Lu Ye didn’t rest for long; a sword was still embedded in his leg, causing intense pain that stimulated his nerves.
Moreover, the injury was in a rather bad spot. If it hit a vital area, it would be over.
So after a brief moment of catching his breath, he began to examine his wound. He raised his hand to tear open the clothing around the injured area, carefully inspecting it, and his heart eased.
The wound looked severe, but it was just a flesh wound.
He didn’t blindly pull out the sword, as doing so would inevitably lead to massive blood loss. If not properly handled, he might pass out in a short time.
First, he tore off a piece of his clothing, tied it into a long strip, and tightly bound it around his thigh. Then he thoroughly tore open the clothing around the wound, exposing the injury.
He then turned his gaze to the waist of the deceased Mr. Yang, where there was a palm-sized pouch.
Lu Ye recognized this item; cultivators called it a storage bag.
The healing pills Mr. Yang had given him and the sword embedded in his leg were both taken from this storage bag.
A cultivator’s storage bag generally contained all of their possessions.
Lu Ye dragged Mr. Yang’s body over, took the storage bag from his waist, and carefully examined it, amazed.
This small bag seemed to have a considerable internal space, capable of holding many items.
Having been in the Nine Provinces for over a year, although Lu Ye didn’t know much about cultivation, he had heard a lot about the items in the cultivation world.
It seemed that every cultivator’s storage bag had a mysterious invisible lock that only the cultivator themselves could open. Others, even if they obtained it, couldn’t easily open the storage bag unless they had special means to unlock it.
Cultivators called this lock a restriction!
The storage bag in his hand looked like a cloth pouch but was actually made from an unknown beast’s skin. Lu Ye silently prayed that this storage bag wasn’t locked.
He opened the bag and extended his hand, his heart racing...
Soon, a smile appeared on his face. The bag wasn’t locked, and his hand had already touched some items inside.
It made sense. When he suddenly attacked, Mr. Yang hastily took out a sword from the storage bag to defend himself. At that time, he was affected by the magnetic field and had no strength left to lock the storage bag.
Now there was hope!
Lu Ye’s mind was at ease as he continuously took items out of the storage bag.
He was looking for Qi and Blood Pills and the healing pills Mr. Yang had given him.
After pulling out the sword, he would definitely lose a lot of blood. Taking Qi and Blood Pills to replenish his qi and blood would reduce the danger, and the healing pills would also be very useful in this situation.
Soon, a pile of miscellaneous items surrounded Lu Ye...
Bottles and jars, a lot of food, several large water pouches, even a few books and some toilet paper.
Lu Ye was speechless.
But considering that Mr. Yang was fleeing for safety, it was understandable that he brought a lot of things.
He searched through the bottles and jars and quickly found the Qi and Blood Pills and healing pills he needed.
There were many Qi and Blood Pills, ten bottles in total, each containing about twenty to thirty pills. There was only one bottle of healing pills left, with about seven or eight pills remaining.
Mr. Yang, who managed the exchange of Qi and Blood Pills for the miners, naturally had a lot of them. This made Lu Ye very happy.
Previously, he had to save up ten contribution points to exchange for Qi and Blood Pills, and he could only get thirty pills a year. Now, by killing Mr. Yang, he obtained two to three hundred pills.
He was suddenly wealthy!
He took one Qi and Blood Pill to swallow, then thought for a moment and added two more, putting them in his mouth. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to take more; it was just that taking too many at once wouldn’t be effective.
He then took a healing pill and swallowed it.
Next, he grabbed a large water pouch, untied the opening, and took two big gulps, then used the clear water to clean his wound.
A cool sensation spread from the wound, causing a slight pain and a chill. Sweat appeared on Lu Ye’s forehead.
After cleaning the wound, he took another healing pill and placed it nearby as a backup.
Having done everything he could, he took a deep breath, grabbed the sword’s hilt, and pulled it out forcefully.
At that moment, Lu Ye’s whole body trembled, but he gritted his teeth and didn’t make a sound.
He didn’t have time to waste. He quickly picked up the healing pill he had placed nearby, crushed it with his hand, and sprinkled the powder on the wound.
Healing pills could be taken internally, but he didn’t know if they would work externally, so he decided to try.
He untied the cloth tied around his thigh and bandaged the wound.
After all the effort, Lu Ye was drenched in sweat and lay on the ground, not wanting to move, gradually falling into a deep sleep.
When he woke up again, he didn’t know how much time had passed. He struggled to get up, leaned against the rock wall, and touched the area around his thigh wound.
