Chapter 3

Seek recommendations, seek collections, I hope everyone will give a lot of support.

Chen Jiu stood at the classroom door, took a deep breath, and firmly held the letter containing the secret given to him by his mother.

Chen Jiu was not at all polite with the bandit chief; he did not refuse either. He said he would choose and picked, including the jade, a total of eight items.

The chief nodded and then casually put the package away: "Since I have already offended Fang Xiandao, even if I return the treasure, I will most likely not have a way out. In that case, I can only take a gamble."

Chen Jiu looked at the chief: "Chief, are you planning to hide with the treasure for a while?"

The chief nodded: "I won't hide it from you. Whether I hand the treasure over to Fang Xiandao or distribute it, my life is in danger. We have known each other for eight years, and I have almost watched you grow up. Find an excuse to leave the mountain early."

Chen Jiu sighed upon hearing this and did not speak.

After a while, he said: "Is Fang Xiandao really that powerful, with no chance of winning at all?"

The chief shook his head: "I have put so much effort into this great cause. If there were any chance, I wouldn't think of abandoning it. But now, to save my life, I have no choice."

Indeed, escaping is the best choice.

"Only by entering the capital will my life be safe. Fang Xiandao, no matter how powerful, wouldn't dare to cause trouble in the capital. I will distribute some of the treasures and take some with me, enough to start a new business in the capital."

Chen Jiu nodded: "Then I wish you good luck, Chief."

The chief rubbed his forehead: "I'm tired. You can leave now. By the way, tell Second Chief and Third Chief to distribute the treasures."

The best treasures are with the chief. Although the other treasures are also valuable, they are insignificant compared to the items in the package.

Chen Jiu gave the chief a deep look and then pushed the door open and walked out.

The beautiful woman was standing outside the door, the howling north wind freezing her face purple.

Chen Jiu bowed: "The chief is inside, please come in, madam."

After saying this, Chen Jiu walked back to his courtyard in silence, gently pushed the door open, and sat on the bed.

Looking at the pot of charcoal, Chen Jiu took out a flint and struck it rhythmically. Soon, the fire was lit, and the warm flames heated the room.

Chen Jiu rubbed his hands and fumbled in his chest. The treasures he had taken from the chief's room were laid out before him.

He ignored the other treasures and only held the jade in his hand, which was still smooth and fine.

He looked left and right but could not find the strange phenomenon he had seen earlier, frowning: "Could I have been mistaken? It's understandable to be mistaken at first glance, but I clearly saw it several times. There must have been a strange phenomenon, but why did it disappear?"

Chen Jiu's mind raced, and he held the jade up to the light. It was clear and transparent, but there was nothing.

Chen Jiu was not satisfied and found a basin, throwing the jade into it. It remained the same, with no change.

He scratched his head and remembered a very cliché novel from his previous life: "Could it be that it needs to recognize its owner with blood?"

He picked up a knife and lightly cut his finger, wincing in pain. After dripping the blood on it, there was still no change: "Damn, I've been tricked. I must be crazy to believe such a cliché rumor."

He warmed his hands by the fire, and then Chen Jiu's eyes lit up: "I've tried everything. I should try this last method. Even if the jade is burned, it's not a big loss."

Chen Jiu carefully threw the jade into the fire. Under the red-hot charcoal, the jade quickly heated up, turned red, and then melted into a liquid.

Chen Jiu's eyes widened: "Is this jade? It actually melted into a liquid, how ridiculous."

The liquid was very strange. It neither evaporated in the fire nor flowed or seeped. It formed small droplets like mercury.

Driven by curiosity, Chen Jiu picked up a stick and stirred the liquid.

This reaction was significant. The droplets instantly separated and evaporated into gas by the heat. Then, as Chen Jiu inhaled, the gas was drawn into his body.

Shaking his head, Chen Jiu stood up and lay on the bed: "Nothing happened. I thought I had found some treasure, and the protagonist mode had been activated."

In a daze, Chen Jiu fell into a deep sleep. The particles that had entered his body began to react.

A series of knocks on the door woke Chen Jiu up. He heard a rough voice: "Boss, it's already dark. Do you still want to have dinner?"

Opening the door and looking at the flat-faced man, Chen Jiu shook his head: "Forget it. I'm not hungry today. I won't eat tonight."

Watching the soldier leave, Chen Jiu closed the door and walked back into the room, then sat on the bed with his eyes closed. Just as he was falling asleep, Chen Jiu had a very strange dream. He dreamed of a bizarre world where there were cultivators with the power to control the heavens and earth, martial artists who could shatter stars, and even he himself had comprehended a supreme cultivation technique.

Chen Jiu chuckled: "Chen Jiu, you really have a wild imagination. You can even dream of such a bizarre world."

After recalling the dream, Chen Jiu's expression changed: "What's going on? The dream is so clear, and every detail is vivid, even the supreme cultivation technique is floating in my mind."

At this point, if Chen Jiu still thought it was a dream, he would be a fool. This cultivation technique is not something you can dream up. No matter how good the technique is, try dreaming up a cultivation technique in your sleep.

"Could it be that after suffering for eight years, my luck has finally turned, and I have obtained some ancient inheritance?" Chen Jiu touched his chin, not quite believing it. Perhaps the past few years have been too hard, and now a big opportunity has come, making him feel dizzy.

Soon, Chen Jiu's attention was drawn to the cultivation technique: "The Dao of Creation, the heavens have thirty-three layers, each layer bestows a divine power. Step by step, one can achieve the supreme Dao and practice the supreme technique."

Reading the introduction, Chen Jiu felt a surge of excitement: "Immortality, shattering the stars, moving mountains, and changing the heavens. Wow, I didn't expect this to be real."

Chen Jiu quickly calmed down. Such extreme joy and sorrow are not suitable for studying the supreme technique. If he were to lose his mind or fall into a mental barrier, it would destroy his foundation and ruin everything.

He walked out of the room, looked at the sky, and picked up a lantern, heading towards the second chief's room.

Seeing the shadow on the window paper, Chen Jiu knew the second chief was still awake. He walked over and knocked on the door: "Second Chief, it's Chen Jiu."

The door creaked open, and a large man with a full beard appeared before Chen Jiu. If a child saw this face, they would cry in fear.

"It's you, kid. What are you doing here in the middle of the night? Come in."

Although the second chief scolded him, his face showed no anger.

Compared to the chief, the second chief's room was much simpler, but it was not much worse. As the leader of a band of bandits, he wouldn't neglect himself.

Chen Jiu was not at all polite and sat down on a chair. Looking at the bed, he saw a beautiful woman lying there, wrapped up tightly, her eyes looking at Chen Jiu as if she were looking at her younger brother.

When Chen Jiu joined the bandits, he was only eight years old. After all these years, he was only sixteen, and due to a hidden illness, he looked like a thirteen or fourteen-year-old. No one treated him as an adult.

After they were seated, Chen Jiu looked at the second chief: "Second Chief, the chief asked me to tell you to distribute the silver and black goods to everyone when you have time, so everyone can have a good New Year."