: Natal magic treasure

Seeing this situation, Xiaopang was not surprised but happy because he had already checked the relevant classics and knew that only treasures that can automatically absorb essence and blood can be refined. Treasures without such ability are either of the grades that are not high enough, or they already have their masters and cannot be refined. In other words, since it can absorb its own essence and blood, it proves that it can indeed be refined.

When Xiaopang was overjoyed, he didn't even bother to bandage his wounds, so he quickly held the beads and collected the innate spiritual energy from his body for refining. As Song Zhong's spiritual energy slowly injected into the beads, Song Zhong felt that he seemed to have established an inexplicable connection with it.

Two hours later, Song Zhong opened his eyes again, and the beads on his hand had disappeared. But he was not in a hurry at all. Because he could clearly feel that the thing had sneaked into his dantian and officially merged with him.

Song Zhong thought, and the black bead immediately appeared above his palm, slowly rotating, and his appearance seemed to have not changed at all. Xiaopang was depressed to find that he had not yet figured out its usage.

In desperation, Song Zhong had to explore his divine consciousness. However, when Xiaopang's divine consciousness came into contact with the beads, Song Zhong suddenly felt a blurred mind. The next moment, he was surprised to find that he had actually come to a strange space.

It is not big, only one zhang in radius, surrounded by a standard spherical shape, with a little light above, and some fine particles like stars are shining. The ground under your feet is loess of several feet in diameter, and in the middle is a black land of two feet in diameter.

Xiaopang was extremely disappointed when he stood in this space. There were no strange treasures here, nor any spiritual energy, which was not suitable for cultivation. The only conspicuous thing was the ball of black soil. Song Zhong grabbed it and looked at it. He found no strangeness except the color, and there was no spiritual energy at all.

The joke was getting big! Xiaopang thought with a depressed smile, "This is probably a space item that someone made casually. It was just because it was too garbage. However, it was picked up by his parents as a treasure, and he also tricked me! I actually refined such garbage as my only natal magic weapon! Am I so debilitated?'

In fact, it is no wonder that Xiaopang is depressed. The most ordinary space bag is about one or two meters in a radius, almost the same as the space of Song Zhong. In other words, Xiaopang uses the most ordinary and most trashy space bag in the cultivation world as his natal magic weapon, and of course he will be depressed.

‘Oh, it’s better to have a space bag than nothing!’ Now, Xiaopang had to comfort himself, ‘At least the garbage space bag is worth a lot of spirit stones. With my current ability, I can’t afford it for the rest of my life!’

Although Xiaopang comforted himself like this, his ten years of expectation and more than eight hours of hard work every day ended up like this, and he suddenly cut off the path of cultivation, which still made him feel a huge blow. So much so that he had no intention of continuing to practice, but fell directly on the bed and fell asleep.

When Xiaopang woke up the next day, he was surprised to find that it was already dusk the next day. He had been sleeping all day because of this blow and didn't even have time to eat lunch.

Although he cut off the path of cultivation, Xiaopang had no intention of committing suicide. He still had to persist in living. If he wanted to survive, he could not give up the job of picking up garbage. Therefore, even if he was hungry, he could not eat immediately. He had to complete his own tasks first. Otherwise, he would have been in charge of his business that he had disliked for a long time and would definitely use this reason to drive himself down the mountain.

Therefore, although Xiaopang is exhausted physically and mentally, he can only get up immediately and hurry to the Qigong Hall. After rushing to the Qigong Hall, Xiaopang suddenly remembered that he had forgotten one thing, which was to bring an empty basket.

Because according to the process, he had to leave the empty basket and take the garbage away, otherwise he would have to throw away the garbage and return the empty basket. In that case, he would have to travel one more trip, which would be hundreds of miles a day! If the other two halls were added, he would have to run another three hundred miles. In this way, I am afraid that when he finishes his work, it will be dark and there will definitely be no residue leftovers in the cafeteria.

Xiaopang didn't want to continue to starve after running for hundreds of miles, so in a hurry, he suddenly remembered the natal magic weapon he had just refined. No matter what, the space for that bead is not small, and it's okay to hold ten baskets of garbage.

Thinking of this, Xiaopang's eyes lit up, and he immediately tried to pick up a basket of garbage full of discarded talismans. With his thoughts, the basket of garbage disappeared instantly. With the special sense of the magic weapon with his natal, Song Zhong immediately noticed that the garbage basket had entered that space.

‘Haha, there is a door!’ Seeing this, Xiaopang immediately came to his natal magic weapon excitedly, then poured the garbage on the ground, and took the empty basket out.

After sending two baskets of garbage into his natal magic weapon, Xiaopang left the Lianfu Hall and headed straight to the Liandan Hall. While on the way, Xiaopang thought to himself that although this natal magic weapon was a little useless, it was still useful. In the past, I had to go back and forth between the gutter and the three halls three times, but after I had it, I just had to collect all the garbage from the three halls first and go to the gutter again. This saved me at least a hundred miles.

