Chapter 492: Battle Soldier Blueprints

Jiang Fan was stunned.He immediately realized something and couldn't help but slap his forehead."It was my preconceived notion!"

"As the saying goes, 'dry for a thousand years, wet for ten thousand, but neither dry nor wet for only half a year.' The air in the snowfield is dry. These logs, once exposed, would instantly experience the effects of millennia of drying, making them even more desiccated. They wouldn't rot!"

Thinking this, he looked around and saw a pile of wood in the distance. He then used the Tianshan Silk to drag out a log.

In an instant, a thousand years passed over the log. The log, as thick as a man, immediately shrunk. At the same time, large and small cracks appeared on its surface. When broken by hand, the wood crumbled like paper.

The wood, having undergone thousands of years of drying, did not rot; instead, it became even drier, more flammable, and incredibly lightweight. It would be more convenient to use on the battlefield. The fuel for this time was settled.

Looking at the invisible barrier not far away, Jiang Fan pondered silently. He wondered if a person could safely enter.

He took out a lump of clam meat, wrapped it with Tianshan Silk, and threw it to the other side of the barrier. After waiting for a while, he dragged it back and found the meat as fresh as ever. It had not changed at all, despite the different temporal states of the two locations.

"You're as cautious as ever," the evil spirit said with appreciation. "Go ahead, don't worry. If time-stasis were dangerous, how would future generations retrieve war supplies once conflict broke out?"

That's true. However, Jiang Fan was still very cautious and first extended a finger. He tested if he could withdraw it freely. After confirming there was no danger, he slowly moved in and out. He only entered after being completely sure there were no hidden dangers.

Looking at the seemingly endless rows of war weapons, he regretfully said, "What a pity. So many good things, but I can't take any of them."

Suddenly, he discovered a box of neatly arranged folding fans next to the giant crossbow. He picked one up and opened it. A terrifying spiritual energy fluctuation emanated from the folding fan. Vaguely, a layer of flames spread over the fan.

The evil spirit lamented, "It's the Phoenix Feather Nine Flames Fan, a top-grade spiritual artifact. It was once a powerful weapon for attacking ancient giants; once activated, it could unleash city-burning flames. Its power was immense. Because the grandmaster who forged this artifact fell in the ancient war, the crafting blueprint was lost for unknown reasons. As a result, it was lost to history. I never thought this hidden space would store such a large box of unused ones. What a pity, what a pity. Back then, even a damaged Phoenix Feather Nine Flames Fan caused two Soul Transformation realm experts to fight fiercely. If a complete one were to appear, I can't even imagine the scene!"

Jiang Fan also felt a pang of sadness. The space before him was like an unparalleled treasure trove, yet it was like a mirage. Visible but untouchable, completely impossible to take away.

Unwilling to give up, he grabbed a handful and threw them into the Heavenly Thunder Stone. He couldn't possibly return empty-handed, could he? Even if they turned to ash once outside, it wouldn't be a wasted trip for Jiang Fan.

As he continued taking them, Jiang Fan found a crumpled scroll at the bottom of the box. It seemed to have been hastily and mistakenly packed along with the folding fans. He opened it and was stunned: "Detailed Blueprint for Crafting the Phoenix Feather Nine Flames Fan." "This wouldn't be the crafting blueprint you mentioned, lost for unknown reasons, would it?"

The evil spirit projected its divine sense. Upon seeing it, it let out a ghost-like gasp of surprise: "What? The lost crafting blueprint from back then is actually here?"

It extended two wisps of mist, which transformed into two hands, holding the scroll and examining it repeatedly. Excitedly, it said, "That's right! That's right! The rarity of the materials and the complexity of the crafting make it absolutely not a fake blueprint! It seems that back then, either the grandmaster artisan or their disciple accidentally mixed the blueprint into the box when packing the crafted Phoenix Feather Nine Flames Fans. Afterward, this box of supplies was never used, and the war ended. Undiscovered by anyone, it was simply stranded in this hidden space."

