Inside the Zhuangyuan Bookstore, after Qin Mu watched the Ruyi Jingu Bang dissolve into a bubble and disappear, he summoned the game warehouse named 'Qiankun Realm.'
The exterior of the Qiankun Realm was a dusty, semi-transparent frame, filled entirely with storage slots — nine across and eleven rows down.
Among these ninety-nine storage slots, aside from the first slot which had already been emptied, every other slot was filled with cheaply rendered VIP Gift Packs, glimmering with a chaotic mess of light effects!
At this moment, a string of notification messages appeared before him.
（Notice 1: Currently, only one innate supreme treasure may be held at a time. Only by raising the held supreme treasure to Level 100 can a second one be held.）
（Notice 2: There is no level cap for innate supreme treasures, but each one possesses its own unique traits and upgrade requirements.）
（Notice 3: All innate supreme treasures possess spirituality, and will by default recognize the player as their master. No matter how vast and unfathomable their power, they will never harm the player.）
After reading through this information, Qin Mu silently closed the Qiankun Realm.
Now that the might of the Ruyi Jingu Bang had already been displayed before the eyes of the disciples and members of the Misty Sect, all he needed to do next was wait quietly.
As a Great Sect, the Misty Sect should be able to raise the Ruyi Jingu Bang's level to one hundred fairly quickly!
Once the Ruyi Jingu Bang reached Level 100, he would be able to open the second Gift Pack from the Qiankun Realm.
Qin Mu was immensely curious as to exactly which supreme treasure would come next.
The Pangu Banner?
The Sky-Opening Axe?
Or perhaps some supreme treasure whose name he had never even heard of.
As for the feedback that would come from the Ruyi Jingu Bang's upgrades, he already had it all figured out.
In order to make sure that whoever obtained this innate supreme treasure — whether a person or a power — would spare no effort to level it up, he had already come to an agreement with the Ruyi Jingu Bang.
For every ten levels it gained, it would grant the other party one instance of feedback.
The remaining nine instances of feedback would be intercepted by him.
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Zhang Qianren had joined the Misty Sect at the age of twelve, and had now been cultivating for eighty-one years.
Though his aptitude was thoroughly mediocre, in his youth he too had once fantasized about possessing fortune reaching the heavens, and effortlessly achieving Ascension to become an Immortal.
The reason traced back to when he was seven or eight years old — a down-on-his-luck Daoist had told him that this life of his carried deep fortune, and he had firmly believed this ever since.
Especially after his Spiritual Root was detected the year he turned twelve, this belief had been magnified countless times over.
Yet, no matter what, his fortune had remained thoroughly mediocre ever since.
And everything he had experienced over these past several decades had long since made him see reality clearly.
He understood quite well that he was nothing more than an ordinary person among the multitudes.
The greatest fortune of his entire life was likely just this: having a Spiritual Root, and being accepted into the Misty Sect.
Not long ago, Zhang Qianren had even considered that if he still failed to break through the Foundation Establishment Stage and reach the Core Formation Stage by the age of one hundred, he would request a transfer to a Mortal city, and spend his remaining twenty years of Lifespan raising the next generation.
But at this moment, as he quietly sensed the cold Embroidery Needle in his palm, the long-withered aspiration for the Immortal Path stirred once more, surging back to life within him.
The naive fantasies of his youth rose up in his mind, one after another.
"Undying, unaging... eternal life without end!"
He murmured these words under his breath, and his eyes, long turbid, gradually began to brighten.
"So this is where the greatest fortune of this old man's life was meant to be found!"
As this thought surfaced in his mind, Zhang Qianren subconsciously took a deep breath, gripping the Embroidery Needle-sized Ruyi Jingu Bang tightly in his hand.
He understood well the principle of not flaunting one's wealth.
In the first half of his life, he had seen more than enough of cultivators turning on one another over even the smallest advantage.
And this exotic treasure, hailed as an "innate supreme treasure," was clearly the most precious treasure under the heavens!
If word got out that this exotic treasure had fallen into his hands, then no matter how vast the realm was, there would no longer be any safe place left for him.
Although the disciples aboard the Immortal Boat below were still only at the Qi Refining Stage, he didn't dare let his guard down even slightly.
He took several deep breaths, until his mentality steadied, and his Expression returned to its usual stern look.
