Chapter 89

After the giant lizard fell, Jing Qingyi let out a cheer and pounced into the pile of broken bones. It wasn't long before she found a fist-sized, smooth and crystal-clear essence bead. Feeling the purity of the primordial energy it contained, she treasured it like a precious gem.

After eliminating the giant lizard bone beast, there were no more powerful bone beasts on Qingfeng Mountain. It didn't take long for the five of them to completely deal with the remaining bone beasts.

Returning to the cave where the dwarf Li was in seclusion, the three of Jing Qingyi were taken into the treasure tower by Zhao Shuo to cultivate. He sat there frowning, and Bai Jianjia, seeing this, couldn't help but walk up to Zhao Shuo and ask, "Zhao Shuo, what's wrong? You seemed a bit off when we came back. Is your injury getting worse?"

Bai Jianjia knew that Zhao Shuo's injury hadn't fully healed, so when she saw his face looking a bit off, she quickly asked with concern.

Lifting his head, he shook it and smiled, saying, "I'm fine, I just suddenly realized that I don't have a suitable magical treasure in my hands."

Bai Jianjia was taken aback for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's true. Your treasure tower is excellent for storage, and many innate spiritual treasures can't match its strength. The treasure space is almost like a small blessed land. However, apart from that, its defensive capabilities are decent, but its offensive power is just so-so. It's not suitable for constant use in combat."

Zhao Shuo smiled bitterly and said, "That's exactly it. In the past, it was fine, but now, if I don't have a suitable magical treasure, I might suffer a significant disadvantage in future battles."

Bai Jianjia blinked and said, "How about I give you my Eastern Green Dragon Seal?"

Zhao Shuo pursed his lips and shook his head, saying, "That's just a big brick, not much different from my treasure tower. You keep it."

Bai Jianjia rolled her eyes and said, "Unless you have a great opportunity, it's not easy to obtain a suitable spiritual treasure. That's why many cultivators make their own magical treasures. The innate spiritual treasures we use were all crafted by our predecessors."

Zhao Shuo's eyes lit up, and he suddenly stood up, hugging Bai Jianjia and laughing, "That's right! Why didn't I think of it? I can make my own magical treasure!"

Held in Zhao Shuo's arms, Bai Jianjia stiffened, her face turning bright red. She pushed Zhao Shuo, saying, "What are you doing? Let me go!"

Only then did Zhao Shuo realize he had hugged Bai Jianjia. Seeing her reaction wasn't as intense, he felt her soft and curvaceous body pressed against him, and his hands unconsciously wandered over her slender waist.

Noticing Zhao Shuo's actions, Bai Jianjia's eyes widened in surprise, and she seemed to freeze, clearly not expecting Zhao Shuo to be so bold and openly take advantage of her.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, a tingling sensation spread from her sensitive buttocks. Zhao Shuo's hands had somehow slipped under her clothes and were now touching her plump, warm buttocks.

Even through the clothes, when Zhao Shuo's hands truly grasped her soft, moon-like buttocks, he felt an overwhelming sense of pride and excitement.

Heaven, he finally touched it. It was just as he had imagined—so full and smooth. If he could play with it all the time, he wouldn't trade it for anything, not even immortality.

Bai Jianjia's face was so red it almost bled, and her body trembled. Zhao Shuo's hands, now addicted to the sensation, boldly tried to slip further under her clothes.

Thinking of Zhao Shuo about to touch her most private parts, Bai Jianjia suddenly found the strength to push him away. Ignoring his pained cries, she blushed and disappeared from his sight.

Zhao Shuo fell from the stone wall, looking a bit disheveled, but his face was filled with satisfaction as he looked at his hands, which had just caressed Bai Jianjia's long-desired body.

" Worth it, even if I were to spit blood, it would be worth it, hahaha..."

For the next few days, Zhao Shuo hardly saw Bai Jianjia. When she did appear, she quickly disappeared from his sight.

After teasing Bai Jianjia twice with his gaze, Zhao Shuo focused on thinking about what kind of magical treasure he should make.

Sitting cross-legged and resting his chin on his hand, Zhao Shuo muttered to himself, "Swords, spears, halberds, these can all be made into magical treasures, but which one should I choose? A sword? There are many famous swords in legends, like the Purple and Green Swords of Mount Shu, the Xuanyuan Sword of the Yellow Emperor, and the terrifying Four Swords of Zuxian."

Suddenly, Zhao Shuo thought that making a magical sword would be a good choice. He pointed his finger, and a mountain of heavenly materials and treasures appeared before him, their light shining brightly. If they weren't in the mountain's belly, the light could have illuminated for thousands of miles.

Looking at the countless spiritual materials, Zhao Shuo pinched his chin and, after much effort, finally chose several. Seeing the nine remaining innate spiritual materials on the ground, he nodded in satisfaction, "It's a good thing I looted the treasure of the howling moon divine dog. Otherwise, where would I find these innate spiritual materials? Without innate materials, there's no talk of making a spiritual treasure."

Any of the nine innate spiritual materials in front of Zhao Shuo would be a treasure that people would fight over.

" One spatial source stone, three inches of spirit wood, one piece of primordial stone, a small bottle of innate rootless water, one sun flame, one moon flame, one celestial star cold flame, one strand of innate purple cloud, a handful of seven-colored soil, and one ray of polar light."

Zhao Shuo examined the nine innate spiritual materials, thinking about what kind of magical sword to make.

His mind raced, and countless different magical swords from his past life flashed through his mind. Suddenly, a sly smile appeared on his face, and he slapped his thigh, "Hehe, the Nine Sons Ghost Mother Yin-Yang Sword. The entire sword is made up of nine small swords that can separate or combine, be real or illusory, and have an extremely powerful ability to traverse space. I believe if I can make it, it will be an invaluable treasure."

Zhao Shuo laughed smugly. Fortunately, Bai Jianjia wasn't there, or she would have been frightened by his laughter.

"What? You're going to use these to make a magical sword?"

Bai Jianjia looked at the nine innate spiritual materials, which were among the most precious in Zhao Shuo's collection. Normally, any one of them would be extremely rare for making a spiritual treasure. Now, Zhao Shuo was extravagantly using nine innate spiritual materials, and even Bai Jianjia thought he was being too ambitious.

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Collect, hahaha, calling for collections.

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