Chapter 662: Qintian Monitor

Jiang Fan looked confused. What did that mean?

Jiuyin Zhu slowly said, "The Nascent Soul cultivators from beyond the domain returned overnight, carrying the ancient giant's corpse."

"Their purpose for this trip was the ancient giant's corpse. It was finally time to distribute the spoils of war. Unless there were special circumstances, who would stay?"

They came for the ancient giant's corpse? Jiang Fan was surprised. But on second thought, he realized it made sense. People will kill for profit, but no one conducts business at a loss. So many Nascent Soul experts crossed vast oceans, sparing no effort, magical power, or even various elixirs and magical treasures. It couldn't all be driven by a sense of justice, could it? There must have been immense profit driving their actions.

"What's the use of an ancient giant's corpse?" Jiang Fan asked curiously. It could actually attract so many Nascent Soul experts, who would risk everything to kill an ancient giant.

Jiuyin Zhu's eyes showed a hint of envy. "To exchange for treasures. Although the ancient war had ended, some remnants of the ancient giants still survived. Therefore, the sages of various races established Qintianjian bureaus in various places. Qintianjian continuously issued bounty missions throughout the year, with the bounties targeting the remnants of the ancient giants."

Qintianjian? Jiang Fan's eyes lit up. Rubbing his chin, he said, "A mission that can draw a swarm of Nascent Soul experts must have an astounding reward, right?"

Jiuyin Zhu said, "Decades ago, a lucky Core Formation ninth-level martial artist picked up a half-dead ancient giant and took it back to claim the reward. A month later, everyone began respectfully calling him 'Venerable'."

Jiang Fan and Consort Yunxia were both greatly astonished.

"One ancient giant, exchanged for a breakthrough to Nascent Soul?" Jiang Fan's mouth immediately felt dry. The ancient giant was too valuable, wasn't it? Valuable beyond imagination!

"So, do you understand now why those Nascent Soul cultivators from beyond the domain were so eager to rush back and claim their rewards?" Jiuyin Zhu said, "The rewards from Qintianjian are irresistible to Nascent Soul experts. If there are still Nascent Soul experts on the ground who haven't left, then there's only one possibility. He's injured, very, very seriously injured. He can't leave even if he wants to."

Jiang Fan suddenly understood! No wonder Jiuyin Zhu said that encountering a Nascent Soul from beyond the domain was a great stroke of luck. Anyone who remained and hadn't left was a severely injured, dying Nascent Soul. If one could wait for them to die and pick up their magical treasures... Just thinking about it made one's blood boil.

Consort Yunxia's eyes showed a fervent look, saying, "Then what are we waiting for?" She set off decisively.

Jiang Fan pondered for a moment, then said, "Senior Jiu, when Haimi wakes up, tell her to come find me." The Demon Emperor scales on Haimi the Demon King's body could be very useful at a critical moment. Having spoken, he also departed decisively.

When the two reached the ground, surprisingly, they no longer clashed. Consort Yunxia said, "Let's split up. Don't be more than a thousand zhang apart. If you're in danger, I'll rescue you in time. If I'm in danger, I'll trouble you to use that lightning divine ability to help me escape."

When even Consort Yunxia felt danger, it meant they had encountered an insurmountable foe. Jiang Fan nodded. This woman loved to throw tantrums when nothing was wrong, but when there was trouble, she was exceptionally reliable.

The two immediately split up. Watching Consort Yunxia leave, Jiang Fan immediately patted the sleeping little Qilin in his arms. "Time to work. See where there are good things."

The little Qilin groggily opened its eyes and grumbled complainingly, "Can't you let me sleep a bit longer? Even oxen and horses need rest."

Jiang Fan's mouth twitched. This fellow, how many days had it been sleeping, and it still hadn't rested enough? He really didn't know what was wrong with it; it was getting more and more sleepy.

"Less chatter, more work!"

The little Qilin reluctantly scanned its surroundings, then couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "So many good things? Finally, it's no longer a pile of junk. Three excellent treasures are located: three hundred zhang to the west, one thousand zhang to the east, and eight hundred zhang to the southwest. Especially the item at eight hundred zhang to the southwest, Master must acquire it!"

Jiang Fan immediately teleported to the location three hundred zhang to the west. Here was a canyon, gouged out by an ancient giant's club. In the mud at the edge of the canyon, there was a bead radiating Buddhist light, with a faint crack on its surface! Jiang Fan recognized it as the Buddhist prayer bead necklace from the young monk of White Horse Temple. He didn't know what kind of battle it had endured, but the prayer bead necklace had burst open. He excitedly picked it up.

The moment he touched it, the Buddhist light enveloped him, causing Jiang Fan to momentarily lose his composure. His mind went blank, filled with peace and purity. Melodious Buddhist chants echoed. Fortunately, his soul was strong enough, and he woke up in time.

"Just the leaked Buddhist light has such power to control the mind," he thought. "If I were to crush it, and the Buddhist light burst forth, wouldn't it make people instantly convert to Buddhism?" He picked it up as if he had found a treasure.

Then he rushed non-stop to the east, one thousand zhang away. Here, the ground was scorched black. More than a dozen mangled corpses, exuding astonishing Yin energy, lay scattered around.

"Yin corpses?" "Peak Core Formation ninth-level Yin corpses?" Jiang Fan was slightly surprised. These were different from Wang Chongxiao's Yin corpses. All of them were at the perfected ninth level of Core Formation; even with a discounted combat strength, they were still around the ninth level of Core Formation. The key was, there were many of these Yin corpses! He sifted through the Yin corpses covering the ground, cleaned them slightly, and found six that were still usable. He immediately tried to activate the Yin corpse refining method from the Iron Man. He imprinted each of the ready Yin corpses one by one. A feeling of spiritual connection spread through him. He decisively put all the Yin corpses into his spatial storage device.

Then he flashed away, rushing to eight hundred zhang southwest. Along the way, he found many fragments of spirit artifacts, shattered jade talismans, and remnants of various defensive armor. Even as raw materials, they were quite valuable. But Jiang Fan had no time to spare for them. He swiftly arrived at the most important location the little Qilin had mentioned.

Hundreds of zhang away, he saw what the little Qilin had spoken of. His pupils involuntarily constricted. He saw a five-zhang-tall, blood-stained spiked club, plunged upside down into the earth. This was the ancient giant's weapon! A powerful weapon that had once crushed countless Nascent Soul experts! Its level was no lower than human spirit artifacts! Jiang Fan's eyes burned with fervor. This was definitely a massive treasure!

But he immediately calmed down. Something was wrong! Even if those Nascent Soul cultivators from beyond the domain were eager to return and distribute the ancient giant's corpse, it made no sense for them to abandon the spiked club, right? Why didn't they take it? Could the spiked club itself be dangerous?

"It would be great if someone could go and test it out." Jiang Fan rubbed his chin. He somewhat missed the pleasant times of cooperating with Wu Manyue. How great it would be if she were here.

Just as he was considering whether to control a few Yin corpses to test it, suddenly, he smelled a wisp of familiar Yin energy.

"Wang Chongxiao?" Jiang Fan's gaze shifted, and he decisively put on the Turtle-Breath Cloak. To conceal the vital energy on his body, he also hid near a patch of ground stained by Nascent Soul blood.

He had just finished hiding when he heard Wang Chongxiao's familiar enthusiastic voice. "Senior Brother Zhang, I didn't lie to you, did I! If that's not the ancient giant's spiked club, then what is it?"

Wang Chongxiao and three disciples of an outer-domain divine sect, wearing dark uniforms, arrived side by side!