Chapter 52: Invisible Storage Bag

“Huh… huh…”

He Pingsheng gasped for breath in large, ragged drafts.

The recent duel hadn’t drained much strength or spiritual power.

But this first killing had cost him dearly in mental energy.

Fear!

Dread!

Daze!

Survival after disaster!

Relief!

These emotions churned one after another in the heart of an eighteen-year-old boy.

This placed immense psychological pressure on him.

Yet He Pingsheng’s mind remained clear; he walked over to the shattered remains of the Black Wind Boss and picked up the Boss’s Hundred Treasures Bag.

He opened it and glanced inside.

Several hundred spirit stones, a few Earth-grade magic treasures, two cultivation manuals.

That was all.

He Pingsheng had no time to sort through them, so he dumped everything from the Hundred Treasures Bag into his own.

Then he went to the Third Brother’s side.

The Third Brother was dead.

A two-foot-long ice arrow pierced his body.

The arrow had pierced through his heart from behind.

His entire body had turned to ice.

He Pingsheng ignored the ice corpse and took the Third Brother’s Hundred Treasures Bag as well.

He took everything inside without hesitation.

“Go…”

Shhh…

Mounting his paper crane, He Pingsheng soared once more into the clouds, heading for the sect.

His Hundred Treasures Bag now held far too many items and spirit stones—it was overflowing.

So He Pingsheng dared not return to the sect so openly.

What if someone searched his Hundred Treasures Bag?

How would he explain so many spirit stones?

He’d be dead.

So He Pingsheng returned to the Outer Sect, to his family’s small courtyard.

After closing the gate, he sat cross-legged on his bed, dumped all the items onto the mattress, and began to inventory them.

Killing the Black Wind Trio’s Boss and Third Brother had yielded plenty of loot.

First, the spirit stones.

About eight hundred in total.

Adding them to his original eleven hundred, he now had nearly nineteen hundred.

Besides spirit stones, there were magic tools.

Two flying swords!

One mid-grade magic tool, one low-grade magic tool.

One mid-grade magic tool: [Cloud Piercer].

“This is interesting!” He Pingsheng picked up the palm-sized flying vessel, murmuring to himself: “It’s this fast? Perfect for long journeys from now on!”

Beyond these, there were no other magic tools.

He Pingsheng then pulled out four books.

All four were cultivation manuals.

Two fire-attribute manuals!

One metal-attribute manual, one wood-attribute manual.

Fire and wood attributes were useless to He Pingsheng.

But the metal-attribute manual could be strengthened.

Thus, He Pingsheng now possessed manuals for metal, wood, fire, and earth—only water remained missing from the Five Elements.

After inventorying the items, night fell.

He Pingsheng took out the storage bag, dumped all its spirit stones onto the floor with a rustle, then tossed the bag into the Treasure Basin.

Strengthen!

Let’s see what this storage bag becomes!

Full of boundless imagination, He Pingsheng lay down in his small home and fell fast asleep.

He woke several times during the night, startled by dreams of his battle with the Black Wind Trio.

The night passed, barely tolerable.

The next morning, He Pingsheng rose from bed, rubbing his swollen eyes, and dragged the Treasure Basin from under the bed.

Inside the Treasure Basin were two storage bags.

“Huh…” Seeing the two storage bags, He Pingsheng exhaled in relief: the strengthening succeeded.

But he didn’t know what quality the bag had become.

He reached out and grabbed one at random.

He attached his spiritual sense to the storage bag and extended it into its interior space.

His spiritual sense clung to the storage bag, then extended into its interior space.

The next instant, He Pingsheng froze in shock: ten zhang of space?

The next moment, He Pingsheng was utterly stunned: ten zhang of space?

The storage bag contained ten zhang of space.

Ten zhang wide, ten zhang long, ten zhang high!

It could hold a great many items.

"More than even a top-grade storage bag!" He Pingsheng gasped in astonishment: "Could it be... a supreme-grade one?"

“It holds far more than even a high-grade storage bag!” He Pingsheng gasped in shock: “Could it be… top-grade?”

As his spiritual sense clung to the bag, other information surfaced.

Besides the expanded space, the storage bag had another function: invisibility.

Besides its expanded space, this storage bag had another function: invisibility.

When hung around the neck, the bag vanished completely into nothingness.

Even He Pingsheng himself could not see it—he could only communicate with it through spiritual sense.

Even He Pingsheng himself could not see it—he could only communicate with it through his spiritual sense.

He Pingsheng finally breathed easy.

He had worried about how to handle the storage bag—would elders notice it and think him too showy?

Even hiding it under his clothes wouldn’t help; their spiritual sense would still detect it.

Now, the bag was invisible.

No one could detect it, not even with spiritual sense.

He could use it freely from now on.

The opponent couldn’t detect it even with his spiritual sense.

From now on, he could use it without restraint.

He Pingsheng dumped all his belongings into the storage bag with a rustle.

No more burying things in the ground.

He attached his spiritual sense to the other storage bag and hung it on his person as well.

Since it could turn invisible, wearing one or two made no difference.

He still used his Hundred Treasures Bag for some items:

One low-grade flying sword, his own alchemy furnace, a dozen spirit stones, material for a low-grade confinement array, and a few worn-out low-level cultivation manuals.

These were harmless to be seen.

Having finished, He Pingsheng left his courtyard and headed straight up the mountain.

Back at Xiuzhu Peak, he greeted Zhao Linger, then entered seclusion again.

This seclusion involved several tasks.

First, refine the [Flying Sword] and [Green Wood Shield].

Now, when fighting, he could attack and defend with ease—no longer frantic like yesterday.

Strengthen the manuals.

Next time you face an enemy, one attacking and one defending, you’ll have far more room to breathe, unlike yesterday’s frantic chaos.

Strengthen the cultivation technique.

He further strengthened the two cultivation techniques for metal and earth attributes.

Then he chose one earth-attribute technique and began cultivating it.

Day after day!

In the blink of an eye, another year had passed.

He Ping cultivated the earth- and metal-attribute techniques, bringing both to Qi Refining sixth level.

Inner observation revealed four vortices spinning within his dantian.

Each vortex was a concentration of spiritual energy of a specific attribute.

He progressed so quickly because he had already shattered the physical barriers from first to sixth level; there were no bottlenecks—subsequent cultivation of other attributes was merely accumulation of spiritual energy.

It flowed naturally, so it was swift.

Aside from cultivation, He Ping had come to greatly value spells after his previous battle.

He learned a new earth-attribute defensive spell: Earth Armor Technique.

When cast, this spell formed a protective armor around the body, resembling stone and rock, with exceptional defensive power.

He now had one more means of survival.

He Ping felt that if he encountered the Black Wind Trio again at this moment, he could handle them with ease.