As he thought about it, Xiaopang finished three halls. At this time, it was already dark. According to the procedure, he should have gone to the gutter to remove the garbage first. However, if he went to the gutter again, he would probably have no food. Anyway, Xiaopang's job was just to clean up the garbage from the three halls. Now the task has been completed, so it doesn't matter if he went to the gutter for a while, and no one would care about this.

Therefore, after leaving the weapon refining hall, Xiaopang did not go to the gutter, but hurried to the cafeteria. It happened to catch the last little leftovers left by a buddy. Xiaopang, who had been hungry for a day, swallowed all the leftovers. Because he was too hungry, he ate a little too much, and after running so many roads, he was a little tired. Xiaopang thought about it, but did not go to the gutter. Instead, he said goodbye to the buddy and went back to his hut to rest. Anyway, the garbage was all disposed of, and it didn't matter if he stayed in his natal magic weapon for more time.

After returning to his dilapidated hut, Xiaopang meditated according to his previous habits. Half an hour passed, Xiaopang recovered his innate spiritual energy and became much better.

If he had followed Song Zhong's usual habits, he would have started practicing directly. But now he already knew that he had no hope of practicing, so he would not even chew boring meditation? However, after such leisure, he did not know how to relieve loneliness. Ten years of lonely and hard-working practice had long made him an isolated person, with only a few friends, and even a pet. So much so that he didn't want to find something to talk to now.

In boredom, Xiaopang remembered his natal magic weapon again. Is that thing really garbage? Could it be that his parents were really deceived by a piece of garbage? Did my whole life be ruined like this? Am I destined to be bullied forever? Xiaopang always feels extremely unwilling to accept it whenever he thinks of this.

No, I have to go and take a look again. Maybe there is something good hidden inside, but I didn’t notice it! Thinking of this, Xiaopang thought and his body appeared in that space again.

As soon as Xiaopang appeared, he immediately felt a stream of spiritual energy coming to his face. Although the concentration of spiritual energy was not very high, it was not even as strong as the small house he lived outside, but it was indeed a stream of spiritual energy.

Wait, spiritual energy! When Song Zhong felt the spiritual energy, he was shocked, because when he came last time, he could not feel any spiritual energy, even if there was no trace of it! Why was there spiritual energy in just one day? Can spiritual energy be automatically generated here?

Thinking of this, Xiaopang hurriedly sat cross-legged, and then released his spiritual sense to carefully observe the strange space. Since this is the place of Song Zhong's natal magic weapon and is in harmony with Xiaopang's mind, for Song Zhong, everything here is under control. He can even let his spiritual sense enter the land here at will and feel the innermost changes.

Under Xiaopang's investigation, the true face of this space gradually appeared in front of Xiaopang. It turned out that this space was actually a standard spherical shape, with a diameter of more than one zhang, one third of which was soil, and the strange black soil in the middle was a cylindrical shape, two feet in diameter and about three feet high.

The entire space was filled with spiritual energy. After sweeping through Xiaopang's spiritual consciousness, he soon discovered that the spiritual energy was actually emitted from the black soil in the middle.

After finding the source, Xiaopang woke up immediately and opened his eyes and found that the black soil in the middle had been completely covered by the garbage he threw. Since he knew that the black soil was a treasure that could emit spiritual energy, Xiaopang could still allow it to be covered by garbage?

Without saying a word, he hurriedly ran over and pulled the garbage aside, revealing the essence of the black soil. He scanned it with his spiritual sense and found that there were several sources of spiritual energy under the black soil. With excitement, Song Zhong reached out into the black soil and grabbed it, and immediately felt that he had touched a kind of cotton, slippery thing.

Xiaopang was immediately happy and said, haha, there is really a treasure, it depends on where you run this time!

Thinking of this, he hurriedly exerted force on his hand and pulled out the thing. As a result, when Song Zhong looked carefully, he was stunned. It turned out that the treasure in his hand was actually just a used ragged talisman.

Talismans are commonly used props by cultivators. They can use them to directly release powerful spells, which eliminates the intermediate casting process, which is very convenient. Therefore, almost everyone of cultivators brings them. After the talisman is used, although most of the spiritual power has been released, a small part of them still exists in the talisman and slowly dissipates over time.

The talisman in Xiaopang's hand was a used talisman, which was the garbage he had just collected from the talisman training hall today. It was obviously pressed into the black soil by other garbage thrown in from behind, and then it became the source of spiritual energy dissipation.

At this time, Xiaopang was surprised. Although the abandoned talisman was about to gradually dissipate spiritual energy, the speed was not fast. At least it would not be lost in just over an hour, and it was almost gone. Moreover, Xiaopang repeatedly observed and found that the talisman in his hand was actually broken and many places corroded into the soil, as if it had been buried in the soil for hundreds of years. But this was obviously the garbage he collected today?
Chapter completed!