NOVPUB"What do you want to do?"
Feeling Zhu Ling’s gaze upon him, the dragon panicked completely.
Zhu Ling said with a smile, "You are an old dragon that has lived for thousands of years, you should have more than just this pile of scrap metal, right?"
"So tell me, will you hand it over yourself, or shall I make a move?"
Upon hearing Zhu Ling’s words, the dragon’s expression suddenly became very complicated.
Han Chun and Nightingale also all looked up at the dragon, curious to see what it had hidden.
Seeing Zhu Ling staring at him fiercely, the dragon had no choice but to slightly lift its body, revealing a large pit underneath.
In the pit was a chest, the material of which was uncertain, but it gave the impression of being very sturdy.
Zhu Ling laughed.
She knew this old dragon must have hidden treasures.
Considering the long lifespans of the Dragon Clan and their penchant for collecting unique treasures, they usually keep all these treasures as their burial items, seeming to believe that only by dying with these treasures can they rest in peace.
So when Zhu Ling noticed all the trivial stuff like gold outside, she immediately realized the old dragon hadn’t brought out the real treasures.
"You bring out the chest and open it yourself."
Zhu Ling was still very cautious.
Who knows what could be hidden inside this chest?
The dragon hooked out the chest with its claw, then gently tapped on it, and various magical treasures instantly appeared before their eyes!
"Is this medicine? Why does it feel strange?"
Han Chun walked over to the chest, reached in, and took out a white jade porcelain bottle.
This kind of white jade porcelain bottle looked very similar to the bottles used by ancient Chinese doctors to store medicine.
However, Han Chun was certain that back then, few doctors could afford such jade bottles, so there must be some very precious pills inside.
Han Chun looked towards Zhu Ling.
"Sister Zhu Ling, can I take this bottle back for research?"
Zhu Ling asked, "What medicine is in this bottle?"
The dragon said gruffly, "Gathering Qi Pills, which can help in absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy after consumption."
"These would have been top-notch pills in the past, but now they are practically useless, as the spiritual energy around here is too rarefied. Using them might actually have the opposite effect."
The Myriad Tribes want to advance their cultivation and increase their power levels by absorbing spiritual energy.
The speed of absorbing spiritual energy determines how far you can go in the future.
The reason the Dragon Clan once dominated the world was because they absorbed spiritual energy quickly and had a very high conversion rate.
It’s like being on the same starting line with someone in a game leveling up.
If you can only absorb a few hundred experience points a day, but someone else can absorb thousands, how can you possibly compete?
There’s no game then!
The same principle applies between the Dragon Clan and the other Myriad Tribes.
Zhu Ling pursed her lips and said, "Gathering Qi Pills are indeed quite rare. Taking three for research should be enough, and I’ll take the rest."
Han Chun had no objections to Zhu Ling’s method of distribution.
After all, Zhu Ling was currently the strongest here.
If Zhu Ling disagreed, she could monopolize everything here, and what could anyone else do about it?
Nightingale walked over to the chest and pulled out a dagger.
"What kind of dagger is this?"
Holding the dagger in her hand, Nightingale felt extremely comfortable, as if the dagger was a part of her own body.
The dragon said somewhat helplessly, "This is not a dagger; it appears to be a famous sword from your human tribes, called the Fish Intestine Sword."
"This sword is characterized by its shortness and stealth, not to mention its sharpness, and there’s a deadly poison on the blade. The spike on the back of the hilt is the antidote."
Fish Intestine Sword!
Nightingale carefully played with it and examined it, discovering that indeed the words "Fish Intestine" were engraved on the hilt.
The most important thing was that the sword itself carried both a deadly poison and its antidote, a design that was truly ingenious.
"Can you give it to me?"
Nightingale looked toward Zhu Ling.
Zhu Ling was quite generous with people she knew well.
Not to mention that Wu Bin had to frequently accompany Nightingale on missions. The stronger Nightingale’s combat abilities, the more secure Wu Bin’s safety would be.
After Nightingale and Han Chun had made their selections, Zhu Ling hurriedly waved to Wu Bin.
"Bro, what are you dazing about for, hurry over here"
Bro?
And a dragon?
The dragon immediately locked its gaze on Wu Bin with its eyes.
Although Wu Bin had always been in the team, he was very steady and not talkative.
So the dragon had simply ignored him, not noticing him at all.
But now, hearing Zhu Ling call Wu Bin "bro", the dragon immediately became alert.
If Zhu Ling is so powerful, wouldn’t her brother be even more formidable?
The dragon paid utmost attention to Wu Bin.
But, to his surprise, he could not detect any scent of his own kind on Wu Bin!
There were only two possibilities for this.
Either Wu Bin was not of the Dragon Clan, or Wu Bin’s power was far above his own.
Could it be that Wu Bin was the latter?
Wu Bin did not know that the dragon had already regarded him as a superior ancient dragon.
He walked up to the chest, looked at the jumbled items inside, and could not muster any interest.
"Bro, what do you think about this set of techniques? ’East Sea Secret Art,’ just listening to the name it sounds impressive."
Wu Bin indifferently said, "I’m not interested."
He would get sleepy reading professional books, let alone these chaotic techniques.
All in classical Chinese, the more he read, the sleepier he became.
"Then how about this hammer? It should also be a magical artifact, able to destroy anything with just a bit of spiritual energy!"
"I’m not interested."
Wu Bin still could not muster any interest.
A college student himself, what would he need a weapon for?
Even though he had become a front-line fighter of the ninth institute, he would surely be hiding behind Nightingale and Zhu Ling, so he couldn’t possibly rush into battle with a hammer, could he?
That was something a reckless man would do, and Wu Bin would not behave that way.
Seeing that Wu Bin disdained this item and showed no interest in that one, the dragon grew even more nervous.
Truly a big shot, with such high standards!
But then a problem arose, what if he found nothing in this chest to his liking, would he turn his attention to himself?
While the dragon was thinking this, Zhu Ling pulled out a piece of clothing from the bottom of the chest.
Zhu Ling said with a disgusted face, "I thought the bottom of the chest would hold something good, but it turned out to be Ice Silk Soft Armor?"
"This thing isn’t that great, let’s just give it to Sister Nightingale."
"Wait a moment!"
Upon hearing it was Ice Silk Soft Armor, Wu Bin’s eyes instantly lit up.
"Is this thing impervious to knives and guns, immune to water and fire?"
Zhu Ling nodded, not understanding why Wu Bin would suddenly ask such a question.
