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Ye Xingchen began to recount his experiences in the ruins, sharing the heart-stopping moments and breathtaking treasures that unfolded before Shen Zheng's eyes.
He then took out a treasure from the ruins, a ten-thousand-year-old elixir that emitted a faint glow, as if it contained boundless life force. The magical scriptures he displayed evoked a sense of reverence; they were of the Sacred Tier, far beyond the Earth Tier low-grade techniques that Shen Zheng had mastered.
As Shen Zheng gazed at the treasures on the table, a flicker of astonishment and envy crossed his eyes. He understood the value of the ten-thousand-year spirit medicine, which could rival an eighth-grade pill. If refined by an alchemist, it might even yield a pseudo-ninth-grade pill.
The magical scriptures stirred a longing within him. Yet, faced with such abundant rewards, Shen Zheng found himself at a loss for how to proceed.
Noticing his hesitation, Ye Xingchen smiled and said, "In this expedition to the ruins, I owe much to you, Brother Shen. These treasures are just a fraction of what we found. Once we locate the genius who can repair the Puppet, we will have access to countless treasures from the ruins."
"What about these treasures? How shall we divide them?" Shen Zheng asked, his heart filled with joy at Ye Xingchen's words, though he maintained a serious demeanor. "Brother Ye, we had an agreement: I take three parts and you take seven. How can I take what belongs to you?"
Ye Xingchen knew well Shen Zheng's character. He smiled and replied, "There’s no need for such formality, Brother Shen. Let’s split this time fifty-fifty, and next time we can revert to three-seven. With that said, Ye Xingchen left behind the treasures and swiftly flew toward the direction of the Ye Family Ancestor."
Shen Zheng looked at the treasures before him, feeling a surge of emotions. He quickly called for the family head, Shen Guanghao, to share Ye Xingchen's generosity and their findings from the ruins.
Upon hearing this, Shen Guanghao was equally astonished. He understood the value of these treasures and appreciated Ye Xingchen's friendship even more.
Returning to the familiar yet tranquil courtyard, Ye Xingchen unconsciously lightened his steps as if afraid to disturb this rare peace.
Surveying his surroundings, everything seemed normal; under the eaves of the Ye Family Ancestor's residence, there was no sign of the usual clamor and chaos—a good omen indicating that the family had not encountered any recent turmoil or upheaval.
However, for Ye Xingchen, this tranquility was more than just comforting. After that harrowing experience in the ruins, his mindset had quietly transformed.
Initially seeking only to live freely after his arrival in this world, he had witnessed too many powerful corpses in that ancient and mysterious Puppet Holy Sect. He had experienced firsthand the despair and helplessness brought on by vast disparities in strength. All of this led him to a deeper understanding of his own abilities and an urgent desire for improvement.
He knew that in this continent where strength reigned supreme, only by continuously enhancing his own power could he navigate this boundless land and protect himself and those he cared about from harm.
Across vast stretches of land where winds stirred up clouds of dust like snowdrifts, a young man in white raced forward like an arrow released from its bow.
With a tall figure reminiscent of a pine tree and striking features exuding an extraordinary aura, he was none other than Lu Tianming, Ye Xingchen's prized disciple.
Under Ye Xingchen's careful guidance and through the profound teachings of the Reincarnation Scripture, Lu Tianming had transformed significantly; his strength had reached the pinnacle of Celestial Being.
As he sped forward now, one thought consumed him: to avenge his family against the Li Family.
A year ago, driven by selfish desires, the Li Family had mercilessly slaughtered Lu Tianming’s family, leaving him homeless and wandering. This blood feud was etched into his heart; he could never forget it.
With each stride Lu Tianming took in his furious dash, his aura grew sharper—like a sword drawn from its sheath—aimed directly at the Li Family.
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