Chapter 39

Qin Sang was secretly puzzled. The Yanluo Banner, Zihun Ling, and Wumu Sword were all weapons of cultivators, yet they had completely different methods of use.

Is the Zihun Ling a high-grade magical artifact? What grade is it?

Putting down the Yanluo Banner, Qin Sang shifted his gaze to the sheepskin and the seven-colored brocade pouch.

To his disappointment, the sheepskin was the same as before. No matter whether he used his divine sense or spiritual energy, they would pass through it directly, just like any ordinary object, a mere piece of skin.

Qin Sang didn't have high hopes for the seven-colored brocade pouch either, but to his surprise, as soon as his divine sense entered the pouch, there was a 'boom,' and a strange space appeared before his eyes.

Qin Sang was secretly amazed. When he had touched the pouch with his spiritual energy before, there had been no reaction at all. It turned out to be a magical artifact of the Immortals!

This space wasn't very large, filled with various items. This must be a storage bag.

Qin Sang scanned the area, and the most eye-catching things were the two small piles of gold and silver, shimmering and reflecting each other.

With just these gold and silver, even if Qin Sang were a mortal, he would be from a wealthy family.

Strangely, next to the gold and silver were not jade or jewels, but a few scattered stones. These stones were different in color but similar in other aspects. Some were yellow, some blue, and some were a deep red, with no impurities, very peculiar.

Qin Sang counted them, and there were only eight in total.

Apart from these, there were some mundane items for daily life, even pots, bowls, and seasonings, none of which seemed like something a cultivator would have.

As he examined each item, Qin Sang became increasingly disappointed. In the end, only a few books and an empty wooden box remained in the corner.

One of the old books looked very ancient, with four characters on the cover: Song Family Genealogy.

Could this be the genealogy of the young sword-wielder?

Qin Sang thought to himself, so the young man's surname is Song. He wondered if the genealogy contained the young man's address or the location of the Song family ancestral temple, which he could visit to deliver a message in the future.

The other book was called the *Xuanyin Manual*, and the last one had no characters on its cover.

These two books were likely the cultivation techniques of the young man surnamed Song. Qin Sang's heart raced as he wanted to open the books to see how they differed from his *Yumin Scripture*. However, he found that he couldn't.

He suddenly realized that he could only see the items in the pouch but couldn't touch them!

Qin Sang felt as if he had been doused with cold water. He tried to move even the most ordinary clothes, but he couldn't, nor could he take them out. After many attempts, he finally gave up in dejection.

The feeling of entering a treasure mountain and leaving empty-handed was not pleasant. Qin Sang was disheartened and could only console himself that the items in the pouch didn't seem very valuable.

After examining each item, it was already completely dark outside. He had been busy until late at night.

Although he couldn't take the items from the pouch, his gains over the past two days were still considerable.

What he had thought was a decorative pouch turned out to be a storage bag, which made Qin Sang no longer underestimate the sheepskin. He carefully stored it with the talismans and other items. As for the Zihun Ling, he found a string and tied it to his wrist for easier use.

After tidying up everything, Qin Sang sat down to cultivate with a satisfied heart. Perhaps because of his good mood, after a short while of cultivation, the bottleneck that had plagued him for a month finally loosened!

Qin Sang was overjoyed and didn't dare to relax. He fully focused on his cultivation technique and finally broke through the barrier, advancing to the third level of the *Yumin Scripture*!

It wasn't easy!

Qin Sang sighed inwardly. It had been two years since he started cultivating, and he had never stopped, yet he had only reached the third level. The later levels of the *Yumin Scripture* would definitely be even harder. He wondered how many more years it would take to break through to the sixth level.

What about after the sixth level? Are there higher realms?

If so, how should he proceed?

Calming his agitated spirit, Qin Sang exhaled a turbid breath and opened his eyes to find that it was already morning.

After breaking through to the third level of the *Yumin Scripture*, Qin Sang's spiritual energy had increased several times. Using the Zihun Ling was no longer as strenuous. He had no sleepiness and was fond of the Zihun Ling, even more so than the Yanluo Banner.

After all, this was the first magical artifact he could use directly.

*Bang bang...*

The gate outside was suddenly knocked on. Qin Sang frowned, "Who is it?"

Zheng Kun said from outside, "Hall Master, General Zhou has sent someone to deliver a message. The Princess is here and is heading to the county office."

Princess?

Qin Sang thought she had arrived quickly and quickly tidied up, hiding the Zihun Ling in his sleeve, and hurried to the county office.

Just as he reached the front of the county office, he heard the sound of galloping horses. Princess Dongyang led the way, followed by Zhou Mingguang and Bai Jianglan, along with several attendants, galloping towards him.

Since their first meeting, Qin Sang had never seen Princess Dongyang in women's clothing, and this time was no different.

The sky was dim.

On the long cobblestone street, the autumn wind blew, and yellow leaves flew.

Princess Dongyang was dressed in light armor, a sword hanging from her waist, and a black-red cloak fluttering with the galloping horse.

Seeing Qin Sang, Princess Dongyang's eyes fixed on him, a cold light flashing, as if signaling an impending storm.

Bai Jianglan gave Qin Sang a subtle look, signaling him to be careful.

As the horse was about to reach Qin Sang, it didn't slow down at all. At the last moment, Princess Dongyang pulled the reins hard, and the horse neighed, its front hooves rising high.

Princess Dongyang dismounted, her almond eyes glaring at Qin Sang, and she asked through gritted teeth, "Falsifying the imperial seal, spreading false imperial edicts, mobilizing troops without authorization, causing chaos in the holy land! Hall Master Qin, how many heads do you have?"

Facing Princess Dongyang's intense gaze, Qin Sang remained calm, gesturing, "Princess, please calm down. Please enter the county office first. I have something to show you."

Princess Dongyang snorted and whipped the horse, striding into the county office.

Qin Sang led the way, entering the main hall of the county office.

The gold and silver had already been inventoried, neatly arranged in boxes. Princess Dongyang stood at the door, her gaze sweeping over the scene, and she said impatiently, "What is this?"

Qin Sang walked to one of the boxes, opened it, and revealed a box of neatly arranged silver ingots. He opened another, and it was the same.

Qin Sang took the ledger from Shuimohou and said, "Princess, these are the treasures moved from one of the treasuries of Xuanji Temple. There are a million taels of silver, and the number of jewels and jade is no less. There are also countless white porcelain, silk, and brocade. It took over a thousand people a day and a night to move everything."

This was after giving Zhou Mingguang his share. The wealth of Xuanji Temple had shocked everyone.

Princess Dongyang's eyebrows furrowed, and she remained silent for a long time, lost in thought.

Qin Sang was puzzled and waited. Finally, Princess Dongyang looked at him intently and asked, "There are still a thousand troops in Jiangzhou City. If I give them all to you, how confident are you?"