Just as the old patriarch forced me to my death, I achieved the unity of Dao and fruition.

Chapter 10 Such treasures should belong to this old ancestor!

The moment the fiery sword light descended, Lu Huaizhen didn't even have time to let out a scream.

It's not that he didn't want to call out.

I can't call it out.

That strike was too fast and too ruthless.

Gu Changjin did not test the waters, did not hold back, and had no intention of striking first to see the opponent's hand.

joke.

Is someone who seems to be the chosen one even given the chance to reveal their true colors?

Is someone out of their mind?

With this sword strike, he directly used the full power of a late-stage Golden Core sword cultivator.

He even forcibly activated his sword intent, sacrificing some of the lifespan he had just recovered.

The result was quite simple.

This sword strike was almost equivalent to a strike from a Nascent Soul sword cultivator.

The firelight subsided, and the mountains and forests fell silent.

Lu Huaizhen's protective aura had just begun to flare up when it was torn to shreds in the next instant.

Several talismans on his body exploded at the same time.

A jade pendant flew out, and a small shield rose up.

There was also a faint blue light, as if trying to move his body away.

But it's no use.

It's all useless.

The fiery sword light was like a calamity descending from the sky, engulfing everything in its path.

Lu Huaizhen's body stiffened for a moment in mid-air.

His eyes still held a lingering sense of fear, confusion, and disbelief.

Then his entire body turned to ashes.

Not even a drop of blood was left.

Gu Changjin hid in the shadows and waited quietly for a few moments.

There was no reversal.

No remnant soul escaped.

No old man jumped out and roared, "Who are you?"

There are no substitute puppets, reincarnation marks, or divine protection.

All that remained in the mountains and forests was a charred black.

Gu Changjin then emerged from the darkness.

He looked at the spot where Lu Huaizhen had disappeared, and raised an eyebrow slightly.

"It seems I was overthinking things."

What do you mean by "the chosen one of destiny cannot be killed easily"?

Why must you first reduce your luck?

What kind of villain can't kill the protagonist?

Those are all based on global rules.

Faced with absolute power, what can Lu Huaizhen, a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator, possibly do, even if he has some skills?

If a Nascent Soul level cultivator were to unleash a single sword strike, their life would be over; what future could they possibly have to offer?

Moreover.

No matter how powerful you are, can you surpass the Dao Fruit of this old ancestor?

Gu Changjin chuckled softly and walked to the scorched ground.

Lu Huaizhen's storage bag is gone.

The flying sword is gone.

His clothes, talismans, and magical artifacts were almost all destroyed.

This is normal.

Gu Changjin had no intention of leaving a complete corpse, let alone protecting the spoils of war.

But on the ground, there were still two things that weren't broken.

The tokens were also crimson red.

Red Jade Order.

The other item was a dusty little pot.

The small pot, only the size of a thumb, fell into the scorched black mud without even the slightest crack.

Gu Changjin's eyes lit up.

nice one.

What could possibly remain after being struck by my sword be an ordinary thing?

Without a second thought, he raised his hand and rolled it up.

The Crimson Jade Token and the Small Pot fell into his palm at the same time.

The Crimson Jade Token was warm to the touch, and the fluctuations of the secret realm within it were still present.

The small pot remained silent.

It was dusty and looked similar to the little contraptions used to hold cheap liquor at ordinary tea stalls.

But the more this was the case, the more interesting Gu Changjin found it.

Treasures are best kept hidden.

He understands... that's the usual routine.

After putting away the two items, Gu Changjin did not leave immediately.

He first circled around in place to make sure there were no lingering thoughts or remnants of Lu Huaizhen's soul before nodding in satisfaction.

Then, he raised his hand and struck again with his sword.

boom!

The scorched ground was blasted open again.

Fire-type sword energy exploded all around, leaving extremely obvious scorching marks.

Gu Changjin thought for a moment and then delivered two more sword strikes.

boom!

The mountains and forests trembled.

Several deep craters were blasted into the ground.

