"Li brother, thank you." Fatty Wang sighed with a bitter smile, then slumped to the ground, utterly exhausted.
Although Li Xuan had arrived, he was still facing a half-saint and eight peak Martial God realm experts. Fatty Wang, despite his immense exhaustion, could only force himself to maintain his imposing presence. Outwardly strong but inwardly depleted, he could no longer hold on once the man in purple robes fled.
"Brother Wang, recuperate and tend to your injuries first," Li Xuan said immediately upon seeing this. Fatty Wang nodded, formed seals with his hands, and closed his eyes to begin his recovery.
Li Xuan surveyed the surroundings, then walked to the eight corpses and retrieved their spatial rings. After all, these were peak Martial God realm experts; their belongings were bound to be valuable.
Indeed.
Li Xuan smiled as he examined the eight spatial rings. The combined mid-grade spirit stones within them reached twenty million. Even the low-grade spirit stones numbered a full thirty million.
"Rich!"
That was the only thought in Li Xuan's mind at that moment.
Including the spirit stones he had seized earlier, Li Xuan now possessed over a hundred million mid-grade spirit stones. This amount was enough to purchase thousands of high-grade spirit swords. The thought alone brought a smile to Li Xuan's lips.
This Land of Divine Burial was truly his fortunate land.
A quarter of an hour later, Fatty Wang slowly opened his eyes. Seeing that his aura had stabilized, Li Xuan nodded slightly and walked over.
"Brother Wang, you've encountered a life-or-death crisis within just a few days of parting ways," Li Xuan said with a smile.
Fatty Wang replied with a hint of helplessness, "What can I do? My luck was good, and I discovered a damaged treasure-grade artifact. I didn't expect them to find me. If it weren't for those eight holding them back, that half-saint alone wouldn't have been able to do anything to me."
"A damaged treasure-grade artifact?" Li Xuan was somewhat surprised. A damaged treasure-grade artifact meant that the artifact spirit weapon was damaged and had lost its treasure-grade power. However, the extent of the damage determined whether it could be restored to its original state. If the damage was less than forty percent, it could gradually recover with nurturing and repair. But if the damage exceeded fifty percent, there was generally no hope of recovery.
After all, repairing a spirit weapon of this caliber required immense materials, spirit stones, and time. In most cases, the resources for such repairs would be enough to purchase a treasure-grade spirit weapon.
However, what intrigued Li Xuan was that Fatty Wang's luck seemed to be quite good. In just a few short days, he managed to find a treasure-grade artifact. This luck was perhaps even superior to his own, as without the guidance of the Heavenly Dao Brush, Li Xuan might not have discovered that immortal sword.
"Brother Li, look, it's this item." Fatty Wang nodded slightly and waved his hand, conjuring a golden bell. Two cracks marred the surface of the bell, yet they did not diminish its radiance.
"This golden bell is only twenty percent damaged. With proper nurturing, it should recover completely soon!" Li Xuan exclaimed in surprise. A treasure-grade artifact with twenty percent damage required little cost to nurture. At this moment, Li Xuan couldn't help but marvel at Fatty Wang's incredible luck.
Fatty Wang chuckled and then voluntarily offered, "This golden bell excels at defense. Once I refine it, even a saint will find it difficult to break through my defenses when I unleash it."
Li Xuan was somewhat astonished. Fatty Wang was known for his defensive capabilities. His previous divine ability, the Immovable Wisdom King, was a defensive one, and Li Xuan found it difficult to break through unless he activated his fifth-level sword intent. Now, with this treasure-grade golden bell, Li Xuan knew that even with his fifth-level sword intent, breaking through Fatty Wang's defense would likely be impossible.
"Brother Wang, while your defenses are indeed formidable, your offensive capabilities might need some strengthening," Li Xuan said after some thought. If Fatty Wang possessed powerful offensive means, he could have completely handled such situations with his formidable defenses.
Fatty Wang shook his head with a wry smile. "Brother Li, everyone has their specialization. I can't cultivate overly powerful offensive techniques, and doing so would slow down my defensive cultivation. I've decided to push my defenses to the extreme. As long as they can't kill me, I'll outlast them!"
Li Xuan was taken aback; this was truly an unconventional path. However, Li Xuan supported Fatty Wang's approach. If others couldn't break through Fatty Wang's defenses, how could they deal with him? It was similar to a Xuan Beast, the Xuan Turtle, which would retract its head and limbs into its shell when encountering danger. This survival tactic was almost unique among Xuan Beasts.
"Impressive!" Li Xuan praised with a smile, then considered, "Brother Wang, perhaps we should travel together. If you encounter danger again and I'm not there in time, it would be troublesome."
"Alright." Fatty Wang nodded. Obtaining a treasure-grade spirit weapon this time was already a worthwhile trip for him. Furthermore, Li Xuan's words were true. Although his defenses were strong, there were many prodigies within this treasure-hunting ground. If a saint-level expert appeared, Fatty Wang admitted he wouldn't have the ability to protect himself.
Time gradually passed, and Li Xuan and Fatty Wang had spent half a month in the Spring Spirit Mountain Range. Over this period, Li Xuan's opinion of Fatty Wang grew increasingly favorable. In these past two weeks, Fatty Wang had discovered over a hundred spirit weapons. Among them, there were no less than fifty high-grade spirit weapons, and even over a dozen immortal artifact-grade spirit weapons. Not a single one of these spirit weapons had been sensed by Li Xuan himself.
"Young Master, I suspect this little fatty is born with extraordinary luck. It's utterly preposterous that he can find a spirit weapon even when he goes to relieve himself," the Heavenly Dao Brush's voice echoed in Li Xuan's mind.
Li Xuan responded with a wry smile. Just moments ago, Fatty Wang had gone to relieve himself and had returned with a high-grade spirit weapon. That's right, he had simply picked it up. Such luck was unprecedented.
"Brother Li, shall we continue?" Fatty Wang asked Li Xuan, his eyes brimming with anticipation. Seeing this, Li Xuan smiled. This Fatty Wang was probably addicted to picking things up. However, Li Xuan didn't refuse. He had also received half of these hundred-plus spirit weapons. Such days of effortless wealth were incredibly comfortable.
After Li Xuan and Fatty Wang departed, several figures rapidly approached from afar.
"Is the information reliable?" a man asked softly, glancing in the direction Li Xuan and Fatty Wang had left.
"The information is accurate. These two must possess something that aids in treasure exploration. In the past few days, I personally witnessed them acquire no less than twenty spirit weapons. And there were three immortal artifact-grade spirit weapons among them." As the former speaker finished, a man emerged from the void. If Li Xuan were present, he would immediately recognize this person as the man in purple robes who had fled earlier.
"In that case, this transaction can be made. However, how shall we divide that treasure-grade spirit weapon?" the man in purple robes asked, as another figure emerged from the void.
The man in purple robes immediately replied, "How about we sell it at an auction house and divide the proceeds equally among us?"
"Agreed." The three individuals who had spoken earlier nodded after a moment of silence. This outcome was undoubtedly the simplest solution to the problem.
The man in purple robes then looked at several other people. "Everyone, these two carry more than just these spirit weapons. They have acquired such a quantity of spirit weapons in just a few days. To my knowledge, they have been in here for nearly a month."
More than twenty spirit weapons in a few days, including immortal artifact-grade ones. One could only imagine what they had gathered in a month. The group fell silent for a moment before looking up at the man in purple robes.
"Our Asura clan participates."
"Our Rakshasa clan participates."
"Our Jiuli clan participates."
"..."
"Our True Demon clan participates."