My Master Knows It All-Chapter 1358 - 327_5

From afar, everyone watched Xiang Ziyu continuously plucking treasures out of the void in handfuls, their hearts anxiously racing. Xiang Ziyu wasn’t retrieving them one by one, but rather seizing entire piles at a time. Arriving here ahead of everyone else, just how many treasures could he have already taken? He...

Just as everyone was about to rush forward to fight for the treasures, suddenly, their expressions turned indescribably peculiar.

What Xiang Ziyu grabbed were indeed treasures; the brilliance they gave off was unquestionably real. The problem, however, was that upon closer inspection, not a single one of these treasures appeared intact!

There was a three-legged cauldron missing two legs, a vase without one of its handles, half of a pagoda, and a longblade... which was now reduced to nothing but a broken hilt.

It was the Abandoned Treasure House of the Heaven Prayers Sect.

Instantly, everyone’s minds clicked together. Their own Great Teachings had places like this too. After all, with the constant battles the members of a Great Teaching were involved in, many treasures inevitably got damaged. Some of these damaged treasures could be repaired, but others were either exceedingly troublesome or prohibitively expensive to fix. Some were outright beyond salvage. Thus, such treasures were stored in a repository of abandoned treasures.

Periodically, the sects would take these abandoned treasures out for centralized processing, first having their artifact-refining masters examine them to determine which items were worth repairing and which could be restored.

Those deemed repairable would be mended, while those irreparable yet still valuable would be kept temporarily. The rest were melted down into raw materials.

However, the intervals between such processes were not short. In some sects, it might happen every thousand years. In others, it might take ten thousand years, or even tens of thousands of years, to deal with their Abandoned Treasure Houses.

Xiang Ziyu had come to the Abandoned Treasure House, leaving everyone hesitating for a moment. These abandoned treasures, being piled up here, were undoubtedly all broken. Items that hadn’t been repaired in the first place were clearly of little value or particularly difficult to restore.

In this case, these treasures were likely to be destined for the smelting furnace, used only as forging resources.

"So it’s the Abandoned Treasure House."

Among the crowd, a tall, gaunt female cultivator with pallid skin, whose entire figure looked like it could crumble at any moment, shook her head and turned away, flying toward the distance. If there were no opponents here and she had plenty of time, she naturally wouldn’t mind competing for some of these scraps. After all, once smelted down, they could still yield a decent sum of materials.

But the problem was that Xiang Ziyu was already here. If she chose to fight over these treasures, a confrontation with someone whose physical strength and mana had reached the Golden Core Period Limit would be inevitable. It simply wasn’t a wise choice.

Moreover, more importantly—this was the Heaven Prayers Sect. Everyone from the sect had perished, leaving their treasure vaults ownerless.

If she were to engage in conflict and vie for something, why wouldn’t she target the actual treasure vaults rather than waste time on these discarded scraps?

Not to mention, these were just some abandoned treasures. How many could the Heaven Prayers Sect possibly have left? frёewebηovel.cѳm

As she turned and departed, the others followed suit one after another. Perhaps these abandoned treasures held some appeal for lesser individuals, but everyone who had made it here first was an elite being. Their sights were set far beyond broken trinkets—they were after the grand treasure vaults of the Heaven Prayers Sect!

One after another, the cultivators turned and flew toward the vaults they had spotted earlier. One of them even sighed and remarked, "That Xiang Ziyu is rather shrewd. He knows that while his sect has three experts at the Golden Core Period Limit, it’s still just a sect. How could they possibly contend with our Great Teachings!

"So, he simply abandoned any thought of competing for the primary treasure vaults and went straight for these discarded relics. Given the value of these remnants, it’s unlikely that anyone powerful will bother to contend with him."

Xiang Ziyu, watching as the crowd hurriedly arrived and then hurriedly left, wore a faint smile on his face that seemed to say, "Fools drunk in their delusions while I alone see clearly."

"Typical side characters. They have no idea where the real treasures are."

Xiang Ziyu was perfectly content to have them all leave, sparing him from distractions. He resumed his happy hoarding of the abandoned treasures until, before long, even his Qiankun Bag was full to the brim.

"This Heaven Prayers Sect... the leftovers of unusable treasures they’ve accumulated are truly astonishing. Perhaps back when our Eastern Wasteland experts, or even some from the Eastern Province, fell to their schemes, the treasures of those masters mostly ended up here."

The Qiankun Bag was not of infinite capacity. Every time Xiang Ziyu went out, he would always bring along several extra bags, knowing he’d always reap a harvest outside.

Yet now, even he found himself running out of Qiankun Bags.

His gaze shifted to the corpses of a few Heaven Prayers Sect disciples lying nearby. In a flash, he remotely extracted the death aura clinging to their bodies, rifling through their belongings to procure Qiankun Bags from them.

As for what was inside their Qiankun Bags, he didn’t even bother to check, instead continuing to shovel piles of abandoned treasures into his ever-growing stash.

He was simply taking the Qiankun Bags as an afterthought. Meanwhile, elsewhere in the Heaven Prayers Sect, others had begun to target the dead bodies as well.

These individuals, without exception, were all from various sects.

The members of the Great Teachings had gone straight for the treasure vaults as their goal.

As for the corpses scattered across the ground, the Great Teachings cultivators couldn’t have cared less. But those from the ordinary sects thought differently—they knew they had no hopes of claiming any piece of the vaults’ treasures.