After doing all this, he deliberately activated the "Jinyang Sword Scripture" to leave the aura of a fire-attribute sword cultivator nearby.

The Crimson Cloud Sect is also known for its fire-based techniques.

Of course, upon closer inspection, they are definitely not exactly the same.

But it's okay.

Who would look closely?

Lu Huaizhen killed the sect leader's personal disciple of the Crimson Cloud Sect and seized the Crimson Jade Token.

Now he's dead here, and the scene is filled with fire-type sword energy.

That makes perfect sense.

Gu Changjin even thoughtfully left a few strands of violent sword intent nearby.

It's not for the purpose of making things clear to others.

It's to make people who come to see it afraid to look too closely.

If you lack the skill, trying to grasp the essence of swordsmanship will only harm your eyes and mind.

They'll fill in the blanks themselves when the time comes.

The Crimson Cloud Sect secretly dispatched powerful individuals to intercept and kill Lu Huaizhen.

Enraged, he sought revenge.

It all makes sense.

Gu Changjin looked at his arrangement and became more and more satisfied.

"good."

"That seems plausible."

With a flick of his sleeve, he vanished silently into the night.

When he returned to his cave at Lingdao Peak, the entire sect remained quiet.

Nobody knew that he had just gone out and killed a guy who seemed to be the chosen one.

The stone door to the secret chamber closed, and layers of array lights illuminated.

Gu Changjin sat on the futon and then took out his spoils for the night.

Place the red jade token on the left and the small pot on the right.

He first picked up the Crimson Jade Token.

I have some recollection of this thing from the original owner's memories.

In the Western Wilderness, ancient relics emerge every few hundred years.

The most famous of these is the Crimson Abyss Secret Realm, which will open in ten years.

Legend has it that the Crimson Abyss Secret Realm was once a fragment of a grotto-heaven belonging to a Nascent Soul cultivator.

It contains ancient pills, spiritual herbs, magical treasures, and traces of inheritance left by a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Of course, it's also very dangerous.

Even those who enter with the Golden Core technique may not come out alive.

But when it comes to cultivating immortality, where is there any path without risk?

The Crimson Jade Token is one of the credentials for entering the Crimson Abyss Secret Realm.

There aren't many of them in the entire Western Wilderness.

No wonder Lu Huaizhen killed someone to seize the order.

If it were Gu Changjin, he would also be extremely envious of such a thing!

"Crimson Abyss Secret Realm".

"Ten years later."

Gu Changjin carefully put away the Crimson Jade Token.

There's no rush.

Ten years may sound like a long time, but for him now, it's a long time he can afford to wait.

After all, lifespan has only increased by three hundred years.

It used to be a three-month countdown, now it starts at three hundred years.

The mindset is different now.

Then, his gaze fell on the small teapot.

Gu Changjin stared at it for a long time.

"no."

"You really are a teapot, huh?"

He had just made a guess.

I've thought of everything: little green bottle, little blue pot, little black jar.

As it turned out, a small pot really did fall from Lu Huaizhen's person.

This is quite subtle.

Gu Changjin picked up the small pot and examined it from all angles.

The spout of the kettle is very small.

It was pitch black inside.

There was no response from the spirit.

There was no celestial music to linger in my ears.

There was no ancient being calling him "the newcomer" in a hoarse voice.

Gu Changjin frowned.

"Could it be Aladdin's lamp?"

He tried to infuse it with spiritual energy.

The small pot didn't react.

Try dripping blood.

The small pot absorbed the blood, but there was still no reaction.

Try to probe with your divine sense.

It felt like entering a vast, empty space filled with gray mist, where one couldn't touch anything.

Gu Changjin wasn't in a hurry.

It's normal for a treasure to have a bit of a temper.

He then took out a low-grade spirit stone and casually tossed it into the spout of the pot.

Although the spout of the pot was extremely small, the spirit stone seemed to be swallowed up by some kind of space the moment it fell in.

The small pot trembled slightly.

