Shen Yuan's nonchalant attitude made Fu Hua think that this drop of spiritual liquid was not worth much.

But seeing his nephew, who was unruly before, now had a submissive look on his face, Fu Hua already had the answer in his mind.

This drop of spiritual liquid must be extremely valuable.

Fu Hua actually didn’t care much about the value of the spiritual liquid. He was more concerned about the attitude shown by Shen Yuan.

Being able to casually give away such precious spiritual liquid, even if the value of the spiritual liquid is not great to Shen Yuan, it still represents Shen Yuan's recognition of the Fu family.

The smile on his face became even brighter. Fu Hua raised the gift box in his hand high and said respectfully:

"I came here this time to present Mr. Shen with the spiritual object I promised him before."

Shen Yuan's eyes swept across the several exquisite gift boxes in Fu Hua's hands, and his expression became a little strange.

In fact, as far as spiritual objects for opening up storage space are concerned, Shen Yuan no longer lacks them after his trip to Dongting Lake.

Although Shen Yuan did not collect them deliberately, just the two stone boxes were enough to make several storage rings.

In addition, the huge dragon corpse in the space box is a rare treasure in the early stage of the return of the spiritual energy tide.

The dragon's flesh and blood can be used to refine pills and make medicinal foods, and the dragon scales all over its body are genuine third-level spiritual objects, which are more than enough to be used to make storage tools.

He opened his mouth to refuse, but his eyes met Fu Hua's face full of expectation. Shen Yuan thought about it and took back his words of refusal.

I still need the Fu family's help to find some information from ten thousand years ago. Some profitable exchanges would make the Fu family feel more at ease.

"In that case, I'll take it."

Shen Yuan nodded, and with his index finger he lightly moved the space to lift several gift boxes in the air and prepare to deliver them to the room.

Seeing this, Fu Hua quickly said:

"Mr. Shen, let me introduce you to the origins of these spiritual objects."

Seeing this, Shen Yuan did not refuse and let the gift boxes float in the air.

Fu Hua quickly opened the first gift box, and saw inside it a piece of exquisitely cut white jade.

"This is a spiritual stone I bought at an auction. It is said that it can only be produced in the core of a spiritual vein. Here, when the spiritual veins are scarce at the beginning of the spiritual energy tide, one spiritual stone can supply an ordinary practitioner with a month's worth of spiritual energy."

Xue Mingzhi, who had just put the spiritual liquid into a jade bottle, felt his face flushed when he saw his uncle showing off his knowledge.

The value of the spirit stones in the early stage of the spiritual energy tide is indeed very high, but even if all the spiritual energy in them is extracted, it is still less than one percent of the spiritual energy concentration in the courtyard where Shen Yuan is.

Spirit stones may have some value to other people, but to Shen Yuan they are completely useless.

Xue Mingzhi almost had the urge to take Fu Hua away quickly to prevent him from staying here and continuing to embarrass himself.

But contrary to Xue Mingzhi's expectations, Shen Yuan did not show any impatience or disgust. On the contrary, he seemed to be listening attentively, which made Xue Mingzhi feel a little relieved and he couldn't help but sigh.

"As expected of a hermit, he did not show any dissatisfaction even when faced with such a lowly gift. His character and conduct are definitely beyond the reach of ordinary people."

However, what Xue Mingzhi didn't know was that Shen Yuan's attitude was not really to give face to Fu Hua, but it was the first time he saw the spirit stone.

Although the concentration of spiritual energy in the spirit stone is far less than that of the natural spirit pool, Shen Yuan is still quite curious about it as a well-known currency in the cultivation world.

Seeing Shen Yuan's reaction, Fu Hua quickly opened the second gift box and said:

"This piece is a treasure from the mountains of Yunfu, Yunfu red sandalwood.

If you light this thing and place it in a quiet room, it will help you calm your mind and focus your attention.”

These words startled the Maine Coon cat that was about to sleep soundly under the tree, and it subconsciously looked up at the Yunfu rosewood that Fu Hua had brought it.

Compared to the one for the Maine Coon cat, this piece of Yunfu rosewood is only as thick as an index finger and is relatively small, not even enough to make a storage ring.

But looking at Fu Hua's proud look, it was obvious that he had spent a lot of money to buy it.

Shen Yuan didn't want to criticize Fu Hua, so he just nodded and commented, "Not bad."

Fu Hua then opened several gift boxes one after another. They contained some small and exquisite spiritual objects, which were not of much value.

While displaying the spiritual objects, Fu Hua paid attention to the expression on Shen Yuan's face, and vaguely guessed in his heart that these spiritual objects would not satisfy Shen Yuan.

The superficial nod was probably just out of politeness.

Thinking of this, Fu Hua gritted his teeth and swept past the remaining gift boxes and walked to the last gift box.

Reaching out to open the gift box which was carved from solid wood, Fu Hua showed Shen Yuan what was inside.

"This thing is a biography that is said to have been passed down from ten thousand years ago."

Upon hearing this, Shen Yuan, who had been careless at first, immediately looked into the wooden box.

The book seemed to be made of some animal skin. After so many years, it had become badly damaged and even the contents on it could barely be seen.

Fu Hua carefully picked up the book and handed it to Shen Yuan.

Raising his hand to take it, Shen Yuan identified the name on it and subconsciously whispered:

"Travels in the Eastern Yi."

"This is a travelogue written by a man named Dong Yi Taoist. I specifically verified it through various channels, but did not find this Dong Yi Taoist in the relevant history from ten thousand years ago.

Perhaps this Dongyi Taoist was not well-known and therefore was not recorded, but it is also possible that this Dongyi Taoist was a completely fictional character, and the content in the travel notes was also the hysteria of later generations. "

“The animal hide used to record this travel journal should also be specially processed and preserved pack animal hide. Practitioners rarely use this type of ordinary leather for recording.

