After casually picking up the drops from the lesser monsters, Liu Xuan walked over to the boss’s corpse.
One piece of equipment was glowing with a blue light.
[General Hamovi's Breastplate]
Quality: Fine
Required Level: 20
Health: +300
Armor: +50
Strength: +10
The stats were certainly nothing to complain about, but the level requirement was a little too high.
Liu Xuan put it away, then frowned.
Weren’t these monsters a bit too poor?
He’d defeated a boss, and aside from money, it had only dropped one piece of equipment. That was ridiculously stingy.
The bosses Liu Xuan had fought before had never been this shabby.
Even if they didn’t drop more than two pieces of equipment, they would at least give skill books or rare materials.
Could it be because this guy was a deserter, so he was broke?
Unable to figure it out, Liu Xuan shook his head and headed toward the fort.
Hamovi hadn’t brought all his men out. There were still quite a few soldiers inside that needed dealing with.
Once inside, Liu Xuan found that the fort’s defenses were far weaker than those outside. The main buildings weren’t made of stone at all, but entirely of wood.
Strictly speaking, this place could hardly be called a fort.
The soldiers lived in several long, ramshackle barracks. Animal pelts and scraps of cloth were spread across the floor, each one serving as a bed.
Every room was crammed with sixty or seventy such sleeping spaces.
It looked like these people hadn’t been living very well up in the mountains either.
Liu Xuan fought his way through, eventually reaching the central area of the fort.
It was the only building within the fort enclosed by stone walls. At best, it could be considered a second line of defense.
He suddenly remembered that One-Eyed Hamovi’s skill description had mentioned that when the boss’s health fell below 20%, he would go to the fort’s core and retrieve some kind of secret treasure for a desperate counterattack.
It was obviously an ultimate move.
Now that the boss had been killed ahead of time, he had never gotten the chance to come in. Could that secret treasure still be here?
And the skill was called [Eagle Strike], while this mountain was known as Eagle Spirit Mountain. Could the two be connected somehow?
With that thought in mind, Liu Xuan charged straight toward the fort’s core.
There were indeed quite a few surviving soldiers inside, intending to use the stone walls around the core to mount a counterattack.
Liu Xuan simply kept his head down and rushed in. His damage was so high now that anything he touched died instantly. Then a notification suddenly appeared before his eyes.
[Congratulations! You have reached Level 14 and gained 5 free attribute points.]
[You have a new skill available.]
[Because you are currently in a special location and a special treasure exists nearby, you may choose to draw your skill immediately, or obtain it after acquiring the treasure.]
Liu Xuan’s eyes lit up. Being in a special location could affect the skills he obtained?
He considered it. Normally, the passive skills he drew were selected at random. But the prompt said that because he was in a “special location,” he had been given a choice. Did that mean the passive skill he could obtain this time might not come from the usual random pool?
Could it instead be a unique passive related to this place?
This was Eagle Spirit Mountain, a place where shamans had once worshipped their gods. Was it possible that he could draw a passive related to shamans or the Eagle Spirit?
Excited by the thought, Liu Xuan rushed into the building at the core.
Inside was a large hall, thick with the greasy smell of food and alcohol. Perhaps it was where the deserters gathered for their feasts.
On the right side of the hall was a staircase leading down, while on the left was one leading upstairs.
Liu Xuan checked the basement first and found that it was a prison—though not a single prisoner was being held there.
The upper floor was much more pleasant. There was a study, a bedroom, and a council chamber—everything one might need. It was probably where Hamovi normally lived and handled his affairs.
Liu Xuan searched everywhere, but he still could not find the so-called secret treasure.
He could not help but ponder: Could this house not be the fortress’s core after all?
No, that wasn’t right. There was even a stone wall built outside specifically to protect it. It had to be here!
Putting himself in Hamovi’s shoes, once Hamovi’s health dropped below 20%, he could have the other soldiers hold the line outside this building to buy him time. Then he could slip inside and retrieve the secret treasure.
That arrangement made sense.
So the treasure had to be somewhere in this house—but where had it been hidden?
If not for that earlier prompt, Liu Xuan might have assumed it was simply an NPC skill, and that he himself would not necessarily be able to use the treasure.
But since the prompt had appeared, it definitely existed.
Liu Xuan searched the rooms back and forth, knocking here and moving things there. He even endured the foul smell to search the basement cells several times, yet still found nothing.
“Could there be a hidden room?”
Liu Xuan muttered to himself.
He went outside the house, intending to examine its overall structure and see whether there was space for a concealed chamber.
But the moment he came out and looked up, he froze.
There was a pointed roof covered in red tiles above the house. It could practically be considered a third floor.
At the front was a round stained-glass window that appeared to be set into the wall. It looked like the sort that could not be opened—but who knew?
If the soldiers used the stone wall in front of the house as a defensive position, the boss could go upstairs, open that window, and use the secret treasure to attack the enemies below while they were fighting the lesser troops.
Wouldn’t that be perfect?
Now everything made sense.
Liu Xuan studied the pointed roof. Based on its location, it was probably directly above the second-floor bedroom, so he hurried back upstairs.
Inside the bedroom, he looked up at the ceiling. Before long, he noticed that one corner bore a faint square outline. That had to be the entrance.
But how was he supposed to get up there?
Liu Xuan looked around and saw a coat rack standing directly beneath the outline.
He tossed aside the clothes hanging on it, picked up the rack like a pole, and prodded the ceiling overhead.
“Click, click.”
Two sounds came from inside the ceiling. Then the square section suddenly slid aside on its own, revealing an opening. A light wooden ladder immediately unfolded and slid down.
“I really am a genius~”
Liu Xuan climbed up the ladder. The attic was rather dark, lit only by the faint light filtering in through the small stained-glass window he had seen from outside.
There was not much up there to begin with—only a cylindrical object lying on the floor.
Liu Xuan walked over to the stained-glass window and gave it a gentle push. The window immediately came loose and fell outside, shattering on the ground with a loud crash.
Sure enough, according to the usual script, once the boss was badly wounded, he would come up to this attic and use the secret treasure through this window against the people below.
But what exactly was the secret treasure?
Liu Xuan turned his head. With the light filtering in through the window, he finally saw what lay on the floor.
It was a totem pole, with an eagle carved at the top.
Its wings were spread wide, and something resembling a necklace hung from them as though draped over a person’s shoulders.
Taking a closer look, Liu Xuan realized that the necklace’s main pendant was a sharp talon, curved like a barbed hook.
He took it down from the totem pole.
The instant he touched it, an eagle’s cry suddenly rang in his ears.
A single sentence was branded into his mind:
Go to the mountaintop!
Liu Xuan was stunned for a moment before lowering his gaze to the necklace in his hand:
【Eagle Spirit Token: A necessary item for unlocking the Shaman Eagle Spirit inheritance. Of course, because of the power it contains, some people also use it for other purposes.】
This thing wants me to go to the mountaintop?
But I’m not even a shaman, am I?

nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!

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