A moment later, a drop of blue liquid appeared at the bottom of the pot.

Gu Changjin's eyes lit up.

"There's a chance."

He took out an ordinary spiritual herb and poured the drop of green liquid onto it.

The herb trembled slightly.

The leaves unfurled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The year has increased.

not much.

But it did increase.

Gu Changjin tried a few more times.

Low-grade spirit stones.

Mid-grade spirit stone.

Top-grade spirit stone.

The higher the grade of the spirit stone, the more green liquid it produces, and the stronger its ripening effect.

Moreover, this green liquid can not only accelerate the ripening of spiritual herbs, but also enhance the spirituality of some plants.

Gu Changjin finally figured it out.

This small pot is a treasure made by refining spirit stones to produce a ripening liquid.

nice one.

This is really good stuff.

Such a thing wouldn't be of much use in the hands of a Foundation Establishment cultivator like Lu Huaizhen.

poor.

no way.

Even a single spirit stone must be broken open.

It's okay to accelerate the ripening of low-grade spiritual herbs, but if you really want to accelerate the ripening of high-grade spiritual herbs, you can squeeze them dry.

But it's a different story when it falls into Gu Changjin's hands.

He is a Golden Core Elder.

I just squeezed a sum of money from the sect.

They also raided the Gu family's warehouse.

While the resources at hand may not be inexhaustible, they are certainly abundant for the short term.

Without hesitation, Gu Changjin took out over a hundred top-grade spirit stones from his storage ring.

Each one is crystal clear, its spiritual energy so dense it almost turns into mist.

"eat."

He casually tossed it aside.

Hundreds of top-grade spirit stones fell into the small pot.

The small pot, about the size of a thumb, was like a bottomless pit, swallowing all the spirit stones.

The teapot has a slight sheen.

Soon, the pot was filled with about half a pot of cyan spiritual liquid.

Gu Changjin was in a very good mood.

Then, he took out a rare medicinal herb from the depths of his storage ring.

A 30,000-year-old purple-veined dragon blood ginseng.

This was something the original owner found in a ruin years ago, and because she couldn't bear to use it, she kept it until now.

It was originally intended to be used to sustain life before attempting to break through to the Nascent Soul stage.

Well now.

Let's try the pot first.

Gu Changjin placed the Purple-Veined Dragon Blood Ginseng in front of him and carefully poured out a wisp of green liquid.

The spiritual liquid fell.

The patterns on the purple-veined dragon blood ginseng immediately lit up.

A rich, almost viscous, herbal essence spread throughout the sealed room.

Thirty-one thousand years.

Thirty-five thousand years.

Forty thousand years.

Gu Changjin's eyes grew brighter the more he looked, so he simply continued pouring.

After most of the small pot of spiritual liquid was poured out, this Purple-Veined Dragon Blood Ginseng was forcibly pushed to 50,000 years old.

A 50,000-year-old elixir.

What does this mean?

Even a Nascent Soul cultivator would be tempted by it.

Gu Changjin picked up the Dragon Blood Ginseng and remained silent for a moment.

Then he opened his mouth and took a bite.

Sweet.

It's quite crispy.

The next instant, the immense medicinal power exploded within his body.

Gu Changjin circulated his cultivation technique, and his golden core trembled slightly. His cultivation, which had just broken through to the late stage of the golden core, actually moved forward a little further.

Even if it's just a trace.

But I'm already at the late stage of the Golden Core realm!

Gu Changjin looked down at the small pot in his hand, his smile growing wider.

"My darling."

"Lu Huaizhen, Lu Huaizhen, you're wasting such a precious thing by using this to accelerate the growth of some worthless herbs."

In other people's hands, this thing is a treasure for farming.

In Gu Changjin's hands, it's all about spending money to become stronger.

The spirit stone transforms into spirit liquid.

Spiritual Elixir, Spirit-Awakening Drug.

Elixir to replenish cultivation.

The path suddenly became clear.

Gu Changjin carefully put the small pot away, then looked out of the secret chamber.