

"Go to the left, yes, over there, in the corner at the very bottom of the shelf."

Zhao Zian walked in the direction the little fox had indicated.

Wang Jingtian was confused.

That corner... is where discarded items are stored.

Zhao Zian squatted down and rummaged through the broken wooden box and rusty ironware.

"Further down, it was covered by that broken jar. A small, dark wooden box."

The little fox was giving instructions.

Zhao Zian discovered a wooden box.

Inside the box, there lay a seed.

It was only the size of a fingernail, completely black, and withered and shriveled.

"That's it!"

The little fox's voice, however, was unusually excited.

"Quick, grab this! I smell... a very, very good scent! It's very faint, but there's no mistaking it! This thing is sleeping! Sleeping very, very soundly!"

"A sleeping seed?"

Zhao Zian had some doubts.

"This is called the ultimate simplicity, returning to the source! Everything in this entire dilapidated attic combined is worth less than a single hair of this seed! Take it quickly, before anyone finds out!"

Zhao Zian stood up, holding the wooden box.

Wang Jingtian came forward to greet him.

"Brother Zhao, you...you must be joking, right?"

"This... I don't know when this thing got in here. Maybe the servants accidentally mixed it up while cleaning."

"Brother Zhao! Look at this, the Thunderclap Palm, a mid-grade Xuan-level martial skill, renowned for its speed and power. When mastered, it produces a sound like wind and thunder! It's far superior to... far superior to that seed!"

Zhao Zian shook his head.

"No."

Wang Jingtian grew anxious.

"Brother Zhao! Listen to me!"

"I vaguely remember this seed! It seems that an elder of my Wang family brought it back from an ancient site a hundred years ago. At the time, we thought it was a treasure, so we hired the best pharmacists and array masters in the city to soak it in spiritual liquid and use arrays to accelerate its growth. We tried everything, but there was no reaction at all! It's just an inanimate object, completely worthless!"

To prove that what he said was true, he even summoned the old steward who guarded the Lanxing Pavilion.

The old steward came running over.

"Reporting to the young master, and to Mr. Zhao."

"This thing is indeed useless. It was determined to be a dead species more than a hundred years ago. Because its material is hard and cannot be destroyed, it has been left in a corner ever since..."

"Did you hear that, Brother Zhao?"

"It's a piece of junk! Replace it with something else, anything will do! That 'Thunderbolt Palm'—no, I've made the decision! You can choose any three of the three Xuan-rank techniques from the first level! How about it?"

He was already pleading.

He couldn't accept his family's highest gratitude and ended up with a piece of trash.

If this gets out, where will Wang Jingtian put his face?

Where will the Wang family put their face?

"Brother Wang."

Zhao Zian spoke up.

Thank you for your kind offer.

"Gold and silver, worldly possessions, and secret martial arts manuals are all external things to me."

"Only this one thing, when I saw it, I felt something in my heart, and I felt that I had a connection with it."

"A treasure worth a thousand pieces of gold cannot buy what the heart desires, and a destiny cannot surpass a myriad of jewels. In my eyes, its value surpasses everything else in this pavilion."

Wang Jingtian looked at Zhao Zian.

fate?

He couldn't understand it.