Calabash Fairy

A moment later, Junheng poured out all his "treasures" and flew back to the ground.

Although he didn't know why Brother Fang could recognize all kinds of treasures, it didn't stop him from coming to Fang Yan to ask about anything interesting he got.

"Brother Fang, I'll have to trouble you with these."

Fang Yan nodded slightly, and with a wave of his sleeve, the mountain of silt gradually disappeared like spring snow melting away, merging into the soil on the ground, leaving only a dazzling array of 'miscellaneous items' piled up in front of the two of them.

Fang Yan glanced around and took in all the exposed things.

【Blue Spirit Jade: A jade stone imbued with spiritual energy, with a warm and lustrous color, and an appearance of blue smoke rising from within; it has a wide range of uses】

[Rudraksha seeds: Born from the imbued nature of Buddha, Rudraksha seeds can be used to ward off evil and calm the mind.]

[Spirit Gathering Flower: This flower absorbs the essence of the sun and moon day and night, storing it in its pistil. Consuming it is highly beneficial and can increase one's cultivation level.]

【Pure Yang Sword Blade: The sword used by the Pure Yang Sword Immortal Lü Dongbin in his early years. It was later passed down to his disciples and changed hands several times before being lost in the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Even though it broke, it still retains a trace of Pure Yang sword energy inside.】

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They were all good things, but the best treasure among them was the rusty blade of the sword.

Chunyangzi, the legendary Lü Zu, was the sword used in the early years of Lü Dongbin, the founder of the Daoist alchemy school...

A hint of hesitation flashed in Fang Yan's eyes, but he still shook his head and explained each treasure and its usage to Jun Heng beside him, including the Pure Yang Sword Blade.

"The blade of the Pure Yang Sword Immortal's sword? Although I have always lived in the Hundred Thousand Mountains and do not know much about the human race, someone who can be called a sword immortal must be stronger than a ten-thousand-year-old demon king."

"nature."

Fang Yan said with absolute certainty.

Although he has never even seen a human cultivator, that was Lü Dongbin. Just those three words alone are far beyond what the so-called ten-thousand-year-old demon king could achieve.

To be honest, it was precisely because he understood the meaning represented by Lü Dongbin, the Pure Yang Sword Immortal, that even he, upon seeing the blade, felt a momentary greed, a desire to possess it.

But these things were, after all, spoils of war that Junheng had obtained in his life-or-death struggle at Baimajian.

Even though he had the talent to see the origins of these treasures, Junheng was willing to reveal them to him without reservation, which was also out of trust between friends.

It was precisely because of Junheng's personality that they became friends within a few short years, recognized each other, and even addressed each other as brothers.

Therefore, he will not betray this trust.

Having figured this out, Fang Yan felt relieved and his mind was clear, as if his mind had been cleansed of all impurities.

"good."

Just then, a faint, ethereal voice suddenly appeared in Fang Yan's mind, startling him. He looked around but found nothing.

Fang Yan looked at Jun Heng, who was curiously fiddling with the sword blade, and said:

"Brother Jun, did you hear anything?"

Upon hearing this, Junheng closed his eyes and sensed for a moment, then shook his head and said:

"I didn't hear anything. Perhaps it was the villagers down the mountain praying. In the Qingfeng Mountain area, my senses are much worse than yours."

"Brother Fang, here you go."

As Jun Heng spoke, he casually tossed the rusty blade in his hand toward Fang Yan, who quickly caught it.

"My intuition tells me that I can't use this thing. In your words, this thing is not meant for me. Besides, if Brother Fang hadn't told me about its rusty appearance, even if I didn't throw it away, it would just be collecting dust in my bag."

"Since Brother Fang can recognize this item, you must have a special connection with it. Don't let this treasure be covered in dust."

Jun Heng grinned and, without waiting for Fang Yan's reply, turned around again and began rummaging through the pile of treasures in front of him. He would stuff anything that was good for his cultivation and could be eaten directly into his mouth, while leaving the rest aside.

"This guy..."

Seeing this, Fang Yan smiled, feeling a warmth in his heart. He put the rusty sword aside, stepped forward, and helped Jun Heng categorize the many treasures.

Although Lü Dongbin's Pure Yang Sword Blade was extremely precious, it was ultimately an external object.

In his past life, he drifted with the tide, busy making a living every day. Although he had a few close friends when he was young, he gradually lost contact with them. Whenever he recalled the past, it would be a lie to say that he did not regret it.

After his reincarnation, the villagers of Xiahe Village revered and worshipped him, but gods are too far removed from mortals, a distance akin to that between heaven and earth.

He was a faith to the villagers; they could not, and dared not, become his friend.

Therefore, he cherishes his good friends Junheng and Shuyu very much.

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Noon arrived quickly. On Qingfeng Mountain, Jun Heng transformed back into a dark, demonic wind and swept towards his White Tiger Cave.

He gained many benefits from this trip to Baimajian. As long as he calms down and digests them, he will surely see a great increase in his cultivation.

In the Qingfeng Secret Realm.

Before Fang Yan were also left a rusty sword blade, a piece of blue spirit jade that was half a person tall, a square beehive engraved with inscriptions, and several old scrolls and books.

In fact, most of the treasures were of little use to Jun Heng, who only valued his own strength, so he simply waved his hand and wanted to leave them on Qingfeng Mountain. However, Fang Yan insisted on keeping only a few items.

Of course, Fang Yan wouldn't take Jun Heng's things for nothing, so he simply handed over all of his remaining stock of Cui Ling Ointment to Jun Heng, who naturally accepted it without any hesitation.

"Speaking of which, the Phoenix Spirit Pears will ripen in a few days. We'll brew some pear wine and send it to Brother Jun then. This time, we'll let him drink it at his own White Tiger Cave."

"However, the queen bee eggs in this spirit beehive have maintained a slight activity after so many years. If we can replenish their activity and allow them to hatch, they might be able to produce excellent royal jelly in the future."

"These scrolls were not made of ordinary paper and ink, which is why they have been preserved to this day. Although they are somewhat damaged, we may be able to find some useful knowledge or information."

Fang Yan's gaze swept over the treasures in front of him one by one, and finally landed on the blade of the Pure Yang Sword, which he slowly picked up.

After sensing the continuous resonance between the Pure Yang Sword Blade and the Chaos Seed in his gourd space, Fang Yan slowly closed his eyes and activated the Chaos Seed.

The next moment, the Chaos Seed, which had remained motionless no matter how much it was activated, suddenly burst forth with a radiance resembling a deep star cluster. The Pure Yang Sword in Fang Yan's hand also trembled and turned into golden light, instantly entering Fang Yan's body and rushing into the star cluster.

The next moment, a voice with a gentle smile resounded in Fang Yan's mind.

"People say that I am a sword immortal, capable of taking heads and destroying souls with my flying sword. Little do they know that I actually possess three swords: one to sever ignorance and afflictions, another to sever ignorance and anger, and the third to sever ignorance and greed."

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On a certain sacred mountain, a Taoist priest, dressed in a Taoist robe, carrying a long sword, and wearing a Huayang turban, sat cross-legged on a blue stone and slowly opened his eyes.

"With this mindset, he's a promising talent."

"It's a pity that I'm destined to be separated from my Chunyang lineage..."