Chapter 240: with translation of chapter title

Look again to see if there's anything else.

The four of them scattered in different directions, exploring along the way, and after two shichen they regrouped.

That's all.

Da Heigou shook his hand, and several dozen items floated before him in the void—ancient scrolls, broken weapons, all found on corpses.

Judging by appearance, most of these items have existed for quite a long time; to have survived to the present, they are truly extraordinary.

Really none left?

Duan De narrowed his eyes at him, smiling with deep meaning. Given Da Heigou's nature, how could he possibly hand over all the treasures? He must have kept the best for himself! "Xiaohei?"

Yang Zhu looked at him, and the Black Emperor immediately lowered his head, obviously somewhat troubled.

"Cough... cough! I only thought that thing was dangerous, so I risked suppressing it inside my body to prevent it from harming others."

The Black Emperor instantly wilted, letting out a dry cough to hide his embarrassment, then forced a smile.

Finally, under Yang Zhu's pressure, Da Heigou could only endure the pain and produced a golden shining iron rod.

It was unknown what material the iron rod was made of; it seemed neither wood nor iron, its surface flashing with a metallic luster yet appearing bendable.

Many patterns were carved onto it, ancient and grand, emanating strange Dao markings, truly extraordinary.

"Damn, I knew you dead dog was hiding good stuff."

Duan De stared at this peerless holy weapon, full of pride; he and the Black Dog were quite familiar, knowing his nature all too well.

"Take it."

"Woof! Thank you, Imperial Prince!"

Yang Zhu put away the iron rod and all the other items, then finally took out a stalk of Medicine King and gave it to the Black Emperor, whereupon his pained expression instantly changed to a beaming smile.

The Holy Maiden of Yaochi and Duan De also produced all of their gains, holding nothing back.

"Let's go."

Yang Zhu and company left the Immortal Platform, returned to the ground, and after a search, handed over the treasures they had found underground to the local clan leader.

"Thank you all."

The old clan leader's hair was already white, his skin wrinkled and withered; he walked unsteadily, as if he might collapse at any moment.

As a direct-line descendant, his constitution should have been the purest in the clan, yet it was unusually thin, no different from other later generations.

"Without you, we probably could not have obtained these treasures left by our ancestors."

As the old clan leader said, the area below is an extreme forbidden zone; few can enter, and without exception, those who reach the depths are cultivators of considerable strength.

Even sages could easily perish down there—just imagine how terrifying the former Immortal Platform was, incomparable to the present! "Do any of you here have an awakened Holy Body bloodline?"

With so many people, we should be able to produce a Primeval Holy Body, or at least a stronger bloodline.

"Yes, yes, my grandson is one, but unfortunately, though his constitution is closest to the ancestor's, he cannot cultivate."

The old clan leader said this, his eyes full of pride and arrogance; his ancestor was a Great Accomplishment Holy Body, indeed a source of pride! "Could you bring him to me so I can let him cultivate?"

Yang Zhu was still quite confident about this; he could even break Ye Fan's restrictions, making it utterly simple for a Primeval Holy Body that had not yet opened its Sea of Bitterness to cultivate.

Soon, a six- or seven-year-old boy appeared before Yang Zhu and company, of average build, handsome features, and ink-black eyes that naturally bore a hint of resolve.

His clothing was quite ordinary, with many patches, suggesting his life was not easy, yet he showed no sign of inferiority because of it.

"Wow! Immortals!"

At the sight of Yang Zhu and company, Feng Tian exclaimed in shock, eagerly sizing up the few "Immortals" before him. Yang Zhu wore a black robe that fluttered, his black hair flowing like a waterfall, his whole person seeming to glow, possessing supreme grace, like a transcendent immortal descending to the mundane world.

Moreover, his beauty was extraordinary; even the most peerless beauties would pale before his looks and bearing, unable to compare.

The other three were likewise; the Holy Maiden of Yaochi was flawlessly beautiful, like a fairy from the Nine Cold Palace descending to the mortal world, a single glance enough to stir the heart.

Duan De wore a splendid purple Dao robe, its Dao patterns densely covered, laden with many treasures, naturally extraordinary.

As for Da Heigou, his body was sturdy as an ox, his jet-black fur smooth as silk, full of vigor, resembling a demon emperor reborn.

These few appearing here undoubtedly became the most eye-catching presence, making it only natural for a boy who had seen little of the world to be so astonished.

"It is indeed a Primeval Holy Body."

Yang Zhu rubbed the little fellow's head; the extent of his inherited constitution was far greater than he had previously thought.

Feng Tian's constitution is precisely the Holy Body bloodline, and indeed a Primeval Holy Body!

After many years, the Holy Body bloodline grew thin, and then suddenly appeared a lineage identical to the ancestor's.

"Do you want to cultivate?"

Yang Zhu gazed at the little fellow, his eyes sharp.

Feng Tian, hearing this, hesitated not at all, almost instinctively blurting out: "Want!"

"I want to become as strong as the ancestor."

His eyes were clear as gemstones, yet lacked a bit of childish innocence; he nodded firmly.

"Cultivation can make one stronger, but it is also a responsibility; have you thought it through?"

"Immortal brother, I truly want to cultivate, but I have never been able to open my Sea of Bitterness."

"If it were before, with the advantage of a Primeval Holy Body's constitution, one's cultivation talent would certainly not be lacking; but after the changes of heaven and earth, even opening the Sea of Bitterness has become difficult."

"Besides his own constitution, there is also the gradual decline; if a sage could emerge here, he would surely help him open his Sea of Bitterness."

"Good."

After Yang Zhu nodded, he instructed Da Heigou on a few matters, then took Feng Tian to a secluded spot to begin transmitting the Dharma.

After careful consideration, Yang Zhu now employed the secret method of the Great Accomplishment Holy Body transmitted to him, infusing his spirit into a corpse and then replicating the scriptures he had learned.

Three days later, a golden surge of blood energy shot up to the heavens; though not towering, it contained abundant vitality.

"Brother, I can cultivate now!"

Feng Gu was very excited; the Sea of Bitterness within his body, originally as hard as fine steel, now turned purple-gold and radiant, covered with a wisp of Yang Zhu's aura.

This made the little fellow no longer as before; no matter how hard one tried, it was difficult to shift even a bit.

He can now cultivate like an ordinary person, only the resources needed for advancement are as vast as those of the ancient holy body, describable as enormous.

Of course, Yang Zhu guarantees his cultivation will be unhindered, but only within the four small secret realms of the Sea of Bitterness; after that, it depends on his own fortune.

Flowers nurtured in a greenhouse ultimately have only form; otherwise Yang Zhu would not have cut himself nine times, re-cultivating from the Sea of Bitterness.

"Ah, finally done."

The big black dog and Duan De have been setting up a massive pattern these three days, connected to the Eight Scenes Palace.

This allows the vital essence there to continuously flow here, supplying the people of this place for cultivation.

(End of chapter)