Chapter 371: The Magic Box and the Letter

If there's anything in this world more enjoyable than farming passive values, it's undoubtedly looting packages.

Xu Xiaoshou had looted some of the biggest packages so far, probably those from Li Qi and Xiao Shiliu.

The former's wealth in Ling Zhen was still lying inside a ring.

The latter had transformed him into a legendary millionaire.

The only regret was that on that day, Hong Gou had been beaten so badly by the berserk giant that even his ring was gone.

Otherwise, a Wangzuo-level assassin like that would probably be worth ten Xiao Shilius!

"One billion..."

It was impossible not to feel regretful about that.

Xu Xiaoshou sighed, but he also knew that surviving was already fortunate.

Looking at the ancient tower in front of him, Xu Xiaoshou smiled.

"Still, this thing is probably worth ten Hong Gous, maybe even more!"

The inheritance here was almost equivalent to half of Zhang Fu's, and before last night, Xu Xiaoshou could never have imagined getting his hands on it.

After all, his original plan was just to go and blow it up a bit.

And even when the Wangzuo fighters clashed, right up to the moment he drew his sword, all he thought was, "I should do something..."

"The ways of the world are unpredictable."

Xu Xiaoshou sighed and stopped dwelling on it, leading A Jie into the collapsed tower.

The tower's barrier was still there, but it had been severely damaged.

The cut edges weren't as smooth as he imagined; instead, they were jagged, with crisscrossing gullies and deep pits.

Xu Xiaoshou understood this feeling.

It was just like when that uncle's sword intent had roamed through his body—he had felt the same way.

Stepping through the broken section into the ancient tower, he was greeted by a gloomy aura inside.

"Ling Ji!"

"It's all Ling Ji!"

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes lit up with excitement.

Things were different now from before; in his eyes, Ling Ji were no longer useless.

They were Ling Crystal, wealth, and items of immense value that could be exchanged for anything.

For him personally, they didn't hold much meaning.

But for this world, Ling Ji were the mainstream!

Just on the first floor, rows of ancient books and jade slips were displayed.

The space wasn't very large, and there weren't many shelves, but the quantity was still impressive for an individual.

Xu Xiaoshou knew that this tower was the upper half of Zhang Fu's scripture pavilion, so while he was entering what he called the first floor, for the entire pavilion, it was already mid-to-upper levels.

The layout here was similar to the first floor of Tian Sang Ling Gong's spirit repository—nothing special.

But the value was completely different.

Xu Xiaoshou casually flipped through one book—inborn Ling Ji.

Then another—one at the inborn peak!

"Hiss."

"This place probably has all inborn Ling Ji!"

Xu Xiaoshou was astounded. Just a quick glance showed no fewer than several hundred inborn Ling Ji—this was truly an inheritance!

If he moved this entire floor out, he could probably set up his own small Ling Gong.

"This quantity feels like it might even surpass the Ling Gong..."

As Xu Xiaoshou walked deeper, he grew more and more shocked.

The range of Ling Ji here was incredibly diverse!

Whether righteous paths or evil ones, they were all there, dazzling and abundant—probably even more than in the spirit repository.

"It's impossible—Zhang Fu is just one family, so how could they have more than Tian Sang Ling Gong?"

"Have they plundered inheritances from so many others, or does the Ling Gong actually hide their best stuff away?"

Xu Xiaoshou pondered as he passed through this floor and headed upward.

Inborn Ling Ji held no attraction for him anymore.

The second floor was all jade slips, fewer in number than the first floor—probably only dozens at a glance.

But Xu Xiaoshou was stunned.

Logically, such a sharp drop in quantity could only mean their level had skyrocketed.

"Zongshi Ling Ji?"

Xu Xiaoshou couldn't wait to pick up a jade slip, but it was blocked by a light barrier.

"A barrier?"

He was surprised, and with a poke of his hand, he shattered it directly.

"That weak?"

The barrier wasn't actually weak, but Xu Xiaoshou's physical body was just that abnormal.

Without overthinking, he pressed the item to his forehead, and his heart started racing.

"I've struck it rich!"

"There are dozens of Zongshi Ling Ji here!"

"My swordsmanship mastery has only just reached Zongshi level—if I could cultivate these, it'd be like having dozens of passive skills!"

Xu Xiaoshou was tempted, but he also understood that even the most talented spirit refiner couldn't master all the Ling Ji in this place.

Specialization was the true path!

Putting down the jade slip, Xu Xiaoshou didn't verify more; he turned his gaze to the upper floor.

"If it's a five-story tower, excluding the top, there are two more floors above."

"This floor already has Zongshi Ling Ji in such quantities..."

"What could be up there?"

Thinking of this, Xu Xiaoshou zipped upward in a flash.

A light door blocked his way, but for him, it might as well not exist.

With just a collision, relying on his "toughness," Xu Xiaoshou remained unmoved.

The light door trembled violently, and after waves of increasingly powerful backlash, it exploded outright.

"About Zongshi peak strength."

Xu Xiaoshou calculated the light door's energy. He guessed that if the tower were intact, it would be like the great array—Wangzuo level.

In that case, entering would have taken some effort.

But now, it was effortless.

Stepping inside, the interior was very serene, with only a long table.

On the table were seven light orbs.

"Impressive!"

Xu Xiaoshou sucked in a breath, feeling his head spin.

"Seven of them?"

In that moment, he even wanted to boost his comprehension—if he could master Ling Ji...

Wangzuo-level passive skills?

"That would be terrifying!"

Suppressing his shock, Xu Xiaoshou didn't choose to examine them; instead, he headed straight to the final floor.

"What could it be?"

"Above Wangzuo... Chopping Dao, Taixu?"

"Or maybe Half-Saint level?"

Xu Xiaoshou thought it was a bit far-fetched—if Zhang family had that kind of power, he probably would have been split in half on the spot, with no chance to show off.

Stepping into the fourth floor, to his surprise, it wasn't shelves but a black square table and a rocking chair.

Clearly, someone had lived here before.

"That old man?"

Xu Xiaoshou thought of Zhang Zhongmou. Without a doubt, this was the old man's living trace.

He felt a bit disappointed, thinking the highest floor would have the top treasures, but in the end, it was just someone's living clutter.

"Wait, no!"

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes wandered and suddenly fixed on the square table.

There was a delicate pen rack hanging there, a black inkstone, and a purple box.

Under the box was a letter.

"An unfinished letter?"

Xu Xiaoshou didn't pay much attention to it; his gaze was drawn straight to the purple box.

Throughout his journey, even Wangzuo Ling Ji hadn't stirred his emotions much.

But this box made his "perception" signal a dangerous thrill.

This kind of thrill usually meant impending disaster or catastrophe!

"What on earth have I picked up?"

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes were strange, filled with the excitement of opening a forbidden box but also deep worry.

"Oh well, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it!"

Since it was already in his Yuan Mansion, Xu Xiaoshou wasn't about to leave it unopened.

He stepped forward, moved the rocking chair over, sat down, and hovered his hands above the purple box.