The pavilion stood three stories high, with a plaque bearing the three large, iron-hooked characters: "Treasure Pavilion."

In front of the Treasure Pavilion, four disciples stood guard. Qin Yang didn't know if there were guards inside, as the distance was too far to tell.

No other place had designated disciple guards, only the Treasure Pavilion did.

"That must be an important place of the Celestial Sword Pavilion. However, I can't head there openly yet. I'll sneak in after nightfall to check it out."

Qin Yang murmured to himself, sitting cross-legged among the branches, concealed by the dense leaves. It was almost impossible to see him from outside.

"I need to restore the spiritual power within me first."

Qin Yang closed his eyes, channeling the Nine Revolutions Star Technique, and entered a state of cultivation.

Just as Qin Yang settled into meditation, the Sword-wielding Elder returned to the Celestial Sword Pavilion, leading several disciples. At his command, the pavilion sprang into action, with white-robed disciples patrolling everywhere.

The evening descended, and the sky gradually darkened.

Two figures passed beneath the tree where Qin Yang was cultivating.

"Sword-wielding Elder, the Pavilion Master led the chase but didn't catch that kid. There's no trace of him in the pavilion either. Could he have already fled?"

A white-robed disciple spoke.

"It's possible he's no longer on Celestial Sword Mountain. However, he may have run away, but he can't escape forever. He dares to steal our Spirit Fish; even if he flees into the mundane world, he won't escape our pavilion's pursuit."

The Sword-wielding Elder snorted coldly.

"Sword-wielding Elder, could that kid be from the Sea Dragon Sect or the Dark Palace?"

The white-robed disciple asked.

"Probably not. I've sparred with that thief; he doesn't seem like someone from Sea Dragon Sect or the Dark Palace. However, his methods are quite strange, and he possesses several extremely rare talismans."

"Talismans? Those that can only be obtained from such Secret Realms or Cave Mansions?"

"Wang Ming, silence."

The two gradually drifted away, and on the ginkgo tree, Qin Yang opened his eyes, with a glint of cold light in their depths.

Survival of the fittest, the law of nature; the Celestial Sword Pavilion is not to be trifled with, and neither is he, Qin Yang.

"It's hard to say who will win."

Qin Yang muttered to himself. However, these two seemed not particularly surprised by the mention of talismans. What's going on?

Could there be such talismans on this Earth?! What do they mean by Secret Realm and Cave Mansion?!

These doubts lingered in Qin Yang's mind. It seemed this world of Ancient Martial Artists was not as simple as he thought. He needed to enhance his strength and bring the Celestial Sword Pavilion under his control.

Then, whether it's the Fire Spirit Fish or the answers to these questions, there will be results.

Qin Yang closed his eyes again, quietly waiting for the cover of night.

The night finally fell, as a crescent moon gradually ascended into the sky.

The cool moonlight poured down, and Qin Yang finally opened his eyes. The spiritual power within him had fully recovered.

Qin Yang stood up, his gaze glimmering as he looked toward the distant Treasure Pavilion. After adding a Wind Manipulation Technique to himself, his figure flashed, gliding down from the ginkgo tree.

With the cover of night, Qin Yang quickly approached the Treasure Pavilion, hiding behind a stone pillar.

"Celestial Eye Opening."

Qin Yang activated the Celestial Eye, discovering an elderly blue-robed man guarding the first floor. The old man had a strong aura and his strength was at the Profound Tier. Sneaking into the Treasure Pavilion without him noticing would be quite difficult.

"I'll have to use that trick."

Qin Yang pondered for a moment, forming a seal with his left hand while gathering spiritual power in his right. A faintly glowing spiritual butterfly gradually took shape in his palm.

The process was very taxing on heart power and spiritual power. This kind of spiritual butterfly could make people fall into a temporary sleep.

"Sleep-inducing butterfly, go!"

Qin Yang whispered in his heart.

The butterfly fluttered its wings, flying through the doorframe's gap into the pavilion, eventually hovering over the blue-robed elder's head, transforming into a wisp of light, merging into the elder's body.

The blue-robed elder's eyelids suddenly grew heavy. With a yawn, he immediately fell asleep.

"The Sleep-inducing butterfly can only keep him asleep for no more than ten minutes. I need to hurry."

Qin Yang murmured. The Sleep Technique could also put people to sleep, but it required the other party's resistance to be weak and a finger touching the opponent's head.

Qin Yang lightly tapped his toes on the ground and gracefully floated to the second floor of the Treasure Pavilion, flipping in through a window.

As soon as he entered, Qin Yang's eyes lit up.

On the stone shelves were dozens of weapons, including swords, knives, axes, whips, and various other weapons. They were all exquisitely crafted.

Among these weapons, swords were the most prevalent. As Qin Yang's gaze swept over, it landed on a light purple sword.

This sword was placed at the highest position among all the weapons, vaguely the leader of all.

"This is..."

Excitement flashed in Qin Yang's eyes as he stepped forward.

The purple sword displayed on the rack was extremely thin, with purple intricate patterns on the blade, subtly exuding a sharp, murderous aura.

Beside the sword rack, a wooden plaque bore four vigorous, ancient characters: Purple Blood Soft Sword!

Qin Yang picked up the sword from the rack. The Purple Blood Soft Sword felt extremely light in his hand. He gently sliced the stone shelf beside him, leaving a deep crack.

"How sharp indeed."

Qin Yang exclaimed in awe, testing it by injecting a surge of spiritual power.

"Buzz~!"

The blade vibrated slightly, and the purple blood patterns on the sword glimmered faintly for a moment.

"This is a Treasure!"

Qin Yang's eyes shone brightly with excitement. He could sense the presence of Spiritual Beast Blood within the Purple Blood Soft Sword.

"It's mine."

Qin Yang said happily, claiming it without hesitation. With this Purple Blood Soft Sword in hand, his strength would be greatly enhanced.

After sweeping his gaze around the second floor again, Qin Yang found no other weapons that caught his eye.

"I wonder what's on the third floor."

Qin Yang glanced at the staircase leading to the third floor and walked up.

The third floor was quite spacious, with only one stone rack, on which more than a dozen jade boxes were displayed.

Qin Yang casually picked one up and opened it, finding a very ancient book inside.

"Lingyun Swordsmanship."

Qin Yang looked at the cover of the book and read the four ancient traditional characters.

"It seems that this floor only holds Martial Skills."

Qin Yang glanced at the other jade boxes on the stone rack, murmuring. However, he was a cultivator and had no use for, nor did he care about, these Martial Skills.

"Although I can't use them, perhaps Bai He and Zhao Hui might. The Hundred-step Flying Sword attack of that white-robed old man isn't weak; I wonder if it's among these skills."

Qin Yang thought, and started searching.

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