Chapter 344: Digging Up the Demon Girl’s Treasure

Jiang Fan's face showed a hint of caution. "What is it?"

The Evil Spirit asked playfully, "You know that girl in the blood-red dress, don't you?"

"The Demon Emperor's daughter, Liu Li." Jiang Fan's eyes flickered slightly. "What about her?"

The Evil Spirit said, "She buried a supreme-grade magic sword and her personal demonic treasures somewhere."

"Do you want to know where?"

Jiang Fan was startled.

A supreme-grade magic sword?

Liu Li is a demon; where would she get a supreme-grade magic sword?

Suddenly, he remembered Xu Qingyang's lost supreme-grade magic sword.

It was initially taken by Jin Yunlie.

Later, Jin Yunlie was ambushed and killed by demons.

Both he and the sword disappeared without a trace.

Now it seemed the demon kings who attacked Jin Yunlie were acting on Liu Li's orders, so the sword naturally fell into her hands.

To avoid attracting the attention of the Myriad Sword Sect, she buried the sword somewhere before entering. That sounded perfectly reasonable.

Jiang Fan's heart stirred for a moment before he regained clarity.

He already had a spirit sword, making a supreme-grade magic sword somewhat redundant for him.

Moreover, Xu Qingyang had taught him sword control techniques and had treated Xu Yining with great kindness.

How could he possibly keep Xu Qingyang's supreme-grade magic sword?

Furthermore, without his treasured sword, Xu Qingyang's strength had significantly diminished.

A major war between humans and demons was about to begin.

In high-level combat, every top human fighter counted, and losing one increased the probability of defeat.

After a moment of thought, he said, "Lead the way!"

He could do without the supreme-grade magic sword.

However, he was very interested in the demonic treasures Liu Li found inconvenient to bring into the Myriad Sword Sect.

As the Demon Emperor's daughter, she must have many rare treasures.

"Hehe, I knew you'd be interested," the Evil Spirit chuckled.

"It's an uncultivated mountain, shaped like a pen holder, exactly a hundred li south of here."

"You'd better hurry; that demoness will go back to retrieve her things as soon as she recovers. If you happen to run into her, you'll be in big trouble."

Jiang Fan's expression shifted slightly.

He immediately used a movement technique, swiftly leaving the Sword Forest and heading towards the sect gate.

"Junior Brother Jiang!"

Qin Caihe had returned from the sect's treasure vault, a pleased expression on her face.

After her master returned from Elder Zhou Qidan, she had been greatly praised.

She had even been given the chance to go to the sect's treasure vault and select a third-grade treasure.

She understood that this was thanks to Jiang Fan's good fortune.

Feeling grateful, she spotted Jiang Fan's figure speeding like lightning in the distance and immediately called out.

Jiang Fan had no time to stop and talk. He quickly said, "Immediately inform Elder Xu Qingyang."

"If he wants his treasured sword back, it's a hundred kilometers due south."

In a short while, he vanished.

Traveling at full speed, Jiang Fan reached the location a hundred li away in half an hour.

From a distance, he saw an inconspicuous, barren hill, indeed shaped like a pen holder.

The Evil Spirit said, "It's buried under a large stone at the summit."

It paused, then adopted a puzzled tone. "But why did you tell the sword's owner?"

"Isn't a supreme-grade magic sword better than the high-grade one on your back?"

It found this hard to comprehend.

It had intended to give the young man a great gift, but he had shown no greed and had instead informed the sword's rightful owner.

Jiang Fan explained, "This sword belongs to the Nine Sects' foremost Sword King."

"I might be able to take it, but I wouldn't live to use it."

"It's better to just take the demoness's personal treasures."

"As for inviting the sword's owner, it's naturally a precaution. If the demoness returns with that fierce tiger, we'll have an extra hand."

The Evil Spirit was silent for a moment.

After a while, it sighed deeply.

"If I had been as meticulous as you back then, I wouldn't have ended up in this state."

Jiang Fan merely smiled.

