After successfully obtaining the storage bag that had fallen on the shore of Fahai, Wu Laoliu scanned it with his divine sense and was overjoyed.
"It's definitely more reliable to pick up the scraps; the idea of not going into high-level games was the right one."
Just as Wu Laoliu was about to leave, Fahai, who could no longer bear it, coughed a few times and said intermittently, "Esteemed benefactor, this humble monk is nearing his end. I still have more than a dozen storage bags on me, which are destined to be yours. Please come and take them."
Wu Laoliu was immediately startled: "Young master, haven't you died peacefully yet?"
Fahai: "Benefactor, this humble monk is about to pass away. Keeping the storage bag on my body is useless. Why not give it all to you as a way to form a good karmic connection?"
Upon hearing this, Wu Laoliu shook his head and said, "That's not a good idea. People are never satisfied. I'll just take one and not take the rest."
Fahai cursed inwardly, "Why isn't this old man taking the bait? Hurry up and come over here!"
"Ahem, benefactor, the storage bag I carry is for you. If you do not take it, Buddha will surely punish you, and your whole family will suffer a terrible death."
Wu Laoliu: "???"
"I really intend to leave the storage bag to you. It's right here in my arms. Come on, take it. It's all yours."
Wu Laoliu thought for a moment and nodded, saying, "What the young master said makes sense. You're about to die, and if I don't take this storage bag, someone else will. I'll just reluctantly accept it."
Upon hearing this, Fahai's lips curled into a slight smile: "Hmph, the fat sheep is about to take the bait."
However, the next moment, Wu Laoliu twisted the mechanism of the bamboo stick, and the bamboo stick grew another ten feet, extending to Fahai's body and starting to plunder.
"Damn, how come this old sixth brother is so professional?"
Fahai felt a pang of sorrow and cried out, "Benefactor, can't you just come and take it directly? If you keep stabbing me like this, I won't be able to die in peace!"
Wu Laoliu: "No need, I'll just take some from afar. If I can't find any, I won't lose anything."
Fahai: "Should I say something like 'Ma Mai Pi'?"
Soon, the other two storage bags on Fahai's body fell down the bamboo pole into Wu Laoliu's arms.
"Alright, little master, this is enough. You can leave the extra storage bags to other people who are destined to receive them."
"Benefactor, can't you finish what you started?"
"Know when to stop. Taking too much makes me uneasy. Let's leave it at that."
Seeing that Wu Laoliu was about to leave, Fahai became anxious: "Benefactor, this humble monk has a secret."
"What secret?"
"This humble monk has a bar of soap in his pocket, which is an imperial-grade spiritual artifact."
"Soap? What's that?"
"This is it."
As he spoke, Fahai laboriously pulled out the bar of soap that Shen Zhao had given him that day from his pocket.
“Benefactor, this soap is no ordinary product. It has four different scents on its four sides, which will give you a refreshing feeling of being bathed in spiritual energy.”
"Really? If it's true, then it really is an Emperor-grade spiritual artifact."
"If you don't believe me, smell it. I guarantee it's louder than a fart."
"Shall I smell it?"
"Smell it!"
Wu Laoliu carefully used a bamboo pole to hook the soap into his hand, examined it for a while, and then tentatively smelled it.
"Yeah, it definitely smells better than farts."
The refreshing aroma made Wu Laoliu look radiant.
After taking three or four inhalations, I suddenly felt drowsy.
The next moment, Wu Laoliu collapsed to the ground with a "thud" and lost consciousness.
"snort!"
Seeing that Wu Laoliu had fallen for the trick, Fahai immediately stood up.
"No man can resist the allure of soap, not even Lao Liu."
After saying that, he thoroughly examined Wu Laoliu's entire body, even taking off his underwear.
It took a lot of effort to lure this guy into the trap, so Fahai naturally harbored resentment.
After dealing with Wu Laoliu, Fahai held the storage bag in his hand, looked at the still turbulent fighting scene in the distance, and looked for his next target.
...
The Four Extremes Mountain Secret Realm is a scene of intense battles and chaos, with tens of thousands of people fighting each other, a sight that gets the blood pumping.
On the other side, Shen Zhao and Ding Bu'er presented a completely different picture.
Shen Zhao sat on an empty field in the wilderness, closing his eyes and trying to open up the second Qi Sea in his body.
However, half an hour later, Shen Zhao gave up in despair.
It's not difficult to open up another Yuan Dan from the Qi Sea; the difficulty lies in the fact that the internal energy of the Yuan Dan simply cannot withstand the assimilation speed of spiritual energy.
The dantian and qi sea are slightly full, but once the spiritual energy in the primordial core is guided there, it is like a flood or a ferocious beast, instantly and completely submerging the newly opened qi sea.
After several attempts, Shen Zhao realized that this method alone would not work, so he could only temporarily calm himself down and stare blankly into the distance.
"Uncle Chen, what's wrong with you? You've been making a scene these past few days."
"Sigh, the spiritual energy within my body is hard to control."
Upon hearing this, Ding Bu'er casually replied, "If it's hard to control, then don't control it. It's not a big deal. As long as it doesn't harm you, just let it do whatever it wants. At worst, it can just break through and penetrate."
"What did you say?"
These words were like a wake-up call, and Shen Zhao immediately grabbed Ding Bu'er.
Ding Bu'er was startled and asked in confusion, "What did I say?"
"You're saying we don't need to specifically control the spiritual energy, and can just let it flow through?"
Ding Bu'er nodded: "Master Chen, don't get agitated, I was just saying it casually."
Shen Zhao took a deep breath, carefully recalled the situation, and nodded, saying, "That's right. I directly penetrated the newly opened Qi Sea from the inside out, and the spiritual energy could flow in and out in an orderly manner without worrying about being devoured. Moreover, the true energy would become more and more refined as the spiritual energy circulated."
Thinking of this, Shen Zhao entered a meditative state again without saying a word.
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