This time, he and his apprentice appeared in front of the door openly, waiting for the door to open.

"Boom."

The door was opened and candles were lit, illuminating the inner vault.

The inner treasury is not big, nor is it filled with magical artifacts and treasures as Wen Yue imagined.

It's just a very simple basement with a few tables.

There are things on display that can be understood at a glance, and the best one is the aura sword.

There are no good things that are kept in the inner warehouse because you don’t know the goods.

There is no spiritual being that hides itself.

Even if it existed, it would have been resold long ago.

The soul flag shook, and the black-robed Tushanjun appeared in the inner treasury.

Everyone was shocked again and looked at Wen Yue.

Even Wen Yue himself was a little confused. He trusted his husband, so he didn't control the flow of mana at all. He would maintain the soul flag on weekdays, but he didn't expect his husband to show up.

Tu Shanjun restrained the pressure of his aura in the foundation building stage, otherwise they would not feel better.

Walking to the sword hairpin, Tu Shanjun stretched out his ghost hand and picked it up.

This sword hairpin carries too many things.

Without thinking any more, he picked up the sword hairpin, swallowed it in his stomach, put it together with the talisman Hou Boxu gave him, and then disappeared.

"Don't be nervous, everyone."

Wen Yue smiled and handed over his hand. Only then did he realize how important the sword hairpin was to Mr.

"I was just shocked."

"Young Daoist Wen has such a powerful guardian Yin spirit, which is really enviable."

Everyone just thought it was Wen Yue's unintentional move and didn't take it to heart.

Wen Yue still left behind three low-grade magic swords.

If it's a middle grade one, he only has two in his hand, which is not enough to divide.

Moreover, in the middle stage of Qi training, taking a medium-grade magic weapon will easily attract the covetousness of others. In order to avoid misfortune to them, Wen Yue cannot give too many things.

But in Wen Yue's opinion, no matter how much money you put out, it's worth it.

That's what Mr. cares about.

Whatever the husband cares about, he cares about.

Half pushing and half giving in, he left the magic sword behind.

Wen Yue came to the Houshan Cemetery, and Tushanjun walked out of the banner.

"Sir, I will go to the worship building to talk to them."

Wen Yue left quickly after leaving his words. It would be too foolish to stay and be an eyesore at this time.

Walking to Li Qingfeng's grave, Tu Shanjun opened his mouth, but he didn't know what he should say.

Li Qingfeng's living soul is still in the soul flag, so he shouldn't be considered dead.

It's just that the living soul only has its own shape and cannot speak, and there is no difference between it and the dead.

Sitting in front of the grave, Tushanjun sighed.

…

"Fellow Taoist is leaving?"

Wen Yue asked in surprise.

"Yes, Fellow Daoist Wen, I am ready to leave Xiaolingzhou."

"Xiao Lingzhou is a good place, but it also ties us down. We are unwilling to stay here all the time." Mr. Lu said seriously.

He has obtained the hydrangea that can be used to refine the Foundation Establishment Pill. If it is not converted into resources, he will have to guard the hydrangea and die in this life.

When embarking on the road to immortality, who doesn’t have great ambitions and who doesn’t want to become an immortal?

"When are you leaving?"

"soon."

"I wish my fellow Taoists good luck and prosperity, and that they may become immortals and attain the Tao."

"It's probably going to be difficult for the old Taoist in this life."

"Fellow Daoist Wen, you are still young. Even if you damage your origin, you still have the opportunity to build a foundation. I am not trying to persuade you, but all the worldly things are just a stage in our lives."
Chapter completed!