If the Evil Spirit hadn't been meticulous in life, how could it have cultivated to the late Nascent Soul stage? It would have died countless times over.

It had failed because of greed.

"Let's dig up the treasure first," Jiang Fan reminded.

The Evil Spirit nodded. "Go to the middle of the mountain; there's a large black stone. The demoness buried her things underneath it."

Jiang Fan flew to the mountain summit as instructed.

Sure enough, he saw a black stone the size of a millstone.

The soil around it showed faint signs of having been disturbed.

It seemed this was indeed where Liu Li had hidden her treasures.

However, Jiang Fan didn't rush forward immediately.

He flicked his sleeve, and large quantities of Heavenly Mountain silkworm silk flew out.

Empowered by spiritual energy, the silk became as hard as iron, fiercely lashing the ground around the black stone.

Finger-deep cuts appeared on the ground, resembling a giant spiderweb.

"It seems there are no traps nearby," Jiang Fan murmured to himself. "I just don't know if there are any under this black stone."

He flicked his sleeve again, and the Heavenly Mountain silkworm silk tightly wrapped around the large black stone.

He retreated behind another large stone nearby, only revealing his eyes, then pulled with all his might.

Creak—

The black stone was pulled open!

The spot it had been covering suddenly shot out dense, cold light, spraying in all directions like a torrential downpour.

Thud, thud, thud—

The large stone Jiang Fan was hiding behind was instantly struck by dozens of cold lights.

The massive rock shifted by more than half a zhang, barely preventing Jiang Fan from being forced off the cliff behind him.

Once the cold lights vanished, Jiang Fan cautiously showed his head.

The area was a mess.

All the plants had been severed by unknown projectiles and had turned black and decayed.

The large stone that had blocked the projectiles was riddled with countless dark holes, like a honeycomb, from which wisps of black smoke emerged.

The Evil Spirit clicked its tongue. "My goodness."

"This demoness is young, but her heart is vicious enough."

"A mid-Core Formation stage cultivator would be crippled, if not killed, by that."

"Fortunately, you're cautious, or you'd be in serious trouble."

Jiang Fan covered his nose and mouth with his sleeve to prevent the unknown black smoke from entering his body.

His gaze coldly fixed on the black stone.

The Evil Spirit let out a dry laugh, saying with a guilty conscience, "Don't look at me like that."

"I only picked up on her intention to hide treasure here."

"I knew nothing about her leaving a trap."

"I absolutely wasn't trying to harm you."

After a moment of thought, Jiang Fan withdrew his gaze.

If the Evil Spirit truly wanted to harm him, it could have waited to tell him, letting him encounter Liu Li and the Sky-Devouring Tiger directly.

Since the trap was still active, it meant Liu Li hadn't arrived yet.

There was no time to lose.

Jiang Fan approached cautiously.

Underneath the stone, he found a dead snake's head.

Its mouth was filled with countless sharp fangs.

When the stone was moved, the snake's head had been triggered, spewing out dense poisonous fangs.

Carefully, he nudged it aside.

As expected, Jiang Fan saw something underneath the snake's head.

It was a long cloth bag.

He opened the bag.

The first thing he saw was an ancient bronze longsword, clearly quite old.

Even through the hilt, the powerful aura it emanated made Jiang Fan feel a prickling sensation on his back.

"It's indeed Xu Qingyang's supreme-grade magic sword."

Jiang Fan grabbed the sword and fastened it to his back.

Then he looked at the other items.

To his surprise, it was a red belly wrap.

He was dumbfounded.

Where were the promised personal treasures? Were these it?

Just this? A piece of intimate clothing?

He was about to discard it, but then he reconsidered.

That didn't seem right. Items hidden here were those inconvenient to bring into Myriad Sword City, things that could easily be identified as demonic artifacts.

A belly wrap wouldn't require such a hassle.

Could it be that this belly wrap held a secret?

As he was pondering, the Evil Spirit let out a low cry:

"My goodness, young man, you've struck gold!"