Oh?
Jiang Fan showed a hint of caution, "What is it?"
The Evil Spirit played with his words, "That girl in the blood skirt, you know her, right?"
"The daughter of the Demon Emperor, Liu Li." Jiang Fan's eyes flickered, "What about her?"
The Evil Spirit said, "She buried a top-grade magic sword and so personal Demon Race treasures in a certain place."
"Would you like to know where?"
Jiang Fan was taken aback.
Top-grade magic sword?
Liu Li, being a Demon Race, where did she get a top-grade magic sword?
Suddenly, he recalled Xu Qingyang's lost top-grade magic sword.
Initially, it was taken away by Jin Yunlie.
Afterward, Jin Yunlie was attacked and killed by the Demon Race.
Both he and the sword disappeared without a trace.
Now it seed that the demon kings who attacked Jin Yunlie were instructed by Liu Li, and that sword naturally fell into her hands.
To avoid attracting the Myriad Swords Sect's attention.
Before entering the Myriad Swords Sect, she buried the sword sowhere, which sounded quite reasonable.
Jiang Fan felt a montary temptation, then regained his clarity.
Leaving aside the fact that he already possessed a Spirit Sword, a top-grade magic sword would be a burden.
Moreover, Xu Qingyang had taught him the Sword Control Technique and favored Xu Yining.
How could he claim possession of the top-grade magic sword?
Even if he took a step back and considered, Xu Qingyang without his sword had significantly weakened.
The impending war between the Human Clan and the Demon Race.
In high-end battles, the Human Clan lacking a top-tier combatant would increase the chances of losing.
After a mont of thought, he said, "Lead the way!"
The top-grade magic sword, he did not need it.
However, Liu Li's personal Demon Race treasures that she couldn't bring into the Myriad Swords Sect, he was very interested in.
As the daughter of the Demon Emperor, she should have quite a few invaluable treasures on her, right?
"Heh heh, I knew you'd be interested."
"One hundred miles due south, there's a desolate mountain that looks like a brush holder."
"You better hurry up. This demoness will co back to retrieve her items once she catches her breath."
"If you happen to run into her, you'll be in big trouble."
Jiang Fan's expression changed slightly.
Imdiately he used his movent technique and swiftly left the Sword Forest.
Heading towards the mountain gate.
"Junior Brother Jiang!"
Qin Caihe returned from the sect's treasury.
Her face was beaming with joy.
Her master returned from Supre Elder Zhou Qidan and praised her greatly.
Also, he granted her an opportunity to go to the sect's treasury to choose a third-grade treasure.
She understood that this was thanks to Jiang Fan.
Feeling grateful, she saw Jiang Fan's figure darting swiftly in the distance.
She imdiately called out.
Jiang Fan had no ti to stop and talk, urgently saying, "Quickly notify Supre Elder Xu Qingyang."
"He can retrieve his sword one hundred kiloters due south."
In a mont, he disappeared.
Covering one hundred miles with Jiang Fan's full speed, he arrived within an hour.
Looking from afar.
Sure enough, there was an unremarkable, barren hill that looked like a brush holder.
The Evil Spirit said, "It's buried under a big rock at the top of the mountain."
After a pause, it said in a puzzled tone, "But, why did you notify the owner of the sword?"
"Isn't the top-grade magic sword stronger than the high-grade magic sword on your back?"
It found it difficult to understand.
It intended to give this boy a big gift.
Unexpectedly, he had no greed and inford the owner of the sword.
Jiang Fan made an excuse, "This sword belongs to the First Sword King of the Nine-Sect."
"I dare to take it, but I don't dare to use it."
"It's better to just take the demoness' personal treasures."
"As for inviting the sword's owner over, it's to be on the safe side. If the demoness returns with that fierce tiger, we'll at least have so help."
The Evil Spirit was silent for a mont.
After a while, it sighed deeply:
"If I had been as ticulous as you back then, I wouldn't have ended up like this."
Jiang Fan just chuckled.
