Seeing Lu Chang'sheng's expressionless face, the other True Qi Realm martial artists felt a bit awkward.
"If Scholar Lu isn't willing, then we'll just have to abandon it."
Killing it—they wouldn't dare.
This thing was alive, and crafted by an Immortal. With its half-awake look, if they provoked it and it brought calamity... It'd be a disaster.
"Abandoning it isn't good either. We don't even know what it is. If something terrible happened because of it, we'd be held responsible," Lu Chang'sheng sighed.
"In that case, I'll take it back for now. Hopefully I can figure out what it is."
Lu Chang'sheng carefully stashed it away in a wooden box.
As for the twelve techniques, those would be shared—everyone could make their own copies.
Of course, simply reading through those books was time-consuming, so no one did so immediately. They left first, preparing for the auction in a month.
The auction accepted only spirit medicines and unusual artifacts as currency.