Pain came, but there was no sign of inflammation.
It was a good sign. It seemed that the external and internal use of the healing pills had worked. The most dangerous time had passed, and Lu Ye finally felt relieved.
His stomach growled. Before encountering Mr. Yang, Lu Ye hadn’t eaten for half a day. He had planned to exchange some food after submitting the mined minerals, but Mr. Yang had forced him into the depths of the mine, leading to a fierce battle and an injury.
Fortunately, he had found a lot of food in Mr. Yang’s storage bag. Lu Ye took a piece of dried meat and ate it with clear water.
The hunger slowly subsided. Since this place was rarely visited, there was no immediate danger, and Lu Ye gradually became interested in Mr. Yang’s belongings.
While eating, he began to examine the items he had taken from Mr. Yang’s storage bag.
He recognized the Qi and Blood Pills and healing pills, but there were some other pills he hadn’t seen before, and he didn’t know their uses. Some of the pills had a pungent, fishy smell, clearly not good things.
He put these pills aside and picked up a book, opening it under the flickering light nearby, his face lighting up.
It seemed that Mr. Yang was a man of passion. The book was not only rich in content but also illustrated, and the drawings were truly vivid and lifelike...
Given his current weak and frail state, it wasn’t suitable to read this, so he put it aside and picked up another book. The cover had words on it, and upon closer inspection, it read "Sword Saint Chronicles."
Lu Ye became interested, but after flipping through a few pages, he realized it was just a storybook.
He put this book down and picked up the third one. Upon seeing the title, his heart skipped a beat.
"Golden Cicada Freedom Technique!"
He eagerly flipped through it, his expression gradually becoming excited.
This was actually a cultivation technique! Like the first book, it was illustrated and easy to understand, seemingly the technique Mr. Yang himself had practiced.
After the excitement, Lu Ye realized a very practical issue.
He hadn’t yet opened his spiritual acupoint, so even with this cultivation technique in front of him, it was useless.
He sighed and put the "Golden Cicada Freedom Technique" aside.
Since he couldn’t practice, reading more would be of no benefit. Over the past year, he had tried several times to open his spiritual acupoint but had no clue how to do it.
After a moment of dejection, Lu Ye picked up Mr. Yang’s storage bag again. There were still some items inside that he hadn’t taken out.
He reached in and took them out one by one.
He didn’t find anything valuable, but there were many rare minerals, including a few fist-sized magnetic minerals.
These minerals were likely Mr. Yang’s private stash, and he didn’t know what he intended to do with them.
Having mined for a year, Lu Ye had seen many rare minerals, so he was familiar with most of them, even if he didn’t know their names or uses. However, when he took out a dark red mineral the size of a human head...
He had never seen this before and didn’t know which miner had extracted it and how it ended up in Mr. Yang’s possession.
This was quite strange, but rarity meant value. Since Lu Ye had never seen it, this item must be very valuable.
Just as Lu Ye was about to put the mineral down, his mind suddenly became hazy, and a blurry shadow appeared before him, taking the shape of a tree.
It was the shadow tree!
Lu Ye was greatly surprised. The shadow tree appeared under certain conditions, requiring him to focus, and it didn’t always appear.
This time, the shadow tree appeared on its own.
As Lu Ye was puzzled, the roots of the blurry shadow tree suddenly sprouted and dug into the dark red mineral in his hand.
The next moment, the mineral made a cracking sound and split open.
A faint orange glow caught Lu Ye’s eye, startling him, as the mineral split open to reveal a ball of fire inside.
Instinctively, he tried to throw the fire away, but it stuck to his hand, and he couldn’t get rid of it.
After a brief panic, Lu Ye realized that the change in the dark red mineral was likely related to the shadow tree.
What was even more bizarre was that he didn’t feel any burning sensation.
The orange flame quickly shrank, as if being absorbed by something. In just a few moments, the flame disappeared from Lu Ye’s sight.
As he was amazed, a burning sensation suddenly surged in his dantian, drawing his qi and blood to that area.
An indescribable pain spread, and Lu Ye felt his lower abdomen being churned by a powerful force, as if it was about to tear him apart.
He couldn’t help but groan, and his clothes were instantly drenched in sweat.
Just as he thought he was about to die, a faint sound came from his lower abdomen, and at that moment, he felt something break.
The pain quickly subsided, and Lu Ye’s world changed in a wondrous way.
He had a surreal feeling and checked his lower abdomen dantian, clearly sensing a peculiar force gathering there.