If this Evil Spirit hadn't been ticulous in life, how could it have cultivated to the Late-stage Nascent Soul?
It would have died countless tis already.
It lost because of its greed.
"Let's dig up the treasure first," Jiang Fan reminded.
The Evil Spirit nodded, "Go to the middle of the mountain, there's a big black stone."
"The demoness buried the items under it."
Following its instructions, Jiang Fan flew to the top of the mountain.
Sure enough, he saw a black stone about the size of a millstone.
The soil around it showed faint signs of being disturbed.
It looked like the place where Liu Li hid her treasures.
However.
Jiang Fan did not rush forward imdiately.
He flicked his sleeves, and a large amount of Heavenly Mountain Silk flew out.
Under the enhancent of Spiritual Power, it beca as hard as iron, fiercely whipping the ground around the black stone.
The ground was marked with deep cuts as if soone had used their fingers to carve them.
Like a giant spider's web.
"It looks like there are no traps nearby."
Jiang Fan muttered to himself, "I just don't know if there are any under this black stone."
He flicked his sleeves again, and the Heavenly Mountain Silk tightly wrapped around the black stone.
He retreated behind a large stone nearby.
Only a pair of eyes showed as he pulled hard.
Creaaak——
The black stone was pulled away!
The spot where it had been resting suddenly shot out countless cold rays, like a torrential downpour, shooting in all directions.
Thud, thud, thud——
The large stone Jiang Fan was hiding behind was instantly hit by dozens of cold rays.
The huge stone was forcibly moved half a ter or more.
Narrowly missing pushing Jiang Fan off the cliff behind him.
After the cold rays disappeared.
Jiang Fan finally showed his head.
The scene was a ss.
All the vegetation had been severed by so unknown hidden weapons and had all rotted and turned black.
The large stone blocking the hidden weapons was riddled with dense black holes, like a beehive, emitting black smoke.
The Evil Spirit clicked its tongue, "My goodness."
"This demoness, though young, has a ruthless heart."
"A Mid-stage Jiedan Martial Artist hit by this would be severely injured if not dead."
"Lucky you're cautious, otherwise, you'd be in big trouble."
Jiang Fan covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve to avoid inhaling the unknown black smoke.
He coldly stared at the Black Mirror.
The Evil Spirit chuckled nervously, feeling guilty, "Don't look at like that."
"I only caught the thought of her hiding treasures here."
"I had no idea she left traps, truly."
"I never intended to harm you."
After a mont's thought.
Jiang Fan finally withdrew his gaze.
If the Evil Spirit really wanted to harm him, it could have told him a little later.
Letting him encounter Liu Li and the Sky-Devouring Tiger.
The traps were still in place, aning Liu Li hadn't arrived yet.
No ti to lose.
Jiang Fan cautiously walked over.
He found a dead snake's head under the stone.
Its mouth was filled with countless sharp teeth.
Just now, when the stone was moved, the snake's head was triggered, spitting out a barrage of poisonous teeth.
Carefully removing it.
Jiang Fan indeed found sothing under the snake's head.
It was a long cloth bag.
Opening the cloth bag.
The first thing he saw was an ancient bronze long sword.
Even through the hilt, the powerful pressure emitted made Jiang Fan feel a prickling sensation on his back.
"Sure enough, it's Xu Qingyang's top-grade magic sword."
Jiang Fan grabbed the sword and strapped it to his back.
Then he looked at the other items.
He found a red undergarnt.
He was stunned.
The so-called personal treasures, also hidden here?
Just this?
Just an undergarnt?
He was about to throw it away.
But then he thought again.
It didn't make sense. The items hidden here should be those that couldn't be brought into Myriad Swords City.
Things that could be easily identified as belonging to the Demon Race.
If it were rely an undergarnt, it wouldn't require such trouble.
Could it be that this undergarnt held so secret?
As he thought about it, the Evil Spirit let out a low cry:
"My goodness, boy, you've struck it rich!"
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