Sixty years of blacksmithing, a single hammer blow forging a celestial being.

"Uncle Li, don't move."

Nanzhi quickly said, "Your injuries haven't fully healed yet, so you can't move."

Li Ping'an obediently nodded and didn't move.

He asked, "How long have I been unconscious?"

Nanzhi counted on her fingers and said, "You were unconscious for seven days and seven nights, I was so worried about you."

"Seven days and seven nights!"

Li Ping'an's pupils constricted immediately. He had actually been unconscious for so long, could it be?

Why hasn't the sect contacted me?

But I guess I've come to terms with it.

Since Xu Yan was the one who found a way to get me down the mountain, he must have already calculated that I would die on the way.

If he didn't return within seven days, he would definitely think he was dead.

Therefore, everyone in the sect now believes that Li Ping'an has either disappeared or died.

No wonder no one is looking for him.

However, it's good that no one is looking for him; he has time to properly recover from his injuries here.

"No one has contacted me during this period."

Li Pingan asked a question.

Nanzhi shook her head and said,

"no."

Then he looked at Li Ping'an with a worried expression and said,

"Uncle Li, who beat you up like this? Is that person still around?"

His tone was full of worry; he was truly afraid that Li Ping'an's enemies would come after him again and cause him harm.

Li Pingan shook his head and said,

"I've already killed that person, but this must be kept secret."

"good!"

Nanzhi nodded her head repeatedly, like a chick pecking at rice.

Li Pingan nodded and said,

"Thank you for taking such good care of me during this time."

"Not at all, Uncle Li, you saved my life, what's this little favor?"

Nan Zhi's gaze was firm, looking at Li Ping'an as if he were her benefactor who had given her a second life.

Li Pingan couldn't help but chuckle.

Actually, he didn't genuinely want to help Nanzhi at first; he just wanted to absorb the cold poison in Nanzhi's body for his own cultivation.

But this girl genuinely considered him her savior.

"How is the cold poison in your body now?"

Li Ping'an also began to care about Nanzhi.

"I'm much better now. Unlike before, when it would flare up at any time and wake me up in the middle of the night in pain, I'm almost like a normal person now."

Li Ping'an nodded and said,

"That's good. However, I estimate that the cold poison in your body will need to be absorbed for a while longer."

Upon hearing this, Nanzhi blushed slightly.

Because things are different now, their method of absorbing the cold poison has become more intimate and even more indescribable.

Having just escaped death, Li Ping'an couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions.

It seems I still need to improve my skills as soon as possible.

Having a valuable treasure but lacking the strength to protect it is like a child holding gold in a bustling market—it's impossible to keep it.

Moreover, this battle with Steward Wang also exposed a major problem with Li Ping'an.

That is, Li Ping'an didn't have any suitable magical artifacts, only a broken gong given to him by Qingyue.

Although this broken gong can sometimes work wonders when combined with the "Great Dream Divine Induction Technique," it ultimately has no destructive power.

It seems I still need to find a suitable weapon and then combine it with a martial arts technique.

Li Ping'an pondered this matter secretly.

After he woke up, Nanzhi took even better care of Li Ping'an, bringing him delicious food and drinks every day.

Because his calf was broken by Steward Wang, Li Ping'an needed to rest for a long time and stayed in bed every day.

Her complexion became rosy and radiant, and she looked plump and healthy thanks to Nanzhi's care.

After eating and drinking to their hearts' content and sending Nanzhi away, Li Ping'an could no longer contain his excitement.

He pulled a storage bag from his pocket. This storage bag belonged to none other than Steward Wang.

"This guy probably has a lot on him."

Li Pingan murmured.

You should know that Manager Wang has been the head steward of the sect for many years, in charge of all the miscellaneous disciples in the inner sect.

We don't know how much he embezzled, nor how much of his disciples' wealth and treasures he confiscated.

It's hard to imagine how many magical treasures are in his storage bag.

With excitement, Li Ping'an probed his divine sense into the storage bag.

Then he saw a scene that left him speechless.

It should be noted that Steward Wang's storage bag is of a higher grade than Li Ping'an's, and can hold more items.

However, at this moment, Steward Wang's storage bag was already half full of things.

The most abundant item was spirit stones. Bag after bag of spirit stones were piled up in the storage bag, forming a small hill.

Looking at the area, Li Ping'an estimated that there were at least ten thousand spirit stones inside.

My goodness, this Manager Wang is incredibly wealthy!

Putting everything else aside, just this 10,000 spirit stones alone is something that even many inner disciples in the sect cannot afford.

This steward, Wang, who was in charge of all the menial tasks, managed to embezzle so much money, which shows how black-hearted and ruthless he was.

Countless people have cried their eyes out because of his looting.

"Well, today can be considered as robbing the rich to help the poor."

Li Ping'an chuckled, feeling excited.

Then I started looking at the other items in the storage bag.

Besides these spirit stones, there are also many other magical treasures, herbs, and all sorts of other miscellaneous items.

Li Ping'an wasn't in a hurry, and just looked at each item one by one.

The first thing that caught his attention was that long, black sword.

This long sword is the main weapon used by Steward Wang, and he was relentlessly pursued by it.

He took the knife out of his storage bag and examined it carefully.

The blade was entirely black, exuding a chilling aura and an aura of malevolence.

This knife doesn't seem to be a magic weapon from any righteous immortal sect.

Li Ping'an examined the knife repeatedly, looking at it carefully, and felt that the more he looked at it, the more eerie it seemed.

I have no idea where Manager Wang got this knife.

"No matter what, this knife should be worth a lot of money."

Li Pingan muttered to himself, tossed the knife aside, and continued reading.

What was taken out again was a short blade.

The texture of this short blade is actually similar to that of the black knife; it feels cool and smooth to the touch, and the blade is incredibly sharp.

Even before you hold it in your hand, you can feel its sharp power.

This must be something Steward Wang carries with him for use in ambushes.

Li Ping'an played with the small knife, unable to put it down.

He preferred this small knife to the pitch-black black blade, finding it easier to use.

Most importantly, it can be more unexpected and its power is also quite good.

Let's put it aside for now.

Then he looked at other ritual implements.

The other magical artifacts are somewhat inferior and more ordinary compared to these two swords.

There are also several offensive magical artifacts, including a whisk and a flying sword.

There are also defensive magical artifacts, such as shields and breastplates.

"This guy has quite a few treasures on him!"

Li Ping'an was astonished. How could one person carry so many magical treasures?

A rough calculation shows that if all of Steward Wang's magical treasures were sold, they would be worth at least several thousand spirit stones.