In addition, the content is too fanciful, so I tend to think that Dongyi Taoist is a hysterical figure created by later generations. "

"The authenticity of this travelogue is questionable and should not have been given to Mr. Shen. But considering Mr. Shen's extensive knowledge, he might be able to figure out something from it."

Fu Hua slowly talked about the issues in this volume of "Travels to the Eastern Yi", but Shen Yuan became very interested in this travelogue.

I reached out and flipped through it. Just as Fu Hua said, the content of "Travels to the Eastern Yi" was extremely imaginative.

In the book, a guy who called himself Dongyi Taoist once said that he encountered the gates of the underworld opened wide at Mount Tai, and millions of ghosts and gods came out to offer sacrifices to the Lord of Mount Tai.

Also in a place called Yingyue Mountain, an immortal from the Moon Palace was seen descending to the world and preaching to the creatures in the mountains.

He also once stepped into a forbidden place on earth, and saw an old but immortal god of longevity in a tomb, which aroused people's evil thoughts, set off endless wars and devastated the earth, just to enter the world to avoid the calamity.

Even Shen Yuan couldn't help but feel shocked after reading the various wonderful words in the book.

But if you carefully ponder some of the information, you will find that there is some rationality in this seemingly absurd myth.

After just a brief reading, Shen Yuan couldn't help but become addicted to it.

When Shen Yuan turned to the last page of "Travels in Dongyi", he suddenly saw a story that he was very familiar with.

The Dongyi Taoist crossed the Dongting Lake and broke into the swirling clouds. He discussed Taoism with the Yunmeng Dragon King for three days. In the dream of the mirage dragon, he experienced all kinds of worldly things and finally broke through the karma in his heart.

This story is almost identical to the drama "The Exiled Immortal Asks for the Way" that Shen Yuan had seen in Yunmeng Village.

The moment he saw this story, Shen Yuan determined that this volume of "Travels in Dongyi" had great value.

Even if some of the stories are fabricated, they must have been modified based on myths and legends that have been circulated thousands of years ago, and are not completely false stories.

However, after reading it, there was only one thing that puzzled Shen Yuan. That is, according to the logic of the story of the Dongyi Taoist, "The Exiled Immortal Asks for the Way" should be regarded as the starting point of the entire "Dongyi Travels".

But for some reason, the author put this story, which should have appeared in the first part of the travelogue, in the last part.

It just left a little doubt in his mind. With insufficient information, Shen Yuan did not think about the reason behind it. Instead, he took the "Travels in Dongyi" and said to Fu Hua:

“I am very satisfied with this one.”

The nervousness on Fu Hua's face immediately turned into a smile, and he bowed repeatedly and said:

"Your satisfaction is the best compliment to me."

Shen Yuan thought for a moment, then flicked his index finger and a spiritual mineral in a gift box flew into the air.

This spiritual ore, called cold iron ore, is just the most basic first-grade ore. It can barely be used to refine some weak magical tools and is not considered a precious item.

Then, with a thought in mind, a tiny crack in space cut the cold iron ore under the control of Shen Yuan's mind. The ore that had not undergone any smelting and carving was easily cut into two rings.

The spatial rhythm of Hu Tian's magical power penetrated into the cold iron ore, and two storage rings less than one cubic meter in size were completed and fell in front of Fu Hua.

Fu Hua subconsciously took the two rings and looked at Shen Yuan with a puzzled look.

In his eyes, the two rings were nothing more than the products of rough disassembly of ore, and one could even see some rough marks of unpolished stone on the surface.

"Let him try!"

Fu Hua was not a cultivator who could not use the storage ring, so Shen Yuan casually pointed to Xue Mingzhi who was standing beside him.

Xue Mingzhi couldn't wait to pick up a ring and subconsciously poured his spiritual thoughts into it. Then his consciousness suddenly sank into a space.

"This is a storage ring!"

Even though he was mentally prepared, Xue Mingzhi still couldn't help but exclaim in disbelief.

Fu Hua was also shocked. After coming into contact with various spiritual objects over the past few days, he already knew how precious storage devices were. Even if the total value of the spiritual objects he brought today was added together, they were not as valuable as a storage device.

Shen Yuan originally said that he would use storage equipment for trading, but Fu Hua thought that this would be a long process.

He didn't expect that just the things he brought for the first time could be exchanged for precious storage equipment.

"This is your reward. Next time, you don't need to bring these ordinary spiritual objects. You can exchange them for some spiritual plant seeds.

As for books about information from ten thousand years ago, we must try our best to collect them, regardless of whether they are true or false."

Shen Yuan gave the order casually.

"My Fu family will do our best to collect what Mr. Shen needs." Fu Hua's eyes lit up and he looked extremely excited.

Shen Yuan nodded and was about to let the Maine Coon see the guest off. He wanted to spend some time carefully studying the "Travels in Dongyi" to see if he could find some information about hidden achievements in it.

But as his mind turned, Shen Yuan suddenly thought of another urgent matter, so he asked:

"When you were buying spiritual objects, did you ever see books on magic, techniques, and the art of cultivating immortals?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Hua immediately looked embarrassed and said:

"These books are the inheritances of major sects and families. Unless they are incomplete books or looted from other sects and families, they will not be easily shown to others."

Shen Yuan looked somewhat disappointed.

At this moment, Xue Mingzhi on the side suddenly spoke.

"I do have a way that may help Mr. Shen obtain these cultivation books."

Shen Yuan raised his eyebrows and asked, "What method?"

"Mr. Shen, have you ever heard of the Dao Forum?"