Seeing Lu Ming’s actions, Big Yellow and Huang Tianbao’s eyes lit up.
Following his lead, they both transcribed a copy of every single technique.
When it came time to choose spells, the two of them and the dog didn't hold back either, taking a copy of each.
They even took copies of the alchemy manuals, the encyclopedias of spiritual herbs, and the general knowledge of immortality cultivation.
Lu Ming planned to pack them all up and take them back to read and study at his leisure.
While Lu Ming and the others were choosing their techniques, the three elders were gathered in the Grand Elder's room.
The Grand Elder and the Second Elder were both looking at Hanyan with expressions of curiosity.
“Old Third, I’m really curious. How exactly did you recruit them?”
“From the moment I arrived at the recruitment booth, I didn't say a single word. Truly!...”
When the Grand Elder and the others heard how Hanyan had recruited Lu Ming and his companions, their mouths couldn't help but twitch. This was truly a case of eccentric geniuses meeting their match.
If even one of them hadn't been on the same wavelength, it would never have worked.
Huo Furong couldn't help but roll her eyes.
“So, you just brought them back like that?”
“Ah! You were the ones who told me to go recruit disciples...”
Hanyan spoke with a completely straight, solemn face.
His voice, much like his demeanor, carried a trace of cold indifference.
Hearing Hanyan’s words, Huo Furong looked up at him.
“We told you to recruit disciples, but we didn't tell you to recruit them without testing their spiritual roots!”
“Look at the three of them. Aside from the dog, is any one of them normal? Huh?”
“That Huang Tianbao has trash spiritual roots, and that Lu Ming is even more ridiculous—he doesn't even have spiritual roots...”
“That Lu Ming has a cultivation level...”
Just as Huo Furong was getting increasingly worked up, her finger nearly poking Hanyan's nose, the Grand Elder's voice rang out faintly.
“How is that possible?”
“What?”
With her fair finger still outstretched, Huo Furong and Hanyan both whipped their heads around to look at the Grand Elder.
“But when he entered the Technique Pavilion just now, it didn't show that he had any spiritual roots. Besides, I didn't feel any spiritual energy inside him at all!” Huo Furong asked in disbelief.
Hanyan also looked at the Grand Elder with curiosity; having spent a few days with Lu Ming, he hadn't sensed anything either.
“I sensed fluctuations of spiritual power in his blood...”
Hearing the Grand Elder say this, Huo Furong slowly sat back down.
Then, she exchanged a look with Hanyan.
Did Lu Ming have a treasure concealing his presence, or was he using some sort of concealment technique?
But the issue was that while concealing one's cultivation level was understandable, they had never heard of anyone concealing their spiritual roots.
Just then, the three of them used their divine sense to watch Lu Ming and the others copy every single technique and spell.
All three elders were utterly speechless.
“Are we really not going to stop them?” Hanyan asked.
Huo Furong examined her delicate, pink nails.
“You were the one who recruited them. Aren't you going to take responsibility?”
Hanyan opened his mouth, but no words came out. Was this what taking responsibility meant?
The Grand Elder stroked his beard.
“Let them take them. In any case, I only placed low-grade techniques and spells in there...”
Huo Furong tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
Suddenly, she snapped her head up to look at the Grand Elder.
“Do you think that if they go to the Weapon Vault, they'll take all the spiritual artifacts inside as well?”
As soon as Huo Furong spoke, the Grand Elder stiffened.
Immediately, he swiftly pulled a plaque out of his storage bag and wrote several large characters on it: “Only one spiritual artifact may be chosen.”
“Hehe... Hahaha...”
Seeing those words, Huo Furong burst into a fit of giggles, her body trembling with laughter.
Ignoring her, the Grand Elder flicked his hand, and the plaque vanished into the void.
At the same time, several mid-grade magical artifacts vanished along with it.
Seeing this, Huo Furong and Hanyan’s eyes flashed, though they said nothing.
Walking out of the Technique Pavilion, Lu Ming and the others were extremely satisfied. This was the benefit of a small sect.
There was no competition and no pressure. If they were in any other sect, who knew how much effort they would have to put in to obtain these resources?
He had heard that in other sects, disciples had to complete missions just to get resources. By comparison, the Qingshan Sect seemed even more wonderful.
“Eldest Senior Brother, once we get to the Weapon Vault, should we...” Huang Tianbao looked at Lu Ming with glittering eyes.
His meaning was clear: should they sweep the place clean again?
“Let's do it!” Lu Ming said with excitement.
Upon hearing Lu Ming’s response, Huang Tianbao’s already small eyes crinkled into thin slits of laughter.
Big Yellow wagged its tail, looking between Lu Ming and Huang Tianbao. What did they mean? It didn't quite understand.
But that didn't matter. If the boss said to do it, it would do it...
They excitedly made their way to the Weapon Vault. Just as they were preparing to display their skills, they pushed open the doors only to find that while the room was still empty, a large plaque had been added.
On it was written: “Only one weapon may be chosen...”
These words immediately doused Lu Ming’s fiery enthusiasm.
Staring at the fresh ink, Lu Ming rubbed his nose speechlessly and muttered, “Didn't they say they wouldn't interfere? What is this? We just wanted to take a few more spiritual artifacts. Was this really necessary?”
“Woof!!”
Big Yellow stared at the words, equally depressed.
Seeing the reaction of the person and the dog, Huang Tianbao was also filled with disappointment.
Lu Ming also understood that if the elders didn't step in, the Weapon Vault would probably have to shut down permanently after they were through with it.
Following a familiar wave of dizziness, Lu Ming and the others once again entered a massive space.
The layout inside was similar to the Technique Pavilion, except the shelves here held weapons. Lu Ming's eyes couldn't help but light up.
Although most of the shelves were still empty, there were still many sabers, spears, swords, halberds, hammers, bells... all sorts of spiritual artifacts radiating colorful glows.
He even spotted a spiritual artifact shaped like a brick, emitting a faint, eerie light.
He hadn't expected such a spiritual artifact to actually exist.
“Woof, woof!!”
Big Yellow also stared at the spiritual artifacts on the shelves, drooling.
As the great Oriental Great Emperor, it was finally going to obtain its very first spiritual artifact.
It had been incredibly envious of Lu Ming’s spirit sword.
At the thought of this, Big Yellow lunged forward, inspecting a sword here and peering at a saber there.
Looking at so many spiritual artifacts, Huang Tianbao couldn't help but swallow hard.
He had never seen so many spiritual artifacts in his entire life!
“Big Yellow, come here...”
Hearing Lu Ming’s call, Big Yellow, who was currently rearing up on its hind legs to inspect a spirit sword, immediately turned and trotted over to his side.
Lu Ming picked up a storage bag from a shelf and handed it directly to Big Yellow.
“This is yours.”
Big Yellow’s eyes lit up. How could it have forgotten such an important item?
With a storage bag, it could carry many things, like lots of big bones, and would no longer have to share one with the boss.
“Woof!”
Looking at the storage bag, Big Yellow was overjoyed...
Afterward, Lu Ming helped Big Yellow tie the storage bag to the rope around its neck.
Once he finished securing the storage bag for Big Yellow, Lu Ming turned his head to look at Huang Tianbao.
“Old Third, do you want one?”
Huang Tianbao shook his head. “Eldest Senior Brother, I already have one...”
Lu Ming nodded; he was already aware of this.
As for why Huang Tianbao, a mortal, could use a storage bag, it was likely due to some special method, just like he had used in the beginning.
Then, he grabbed the remaining two storage bags from the shelf and stuffed them into his robes.
He had a feeling that these three storage bags had been prepared specifically for the three of them.
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