The evil spirit was overjoyed: "Kid, we didn't come here for nothing! If I were to sell this crafting blueprint outside, it would be more than enough to exchange for a miraculous elixir or a natural treasure that enhances the Nascent Soul realm. As for you, it would be no trouble at all to exchange it for a divine medicine that helps break through to the Nascent Soul realm."

"So valuable?" Jiang Fan quickly took out paper and pen and copied it down on the spot. If he encountered a fortuitous opportunity in the future, this blueprint might prove unexpectedly useful.

He had just finished copying. Suddenly, a faint silver light imperceptibly spread over Jiang Fan's arm. Wisps of spatial fluctuations flickered slowly.

The evil spirit immediately alerted, "Quick, get away! Someone tampered with you!"

Jiang Fan realized almost at the same time. Without a word, he directly shattered his sleeve and flung the layer of silver light away. But he was still a step too late. The silver light expanded with a *chi-la* sound, and space shimmered.

Wu Manyue's graceful figure emerged from it, snatching the "Detailed Blueprint for Crafting the Phoenix Feather Nine Flames Fan" from Jiang Fan's hand with lightning speed. Then she retreated several steps, holding the scroll, and revealed a smug expression.

"Hahahaha! Surprised? Delighted?" Wu Manyue wiped off the lingering silver light from her chest. She pursed her red lips, a teasing look on her face: "Did my chest rub against you comfortably, Junior Brother?"

Only then did Jiang Fan remember. When they set off, Wu Manyue had deliberately linked her arm with his and intentionally rubbed her chest against him. He had thought it was a tease, but it turned out she was deliberately tampering with him to snatch treasure at a crucial moment.

Jiang Fan laughed in exasperation: "You're truly something; you've been scheming against me from the start." Wu Manyue, as smug as a fox who had successfully stolen a chicken, laughed so hard her body swayed:

"My surname is Wu, the Wu from 'a small witch meets a great witch'! Little one, you're still too green to play with your Senior Sister." She said with a delicate laugh.

She unrolled the scroll with an air of composure. With just one glance, her pupils constricted like wheat awns, and she exclaimed, "A crafting blueprint for a top-grade spiritual artifact!" Her breasts rose and fell, she was so excited she was incoherent.

"I'm rich! Filthy rich! Jiang Fan, you're truly Senior Sister's lucky star!" Her previous losses were simply not worth mentioning compared to the blueprint before her!

Jiang Fan said indifferently, "Take your time looking at it." Anyway, he had already copied it, so the blueprint itself wasn't very valuable anymore. With curiosity, he continued to survey the space.

Wu Manyue quickly folded the scroll and joyfully tucked it into her bosom. Then she looked around at the various war weapons emanating destructive aura, exclaiming with mixed surprise and delight, "So many good things! Jiang Fan, you're not taking any of them?"

She paused, then realized something. A meaningful smile appeared on her face: "What a pity. You don't have a spatial storage artifact, so you can't take these large war weapons at all."

Jiang Fan turned his head, his eyes flickering slightly: "From your tone, it sounds like you have one."

Wu Manyue chuckled. She waved her hand at a bronze war chariot in front of her, and the chariot disappeared into thin air. "A spatial storage artifact?"

Jiang Fan was startled: "You truly keep your abilities hidden." He knew Wu Manyue possessed many treasures, but he never expected she would even have a spatial storage artifact. This woman's fortuitous encounters were unusually profound.

Wu Manyue made no effort to hide her smugness: "Hahahaha, no matter how good a spatial storage artifact is, without you, Junior Brother, bringing me here, I wouldn't be able to store so many good things!" While teasing Jiang Fan, she happily collected several war weapons one after another. After collecting a full ten items, she finally couldn't fit any more. She had to stop, her face full of regret.

"The rest will just have to go to others," Wu Manyue sighed with a face full of regret. Jiang Fan smiled meaningfully: "Congratulations, Senior Sister Wu, on your abundant harvest. You continue; your Junior Brother will take his leave now."