Chapter 52

Step by step, Buli put the ring on his left index finger, turned around, picked up the long ox-horn bow, and drew an ironwood arrow to fit it on the bow.

Just right, as if it were custom-made for him, Buli felt a slight joy in his heart. He tried to infuse a thread of soul power, and a black light emerged from the ring, adhering to the ironwood arrow. Buli could clearly feel the simple patterns on the ring responding to the soul power and the arrow, enhancing its power.

Not bad! Buli's fatigue was swept away. It was a good thing to get a boost, especially when facing a strong opponent like Chu Zhongze.

Finally, he picked up the palm-sized black bag. Buli pondered for a moment, but had no clue. He opened the bag, and inside it was pitch black. Though not large, it seemed bottomless. He felt around inside, sensing nothing, and then reached in.

As soon as his hand entered the bag, Buli was greatly surprised.

It looked small, but when Buli's hand went in, he clearly felt as if he could see a vast space. It was about a hundred feet in size, with rows of intricately carved shelves, all empty.

This is... Buli hesitated for a moment, thought about it, and tentatively placed the black wooden box into the bag.

The bag, which was originally small, did not change at all as the wooden box entered. Buli's hand moved inside at will, placing the black wooden box on the empty shelf.

So it's a storage bag. Buli had once fantasized about having such a treasure, after all, carrying too many long arrows and crossbow bolts was impractical. When a not-so-small storage bag was suddenly placed before him, Buli was at a loss.

"Dahei, come here," Buli said.

Dahei, standing behind Buli, saw him wearing a strange ring, drawing an arrow, and then making the black wooden box disappear. He was a bit uneasy, wondering if Buli had been bewitched. He took another step back, and if the mountain rocks of the mantle weren't so solid, the small house in Bailin Town would have been crushed by Dahei long ago.

Buli was helpless against Dahei's cautiousness. He turned around and lightly kicked Dahei's buttocks, using his toes to hook the bag on Dahei's back.

Seeing that Buli only wanted to take away the troublesome thing, Dahei was overjoyed and said, "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Damn this dog.

Dahei was carrying some simple supplies and ironwood long arrows for Buli. The bag, skillfully sewn by Cai Xiaoxian, was full. Buli put all these things into the small black bag, separating the supplies and ironwood arrows, placing them in the most convenient positions.

He was very satisfied, extremely satisfied. Could this senior also be a pattern hunter? Buli placed the black bag securely on his person, then respectfully returned to the white bones, bowing deeply and said, "I apologize for taking the senior's treasure. One day, I will ensure that the senior's great power is restored to the world."

Dahei thought Buli was being too pretentious. Was it necessary to say so much to a pile of bones that had been dead for who knows how many years?

Respect was something he had to do. In the dark room, he would not deceive his own heart. Buli was sometimes a bit pedantic like this.

Picking up the coil of unknown beast sinew, Buli found a sharp stone nearby, estimated its length, and tried to cut it. Buli knew a sharp knife should be able to cut through the sinew, but he still wanted to test its toughness.

With Buli's current strength, even though it was just a sharp stone, it wasn't much duller than the crude knives in the hands of ordinary people of the Bailin tribe. When the sharp stone touched the sinew, it bounced and deflected to the side, showing great elasticity. Buli even faintly felt the soul's cry within the sinew.

It must be some fierce beast, Buli guessed. Otherwise, the soul's resentment wouldn't have remained even after so many years.

Leaving the entire coil of sinew might be useful in the future, but as long as one was alive, there was hope. If one was gone, even if all the treasures in the world were piled before them, what use would they be!

Buli threw away the stone and picked up the sharp knife to cut. The dull, gray knife looked as if it had no edge, not even as sharp as the sharp stone. But when the knife fell, the sinew was cut cleanly. The soul within the sinew stopped crying out, becoming as docile as a kitten, hiding in some corner.

"Where did you get that knife?" Dahei, who had been holding back, finally spoke.

"I don't know." Buli put the remaining sinew into the small black bag, skillfully weaving and tying it, removing the old bowstring from the ox-horn bow, and then, with Dahei's help, restringing it with the beast sinew.

"It feels very strange."

"Do you have to say that? Save your energy, eat more, and sleep more. It will do you good." Buli, with the sinew in his mouth, used his arms to bend the bow, with Dahei's help, the ox-horn bow gradually curved, and he mumbled.

It was still a bit rough but usable. Buli tried it, and the bow's power increased several times. The long bow he could draw a hundred times without a problem now, with the new string, he could only fully draw it three times.

But the power was incomparable. Buli sat down to recover his soul power, while Dahei, feeling lonely and bored, lay on the ground, looking at the bones for a while, and soon fell asleep.

Yu Ze, holding Zhang Xitong, his soul power flowing without restraint, flew extremely fast, like a bolt of lightning, back to the peak of Henshan.

Luo Qingquan was still staring blankly at the mirage, as if he had turned into a clay statue, his breathing as thin as a thread.

Yu Ze frowned, knowing that something must have happened after he left. He glanced at the mirage and saw a huge, canyon-like gorge, its depth unknown.

Heavenly punishment? How could this be?

Without time to think, he swept his left wing, directly slamming Luo Qingquan into the wall. The violent impact brought Luo Qingquan back to his senses. Seeing Yu Ze, he scrambled to his feet and hoarsely asked, "Is the young master safe?"

"Prepare the teleportation array," Yu Ze said.

"Okay." Luo Qingquan nodded hurriedly and personally helped his subordinates set up the teleportation array. The array had been established for many years, and now all that was needed was to place the soul stones. With the situation deteriorating to this point, Luo Qingquan, harboring a glimmer of hope, placed the accumulated soul stones into the array without hesitation.

After ensuring everything was perfect on the left side, he led Yu Ze into the teleportation array. As the light flickered and they were about to disappear, Zhang Xitong said, "Let Buli join the Henshan Sect."

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