Then, brow furrowed, he slowly returned to the Immortal Boat.
The moment his feet touched down, the disciples who had come with him swarmed over at once.
"Deacon, why did that exotic treasure suddenly vanish just now?"
"Deacon, where did those nine pillars of light go?"
"Deacon, did you obtain that exotic treasure?"
Zhang Qianren listened to their clamoring questions with an unchanging expression, saying nothing at all — only his face grew darker and darker.
Only once the noisy voices had gradually died down did he say coldly, "Keep asking, why'd you stop?"
"Every one of you is so restless and impatient — how do you expect to cultivate the Immortal Path like this?"
Hearing his reprimand, the disciples all lowered their heads, faces full of shame.
"Hmph!"
Zhang Qianren gave a cold snort, then, brow furrowed, offered an explanation: "This old man doesn't know why that exotic treasure suddenly disappeared either. Just as I reached out to touch it, everything before my eyes dissolved into a bubble and vanished."
Having said this, his brow furrowed even deeper.
"This old man suspects that everything we just witnessed was merely the Anomalies that occurred when the exotic treasure was born, and that this exotic treasure may very well still be buried deep within the East Sea."
Upon hearing these words, quite a few of them had their eyes light up.
If it was still at the seabed, didn't that mean they too still had a chance to obtain it?
Zhang Qianren saw through their thoughts at a glance, and immediately spoke up: "As the saying goes, when an exotic treasure falls from the heavens, it belongs to whoever is destined to find it. This old man won't stop any of you from diving into the sea to search for it — you may all set your minds at ease."
"But this matter must be reported to the Sect as quickly as possible. After all, within the vast East Sea, aside from the Dragon Lord, there are also many great demons — if any of them were to obtain that exotic treasure, it would be extremely unfavorable for Guanhai City and for the Sect alike!"
"What's more, Guanhai City also houses a branch of the Great Yu Dynasty Court's Demon Suppression Division. On the surface, their duty is to slay demons and eliminate evil, but in secret, they're also tasked with monitoring our Misty Sect and the Dragon Lord of the East Sea."
"Word of this exotic treasure will reach the Great Yu Dynasty Court's ears before long."
"If the Imperial Court gets its hands on this exotic treasure, life will only grow harder for us Immortal Sects from here on."
Having said this much, he turned to look at a woman standing on his left, instructing her, "Lin Yun, I'll leave it to you to notify the Sect."
Lin Yun had a youthful appearance, her Hair Bun piled up high, with several golden hairpins tucked into it.
She wore a snow-white long dress, its hem embroidered with intricate patterns in gold thread, a sheer wrap of gauze draped over her shoulders.
Her high nose bridge often gave others the impression of someone coldly beautiful yet resolute.
Among those who had come from the Misty Sect this time, she was the only Inner Sect Disciple.
Earlier, while the others had hurriedly bombarded him with questions, she alone had stood calmly to the side.
The moment Zhang Qianren finished speaking, she immediately cupped her hands in acknowledgment.
Zhang Qianren then looked toward the others.
Aside from Lin Yun, there were six others before him, all of them men.
"Zhao Qian, you'll stay in charge of maintaining the 'Ascension Ceremony.' The rest of you, come with me down into the sea to search for that exotic treasure!"
The man named 'Zhao Qian' was a young man with an honest and simple face.
The moment Zhang Qianren finished speaking, his expression couldn't help but shift.
His lips moved as if he wanted to refuse — after all, this exotic treasure belonged to whoever was destined to find it.
Perhaps he himself was that destined person?
But the gazes of those around him had all turned cold at that moment, and even Zhang Qianren's Expression had grown stern.
In the end, all Zhao Qian could do was let out a soft sigh and say, dejectedly, "This Disciple obeys."
The moment he said this, the gazes of his fellow disciples around him immediately softened, and a few of them even spoke up to comfort him.
Even Zhang Qianren's stern Expression eased, and he said gently, "Don't worry. Once the Sect sends people over, this old man will personally see to it that you're credited for your efforts. The Sect won't overlook the contribution of any Disciple."
Zhang Qianren's words put Zhao Qian's heart considerably at ease, and he hastily offered his thanks in a respectful tone.
"Thank you, Deacon."
Zhang Qianren nodded lightly, then, along with the other five, took to sword riding and soared into the sky, speeding off out of Guanhai City.
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