Unknowingly, half a day has passed.
At first, Su Yue and the others were enthusiastically rummaging through the garbage mountain, hoping to find a big treasure.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t that easy.
In the wetland, the Spiritual Qi is abundant and highly corrosive, plus the Scab Beast Demon throws things randomly into the mud, further damaging the items, the situation is downright awful.
After great effort, they found a battle axe similar to Su Batian’s, but before Bai Xiaolong could show off, the axe fell and almost crushed him.
After many trials, they found a box of pills.
ng Yang imagined gaining 80 years of Inner Strength and becoming a top martial artist, reaching the pinnacle of life.
Who could have thought, the pills crumbled at a touch.
Yang Lezhi also found a mask, his heart pounding. Ever since he got the Demon Technique, he felt masks were the most mysterious thing in the world.
He even had a premonition that he might obtain an unparalleled combat thod.
Unfortunately, it was just a regular mask, purely a cool accessory, and its durability was gone.
Su Yue also found over a dozen trash items with no use.
Trash!
Trash!
Trash!
All trash, Zhao Qian’en was right, except the researchers from the Research Institute, no one would be interested in this junk.
And Su Yue can confirm that among the trash, there’s actually a lot of important information; we just can’t recognize it.
"Why is there nothing here, so frustrating."
Yang Lezhi found a spot out of interest, sat on a tree stump casually, and sighed towards the sky.
He’s just waiting for his Rosha Grass, then imdiately returning to the Divine Land to quickly find the next moneymaking project, still with a gap of over two hundred million.
No idea how terrifying my Demon Technique truly is.
Bai Xiaolong has basically given up as well.
On the other hand, ng Yang and Zhao Qian’en were full of energy.
ng Yang is broke, with a pile of loans, which is understandable.
But Zhao Qian’en is quite mysterious.
Why is he so invested?
Su Yue and the others don’t understand, but they don’t bother asking too much; anyway, this guy can’t run away, once back to the Divine Land, the truth will reveal itself.
But Su Yue trusts his intuition; he feels Zhao Qian’en is not a spy.
...
Unknowingly.
A day has passed, and Zhao Qian’en lived up to expectations by finally finding a few usable items.
"Brother Garlic, if you get caught by the Divine Land, I’ll bring you food."
Yang Lezhi becos increasingly pleased with Brother Garlic.
He’s covered in dirt, all because of us.
Hopefully, he’s not a spy.
"Brother Garlic, thank you so much this ti!"
Bai Xiaolong also nods and attentively helps Zhao Qian’en wipe the dirt from his face.
"Brother Garlic, your selfless actions make want to swear brotherhood with you!"
ng Yang squats in front of the few items, his eyes fixed without blinking.
"Let’s think about how to divide them, there’s only four items, and there are five of us here."
Su Yue frowned.
Speaking of which, this is a dilemma.
Originally, Brother Garlic could be excluded from getting anything since he is a suspect.
Now the situation is different; all four items are from Brother Garlic. Even with thick skin, they feel guilty claiming them all.
But Brother Garlic doesn’t have ti to search any further; soon, the Scab Beast Demon Emperor will bring the Rosha Grass and Poison Willow Ore, and they’ll need to leave unless the Scab Beast Demon Emperor disagrees.
Four items are already Brother Garlic’s limit.
No choice, the junk in the garbage mountain is really too much, even though Zhao Qian’en has a perfect mory and is an eighth-grade, he must carefully sift through, which takes a lot of ti.
"Su Yue is the team leader, out of these four items, he can choose one.
"The remaining three, draw lots; whatever you get is what you get, fair and reasonable!
"As for what these items are, I’ll tell you after the lottery is done."
Zhao Qian’en proposed his opinion, fair and reasonable.
"Hey, Brother Garlic, you don’t want anything?"
Su Yue asked in surprise.
Brother Garlic is fifth-grade, but it’s hard to believe he would be so generous.
Look at Bai Xiaolong and ng Yang, also fifth-grade; they’re drooling like dogs.
And Brother Garlic even knows the origin of these items?
This Brother Garlic is becoming more and more unfathomable.
"Mm, I don’t want anything!
"There’s no need to doubt , very immature, once back to the Divine Land, the truth will be clear.
"I can promise one thing; I’m definitely not a traitor from a foreign race."
Zhao Qian’en shook his head.
What a joke, in just over a day, I’ll beco a dignified Ninth Grade General; these items are completely aningless.
Zhao Qian’en needs treasures found in the Eight Races Sacred Land.
The reason he’s eagerly treasure-hunting is because he feels for Su Yue and the others.
They all look strong but obviously poor as low-tier martial artists.
Though they’ve spoken rudely to , my identity unknown, it’s understandable.
Zhao Qian’en needs to help out.
"Su Yue, I respect Brother Garlic’s opinion; you go ahead and pick!"
ng Yang said.
"Mm, since Brother Garlic doesn’t need anything, we’ll thank you once back at the Divine Land."
Bai Xiaolong nods too.
"Brother-in-law, don’t waste ti, hurry and choose!"
Yang Lezhi urged.
...
A sword covered in mud.
A very large, very black, very thick, very hard sword.
Whether from corrosion or sothing else, this large black sword has no edge, more like an oval tal pole, but it clearly has anti-corrosion traits, as the sword body has no holes.
This sword is really large, when upright, it reaches a normal person’s chest.
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