Drawing a deep breath, he released Yao Lao's soul power once more.
A terrifying suction force surged from his palm, pulling every treasure into his grasp.
As they hovered before him, Xiao Yan finally allowed himself a satisfied smile.
Low Earth-rank Battle Skill: Ice Judgment.
Mid Earth-rank Battle Skill: White Tiger's Mountain-Splitting Claw.
Low Earth-rank Battle Skill: Nether Tiger's Roar.
High Earth-rank Battle Skill: Storm of Mystic Ice.
Mid Earth-rank Cultivation Method: White Tiger's Wind Path.
In the frigid tomb—so cold that ordinary cultivators wouldn't last half an hour.....Xiao Yan sat cross-legged, his body shrouded in a faint layer of pale white flame.
Scroll after scroll passed through his hands.
Without a hint of emotion, he slipped each one into Yao Lao's Bone Flame Ring.
Battle skills and cultivation methods… these were the last things he lacked right now.
Whether Earth-rank or Heaven-rank, once his strength recovered by just two more tiers, he could probably wield divine abilities themselves.
Still, aside from the White Tiger Venerable's sect inheritance techniques, the rest would prove useful in the future...for winning loyalty, or for trade.
Though Xiao Yan possessed an abundance of high-rank skills, he couldn't afford to expose that secret.
Thus, these scrolls, while redundant for him, weren't without value.
More than ten scrolls, all Earth-rank techniques...these alone accounted for a full third of the tomb's treasures.
For ordinary inheritances, that was only natural. To most, battle skills and cultivation methods were far more precious than mere trinkets.
The White Tiger Venerable had clearly thought the same, leaving few "worldly possessions" behind.
What the Venerable never imagined, however, was that Xiao Yan needed precisely those worldly goods far more than the skills.
"Still, for a half-saint's collection, the quality isn't bad," Xiao Yan murmured, the corners of his mouth curving into a faint smile as he reached the next trove.
Suspended in midair before him were six beast cores, each gleaming with different hues.
Five were angular, their colors mottled and mixed; the one in the center was round and pure, its luster deep and refined.
"One eighth-rank magic beast core… and five of the seventh rank."
Drawing the six cores into his palm, Xiao Yan's eyes gleamed with satisfaction.
Half-saints truly were impressive. Though one of their level rarely kept only a single eighth-rank core, even that much was no small thing.
After all, such beasts were nearly human in intelligence, many leading their own clans.
They could not simply be slaughtered at will....behind each might stand an even greater existence.
After identifying the cores' origins, Xiao Yan tucked them into the Bone Flame Ring.
These treasures had class; it would be disgraceful to stash them in that low-grade spatial ring he'd taken from the Mittel Clan.
"I'll need to find a proper high-tier ring soon," he muttered, shaking his head.
With another wave, ten jade bottles appeared before him.
Sixth-rank High-grade Pill: Imperial Extreme Pill.
Sixth-rank High-grade Pill: Sect-Breaking Pill.
He nodded slightly and continued examining the rest.
Both were sixth-rank high-grade pills, yet the latter's worth far surpassed the former.
The Sect-Breaking Pill's refinement difficulty...and its power...made it no less valuable than a typical seventh-rank pill.
And these two were the lowest-grade pills the White Tiger Venerable had left behind.
Without his half-saint's preservation techniques, even sealed in fine jade bottles, they'd long since have withered away.
Clearly, the Venerable had assumed any successor would at least possess the strength of a Dou King or Dou Emperor.
"Fortunately, he left behind that ice guardian's combat memory, or I'd never have passed the test," Xiao Yan said wryly.
His current strength was pitifully low.....most of these pills, he couldn't even consume safely.
Seventh-rank Low-grade Pill: Qiburst Pill.
Seventh-rank Mid-grade Pill: Reverse Life Pill.
Seventh-rank Mid-grade Pill: Pureheart Pill.
Seventh-rank High-grade Pill: Mystic Bodhi Foundation Pill.
He glanced through the remaining pills. Most were clearly for life-saving purposes....except one.
When his eyes landed on the Mystic Bodhi Foundation Pill, they flickered.
That one, at least, was still useful to him.
After all, he could still barely be called a "child" in his current state.
A faint memory stirred—years ago, when he'd competed against Gu He, the man had refined this very same pill.
Xiao Yan had dismissed it then, crafting an eighth-rank Primordial Life Pill for his daughter Xiao Xiao instead.
Who would have thought that in this new life, he himself would need the Bodhi Foundation Pill?
"Ah… circumstances," he sighed helplessly. Neither he nor Yao Lao could currently refine an eighth-rank pill, nor did they have the materials for one.
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