“What is it?”
Xu Mu looked at Chen Xuan and asked.
Fu Jinyu beside him also looked at Chen Xuan, surprised that he was quite clever, not fully revealing everything.
“He said that in the cave earlier, there were many spirit stones. Since the inner realm people who broke in knew nothing about formations, they didn’t take them.”
Chen Xuan paused for a moment and then added, “But when I went there, I found that the spirit stones had all been taken away.”
“Haha! Don’t worry, I took them all.”
Xu Mu laughed and patted Chen Xuan on the shoulder.
“You took all of them?”
Chen Xuan asked in surprise.
“What’s wrong?”
Xu Mu was a little curious.
“He said that a few of those spirit stones had maps on them, showing a location with a ruin—another treasure stash of the Nine Li tribe.”
Chen Xuan explained.
Hearing this, Xu Mu finally looked enlightened. No wonder Chen Xuan had glanced at Li Shuangshuang earlier to ask if Xu Mu wanted him to speak directly.
So there was something this important involved.
“Don’t worry, I cleaned out every single spirit stone inside,”
Xu Mu said with a smile. “When I get back, I’ll take all the spirit stones out and find the ones with the maps. After we rest up a bit, we can go find the treasure.”
“Good.”
Chen Xuan nodded with a smile.
Fu Jinyu also showed excitement in her eyes. Although this trip didn’t yield treasure, it was significant for her.
She had sparred with so many experts, stabilizing her cultivation. Fighting powerful opponents truly helped her improve faster.
…
With this matter settled, Xu Mu piloted the helicopter back. He dropped Fu Jinyy off not far from her territory.
Then he returned to Jiang City with Chen Xuan.
By the time they arrived, it was already getting dark.
Xu Mu parked the car at the Xu Estate and immediately drove his other car back to the villa.
After arriving there, he first used his perception to scan the surroundings.
He didn’t see any suspicious individuals.
Liang Yi had already left, so Wang Hun surely knew by now that Xu Mu hadn’t died.
Still, the ninth-grade formation here was no joke. If anyone dared to come, they wouldn’t escape.
Walking into his villa, he found everyone there.
“Bro-in-law! You’re back!”
Ye Yu rushed over first and hugged Xu Mu.
[Affection +10]
“Brother, from now on, I can come here for dinner every day.”
Dai Xingluo also gave a gentle smile.
[Affection +10]
From far off, Ye Tong showed an increase in affection as well.
“Huh? What’s going on?”
Xu Mu looked puzzled.
“Honey, the other villa next door was empty anyway, so I let Wanyue and Xingluo move in there,”
Ye Tong said, walking over with a smile. “And Bai Yi too.”
“I see,”
Xu Mu nodded lightly. “That’s totally fine.”
Then Xu Mu sat down on the couch and looked at Xu Ningbing. “Sis, why are you here too?”
“Since you’ve dealt with the Demon Sword Sect matter, I thought we could head over to the Cui family again tomorrow,”
Xu Ningbing said, turning to look at Xu Mu.
“Oh crap?”
Xu Mu’s mind instantly jumped to Xia Chuan when he heard the word “Demon Sword Sect.”
Xia Chuan had told Xu Mu about that location before, hoping Xu Mu would lend a hand.
But after Xu Mu took control of the formation, he’d rushed straight to the second level and rescued Zhang Yinqiang and the others.
He’d completely forgotten about Xia Chuan.
“What’s wrong?”
Xu Ningbing asked, puzzled.
“Nothing, nothing,”
Xu Mu waved his hand. It wasn’t like he and Xia Chuan were that close anyway. If they ever met again, he’d just say he passed out and was rescued by some senior disciple.
After the meal, Xu Mu gave the remaining formation keys to Xu Ningbing, Ye Yu, and Bai Yi.
Since they hadn’t been there last time, this was a good chance.
Tong Guoguo, Meng Wanyue, and Dai Xingluo headed back into the underground formation.
For the past few days, they’d been fighting nonstop, especially with Tong Guoguo as their excellent teacher.
Xu Mu also followed them into the underground illusion array. He walked to the edge and unloaded all the spirit stones he’d collected this time.
He inspected each one and, sure enough, found that some had man-made etchings on them.
Moreover, these markings were all jumbled up—if someone found one or two engraved stones, they’d just think they were random scratches and not associate them with a map.
While Xu Mu was busy, Ye Yu and Bai Yi walked over.
“Bro-in-law, what are you doing?”
Ye Yu called out from a distance.
Xu Mu turned his head, smiling. “The two of you came just in time. Hand you a puzzle.”
He laid out the twenty-plus spirit stones on the ground, all lined up. “Piece together these scratches into a complete map.”
“That’s easy,”
Ye Yu said, staring down at the brick-like stones. “Bai Yi, come help.”
“Sure.”
Bai Yi nodded.
After a short while, the two of them had pieced together the map.
“Bro-in-law, what map is this? I can’t read it at all,”
Ye Yu said, looking down at the pattern on the ground.
Xu Mu also looked at the map below, stroking his chin as he pondered. “This should be an ancient map, because modern construction has destroyed a lot of the original terrain, causing discrepancies. But that should be the Yellow River.”
As he spoke, he took out his phone and opened a map app. Since he had a reference point, it would be easier to locate.
For now, all he could confirm was that this ruin was in the northern part of the Central Plains, but the exact location was hard to pinpoint.
He first took a photo of the map with his phone and sent it to Fu Jinyu and Chen Xuan, asking them to study it as well.
Anyway, there was no rush to head over there.
…
That night, after Xu Mu and Ye Tong had a deep exchange, he started drawing lottery pulls.
He had accumulated enough for two ten-pulls.
Xu Mu directly initiated them. This time, what he obtained should have originally belonged to Ye Chen.
He couldn’t help but think—having a high destiny level really paid off. It felt like these so-called opportunities were all prepared for him.
[Ding! Congratulations, host has received 30 cultivation points.]
[Ding! Congratulations, host has received 20 attribute points.]
[Ding! Congratulations, host has received a storage space.]
Xu Mu nodded to himself. Only now did he realize the usefulness of a storage space.
This thing had to be big; otherwise, if he encountered a large amount of treasure in the future, he wouldn’t be able to take it all.
[Ding! Congratulations, host has received 30 cultivation points.]
…
[Ding! Congratulations, host has received 20 attribute points.]
The first ten-pull ended. Aside from the storage space, everything else was just the guaranteed minimum, and that was exactly what Xu Mu wanted.
He immediately started the second ten-pull.
[Ding! Congratulations, host has received 30 cultivation points.]
[Ding! Congratulations, host has received 10 kilograms of spiritual stones.]
“Damn it, junk again,” Xu Mu cursed inwardly.
He had just acquired several tons of spiritual stones, and now this didn’t even amount to a fraction of that.
[Ding! Congratulations, host has received a divine-tier ability: Level Two Focus.]
Seeing this, Xu Mu nodded to himself. “Good stuff.”
[Ding! Congratulations, the host has received a Hall-level Health Massage Certificate.]
Xu Mu: “?”
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