Within this stone chamber, on the shelves, there were hundreds of such jade bottles, each filled with golden Spirit Pills.
At a glance, there must have been at least ten thousand golden Spirit Pills.
Chu Fengmian’s face brightened with joy.
He had just recently become capable of activating the Monument of Fertility, but every activation required the consumption of a large amount of spirit medicine.
Now that he could collect this batch of golden Spirit Pills, it would be enough to sustain Chu Fengmian’s consumption.
Moreover, the essence of spiritual power in the golden Spirit Pills was far superior to the Qi Gathering Pills; their effect on cultivation was much stronger than that of the Qi Gathering Pills.
Chu Fengmian waved his hand, and all the golden Spirit Pills in the stone chamber were collected by him and placed into his storage bag.
Chu Fengmian glanced at Han Yueli and began to speak.
"These pills are of no use to you at the moment, so I will collect them."
"My life is already fading; even if you gave the pills to me, they would be of no significance. Take them for yourself," Han Yueli said coldly.
Her heart understood the fate of her cold qi affliction; without even a life to speak of, why would she care about any Spirit Pills.
"Fading life? Your affliction of cold qi, in fact, is not beyond cure. If one could find the right spiritual medicine, it would indeed be possible to dispel the poison from your body," Chu Fengmian frowned as he answered upon hearing Han Yueli’s words.
He wasn’t lying to Han Yueli, but Han Yueli had never believed him.
The affliction of cold qi was indeed incurable by anyone in the Nine Domains, but Chu Fengmian was different.
The Ice Lotus Sword Technique was originally created by Chu Fengmian’s fourth senior sister. Hence, Chu Fengmian was exceedingly familiar with the Ice Lotus Sword Technique and had even practiced a few moves.
Therefore, if anyone in the Nine Domains had the chance of saving Han Yueli, the most likely person would indeed be Chu Fengmian.
"You don’t need to deceive me any longer. Allowing me to live for an extra month and a half has already been more than enough for me," Han Yueli said somberly. Her voice remained as calm as before.
Right now, Han Yueli’s heart was nearly in a state of death, devoid of fluctuation, and she herself felt no hope left.
"Deceive you? If we could truly find a fire-type divine medicine, the minor cold poison in your body would be resolved in an instant," Chu Fengmian said with a cold huff.
The invasion of the cold poison, although troublesome, was not truly incurable. The cold poison could ultimately be resolved; it was just that ordinary spiritual medicine had no effect on it.
"Fire-type divine medicine, though rare, is not without hope in this treasure trove of the Emperor of Fertility. The Emperor of Fertility is considered a distinguished figure within the Nine Domains, and perhaps in his tomb, it may indeed be possible to find a fire-type divine medicine," Chu Fengmian spoke out loud.
These words, however, sparked a flicker of hope in Han Yueli’s eyes.
"Are you speaking the truth?" Han Yueli asked incredulously.
With her affliction of cold qi, the countless ancient texts she had read all indicated a certain demise; she had never heard of someone being cured of such an affliction.
"Of course, it’s true," Chu Fengmian said confidently.
"I, Chu Fengmian, have not once lied in my life, let alone to deceive a woman."
Hearing Chu Fengmian’s words, a change finally came over Han Yueli’s expression, no longer as calm as before.
Chu Fengmian let out a sigh of relief, but in his heart he sighed.
His words were indeed no lie to Han Yueli. If he really could find the fire-type Sacred Medicine, Chu Fengmian could truly dispel the cold poison in Han Yueli’s body.
But this fire-type Sacred Medicine was not as easy to find as Chu Fengmian had suggested, at least there was not so great a hope.
Sacred Medicine was a peak Spiritual Medicine located in the Nine Domains. Even the former Sword Dao Master had great difficulty obtaining it, and each appearance of Sacred Medicine in the Nine Domains was enough to cause a bloody storm.
Sufficient to make the seven great sects slaughter and fight over it, even Saints could possibly fall in battles over it.
Possessing a Sacred Medicine was not that simple.
Perhaps with the power that the Emperor of Fertility had during his life, it was possible to obtain Sacred Medicine, but the chance was less than one in a hundred.
Moreover, once a Martial Artist obtained Sacred Medicine, they would certainly refine it immediately; how could it possibly be left behind. The chances of that were even slimmer.
So Chu Fengmian’s words indeed contained some deception to Han Yueli, but Chu Fengmian ultimately did not want to let Han Yueli be disappointed.
"Let’s keep moving. Deep within this mausoleum we might find the true treasure of the Emperor of Fertility."
Chu Fengmian glanced at Han Yueli and once again took her arm.
He then once more activated his movement technique, continuing to traverse within the mausoleum.
Storerooms would certainly not be the only one in the mausoleum—it seemed that the Emperor of Fertility had divided his wealth among countless storerooms one.
The more storerooms they found now, the more wealth they could obtain.
Chu Fengmian followed the guidance of the Artifact of Fertility, rushing towards the depths of the mausoleum.
Every storeroom they encountered along the way was broken open by Chu Fengmian, all the treasures within taken, acquiring countless Spirit Pills and Spiritual Medicines.
Yet, these Spirit Pills and Spiritual Medicines were all quite common items, although they were much higher in grade than those that could be obtained outside nowadays.
But what kind of person was the Emperor of Fertility? His strength had even surpassed the Divine Power realm, more powerful than even Saints.
How could his treasure be these ordinary items? These things could only be a small part of the treasure.
The real treasure and riches were still in the depths of the mausoleum.
Chu Fengmian gripped Han Yueli’s hand and traveled through the mausoleum, spending nearly three hours and covering a thousand miles.
"We’re in the vicinity, the paths have started to decrease. It seems we should be nearing the interior of the mausoleum."
Chu Fengmian surveyed the surroundings and muttered to himself.
These numerous paths would ultimately lead to only one, the one leading to the real treasure; with the guidance of the Artifact of Fertility, Chu Fengmian would naturally not go astray.
However, on this path, Chu Fengmian actually sensed the presence of others and found some footprints.
The Mausoleum of the Emperor of Fertility had only just opened, so these footprints couldn’t have been left from the past.
On the side, Han Yueli saw Chu Fengmian suddenly stop and asked softly.
"There have been people here recently."
Chu Fengmian spoke in a low voice.
It seemed that a portion of the countless Martial Artists had, by fluke, found the correct path.
This was not good news. If someone truly dared to find the treasure of the Emperor of Fertility before Chu Fengmian,
everything Chu Fengmian had done could have been in vain.
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