Sweeping across the heavens, starting with the first emperor of the ancient times.

Xiao Fan was also shocked, his breathing became rapid. A spiritual weapon!

This is a true treasure, priceless.

Small families like the Xiao and Zhang families couldn't afford one even if they pooled all their resources.

There are three of them right in front of me!

"Elder Jiang, this..." Xiao Fan looked at Jiang Hao, feeling that everything was going too smoothly for him to believe.

Jiang Hao smiled and said, "What are you standing there for? Go get it! Otherwise, someone else will come and it will be snatched away."

Jiang Hao thought to himself, "This White Deer Ancient Emperor really knows how to play. A dignified ancient emperor, he actually still keeps such trinkets as spirit weapons."

Yes, it's a small thing; spiritual weapons are very precious to ordinary cultivators.

But to the ancient emperor, it was just a trinket, as insignificant as a thousand dollars to a billionaire.

Jiang Hao felt that the White Deer Ancient Emperor had done this on purpose, placing all sorts of treasures in this small world, of all types, which was quite wicked.

Xiao Fan and his companion then realized what was happening and quickly stepped forward.

Zhang Bo picked up a sword; it felt slightly heavy in his hand. He pulled it out an inch, and the blade gleamed with a cold light, emitting a faint chime.

He was both surprised and delighted: "What a fine sword! It's truly a fine sword!"

Xiao Fan also picked up a sword, feeling the spirituality contained within it, and was equally excited.

"Old Jiang, this is yours!" Zhang Bo picked up the last short sword and respectfully handed it to Jiang Hao with both hands.

Xiao Fan nodded, "Without Elder Jiang's guidance, we wouldn't have made it this far, let alone obtained such a treasure. You must accept it."

Jiang Hao looked at the two young men's sincere and grateful faces and nodded inwardly.

These two lads are indeed of good character; they are not the kind of people who would betray principles for personal gain.

He waved his hand with a smile, his tone gentle yet firm: "I'm an old man, what use do I have for these fighting and killing things? They're just a burden. You young people need these things for self-defense, so keep them."

"Old Jiang..." Xiao Fan wanted to persuade him again.

"Take these." Jiang Hao patted him on the shoulder. "Make good use of them and don't waste this opportunity. That's the best way to thank me."

Xiao Fan and Zhang Bo exchanged a glance, knowing that Elder Jiang was genuinely declining, so they didn't press the matter further and solemnly put away the short sword and their share of spirit stones.

Zhang Bo muttered, "Old Jiang, once I find some kind of legendary medicine that can prolong life, I'll definitely find it for you!"

Xiao Fan nodded vigorously, clearly taking those words to heart.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Hao paused for a moment, then smiled.

Medicine King? Longevity pills? For me? That probably won't work; at least an elixir of immortality would be needed.

For Jiang Hao now, even the elixir of immortality is of little use.

Jiang Hao thought to himself, and looking at the two teenagers in front of him who were genuinely concerned about an ordinary old man, he simply smiled gently and said nothing.

These two little ones are sincere, and that's enough.

"Alright, then I'll be waiting, old man."

After carefully storing the treasures, the three continued their journey.

For the rest of the journey, the three of them followed Jiang Hao, and it was as if they had superpowers.

Finding treasures while walking, turning misfortune into good fortune.

In contrast, the other teams were all in a sorry state, suffering heavy casualties.

This shocked Xiao Fan and his companion. Now they had only one thought in their minds: when did it become so easy to break into the tomb of a powerful figure like the Ancient Emperor's Tomb?

Is this still exploring a secret realm? Or is it an ancient imperial tomb? Is it really that simple? Are you sure this isn't a tourist trip?

The two of them only needed to do as Jiang Lao said to easily obtain resources.

Zhang Bo couldn't keep things to himself, and sometimes when he wanted to ask, Xiao Fan would stop him and shake his head.

Everyone has their own secrets, and since Old Jiang is unwilling to say more, they shouldn't press him for details.

In any case, Old Jiang is helping them, and that's enough.

Soon, they arrived at a side hall deep within the small world.

Inside the hall was a pool of spiritual liquid. On a stone platform in the center of the pool sat a jade jar containing an amber-colored liquid that exuded a rich life essence.

"This is natural blood essence, which can temper the body and enhance one's foundation." Xiao Fan's eyes lit up.

This is exactly what he needs right now!

Jiang Hao nodded: "It's good stuff, go get it quickly, don't let anyone find out."

This thing is really good; it's very useful for cultivators who are building their foundation.

Xiao Fan and Zhang Bo immediately stepped forward and carefully removed the jade jar.

It feels warm and smooth to the touch, and you can feel the powerful yet gentle life energy within it.

Both of them showed joy on their faces.

"Haha, I'm really lucky."

Just as the two obtained the blood essence, a round figure approached with a smile.

The newcomer was a fat Taoist priest, wearing a wrinkled, oversized gray robe, with a wooden hairpin crookedly stuck in his hair, and a few strands of hair sticking up unruly.

His face was plastered with an overly enthusiastic smile, and his eyes, though small, darted around rapidly, as if he were assessing something. His gaze lingered for a few moments, especially on the jade jar containing the natural blood essence.

"Young friends, you are truly blessed!" The fat Taoist priest approached and gave a proper bow. "This humble Taoist priest, Wu Liang, greets you."

Xiao Fan and Zhang Bo immediately became alert, instinctively shielding Jiang Hao behind them while preparing to attack. This secret realm was fraught with danger, and they had seen plenty of murder and robbery along the way.

Wu Liang seemed completely oblivious to their wariness and the swords subtly aimed at him, and began his performance on his own.

He first looked at the jade jar with admiration:

"Tsk tsk, this natural blood essence is a treasure! It's excellent for tempering the body, strengthening the foundation, and nourishing the vital energy. It's rare, truly rare!"

Then, he adopted a troubled and regretful expression:

"However... this thing is quite particular to use. It needs to be used with a specific medicinal ingredient and a unique refining method, otherwise the effect will be reduced to one-tenth, and if you are not careful, you may even damage your meridians, which would be a loss!"

He sighed heavily, as if heartbroken for the predicament Xiao Fan and his group were about to face, then lowered his voice mysteriously:

"In my early years, I traveled around and by chance obtained a remarkable fragment of an ancient scripture."

He carefully took out a rather old-looking jade slip from his pocket. The surface of the jade slip did indeed have some blurry patterns, exuding a sense of age.

The fat Taoist priest Wu Liang wore an expression of extreme pain, as if he were tearing out his own heart, and gritted his teeth as he said:

"I see that the three of you are destined to meet me, so today I will suffer a loss and exchange this incomplete scroll of supreme cultivation technique, which may have been left behind by the current Heavenly Emperor in his early years, for your blood essence, and also..."

His eyes glanced at Xiao Fan and Zhang Bo's storage bags.

"And your spirit weapons and elixirs... sigh, these are my most prized possessions. Trading them for these is a huge loss, a truly huge loss! Consider it a good deed!"

He put on a benevolent act, as if to say, "I've suffered a huge loss, but I'll accept it for your own good."

After hearing this, Xiao Fan and Zhang Bo looked at each other, unsure whether to be angry or amused.

Zhang Bo, being straightforward, almost lost his temper: "Left behind by the Heavenly Emperor? And a supreme technique? Daoist, are you kidding me? Do you think we're three-year-olds?"