Am I Rich?

"Master, you're a damn genius!" the little book spirit couldn't help but exclaim.

Xu Xian being able to think of such a method of attack didn't surprise it.

But being able to force Xu Xian to use such a method was indeed unexpected.

It was clear that this old tortoise must have been really asking for it before this.

Tragic!

Truly tragic!

Just thinking about it made its skin crawl.

Xu Xian felt a bit helpless as he didn't want to do this, but what else could he do when he had no other way to deal with it?

The little book spirit asked weakly, "How many days has it been soaking?"

"Six days!"

The little book spirit pinched its nose with one hand and gave a thumbs up with the other. "Incredible!"

After finishing his business, Xu Xian pulled up his pants and jumped down from the alchemy furnace. He took a sip of wine to moisten his throat and unsealed his cultivation.

Demon qi and spirit qi quickly surged through his body.

His exhausted body was nourished, and his complexion recovered at a visible rate.

Now that the little book spirit was awake, he felt there was no need to continue his deposits for now.

Besides, it was time to go back. There was no point in wasting more time with this idiot without getting any benefits.

"What do you plan to do with it, Master?" the little book spirit took the opportunity to ask.

"What else? Just let it soak."

The little book spirit swallowed and asked weakly, "Uh... is it still refusing to say anything?"

Xu Xian blinked, confused. "Say what?"

The little book spirit tilted its head, wearing the same expression. "Master, didn't you ask it anything?"

Xu Xian was still dazed. "Ask what?"

"Uh... like why it's locked up here, or things about the Li family and Fanzhou?"

The little book spirit thought that Xu Xian couldn't possibly be uninterested in these things.

After all, it concerned his master Li Taibai, as well as itself and the sword stele.

Why was the Sword Mound in the lower realm, and what hidden secrets were buried in Fanzhou?

Xu Xian glanced sideways and clicked his tongue.

"Are you really not interested, Master?"

Xu Xian said lazily, "Of course I am, but do you think a creature like this would tell the truth? If it dared to speak, would you dare to believe it?"

"Uh!" The little book spirit was speechless.

Crude but true. Previously, as complete strangers, the old tortoise had already played Xu Xian by lying that the Shadow Soul Stones were its droppings and mocking him for liking filth.

Now, it was literally soaking in it.

The grudge between them was completely established.

It was certain that as long as the tortoise believed Xu Xian was a descendant of the Li family, it would never tell the truth.

Even the demon gods had tried to trick Xu Xian by inserting hidden agendas into the primordial demon script.

This old tortoise had lived for millions of years. If given the chance, its methods would probably be even dirtier than Xu Xian's.

However...

It looked at the large alchemy furnace and whispered, "It's in this state, surely it won't keep being stubborn?"

Xu Xian sneered. "Forget it. For an old monster like this, unless it knows you can actually kill it, it might give you a couple of true words. Otherwise, it's a waste of effort."

The little book spirit fell silent. Xu Xian was right to be cautious.

"I just couldn't stand it acting all high and mighty. I wanted to disgust it and teach it a lesson," Xu Xian said resentfully.

The little book spirit didn't say anything more and just asked, "Then... shall we leave?"

Xu Xian suddenly asked, "Can that sword strike of yours kill it?"

Even though he knew the answer, he couldn't help asking.

He had been down here for over a month and had gained nothing. Going back like this felt wrong.

The little book spirit shook its head without hesitation. "No."

"What if you slash it a few more times?"

The little book spirit still shook its head and explained, "It's useless. I can't break its defense. An immortal's body is undying and indestructible, let alone an Immortal King like him. Moreover, it's an old turtle with a powerful bloodline. Its physical defense is slightly better than a normal Immortal King's."

Xu Xian took a small sip of wine, his expression dimming.

As expected, it still wasn't enough.

"However..."

The little book spirit paused, and Xu Xian immediately perked up.

"However what?"

The little book spirit rubbed its chin solemnly. "If I could manifest the third sword, I might actually be able to kill it. Hmm... even if I couldn't shatter its divine soul, taking an arm or a leg shouldn't be a problem."

Xu Xian was intrigued. "Really?"

"No problem," the little book spirit confirmed.

Xu Xian calculated in his mind. If that were true, the trip wasn't in vain.

At least he found the source of the Shadow Soul Stones and discovered the old tortoise.

Once he had the power to kill it, he wouldn't have to worry about it not complying.

He didn't believe an old tortoise that had clung to life for so long would be unafraid of death.

At that time, maybe he could unravel the mysteries of this world.

Even if those mysteries were useless to him now, he knew the little book spirit wanted to know how it ended up here and what the relationship was between its former master and the Li family.

At the very least, Xu Xian could take back some Immortal King-grade meat.

Immortal King-grade turtle meat must be incredibly nutritious.

Even if it was a bit... seasoned.

Xu Xian thought that if he washed it a few times and boiled it for a while, he probably wouldn't taste anything...

If it didn't work, he'd give it to Lu Yuan and the others.

Seeing Xu Xian's wicked smile, the little book spirit felt a chill.

Knowing its master, it was sure he was up to no good.

He was probably planning how to scam someone.

"Master!"

"Master!!"

"Ah!" Xu Xian snapped out of it.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing."

"Tsk tsk!"

Xu Xian remembered something and waved his sleeve. A suspension mirror appeared out of thin air. "Right, take a look at this. Is it worth anything?"

The little book spirit's eyes widened. "Where did you get this?"

"I picked it up!"

"Nice find!"

"Don't be cheeky, let's get down to business."

The little book spirit flew around it, activating the Pupil of Insight and visual sharing.

"See for yourself, Master..."

A line of white text appeared on the mirror as if it were an item description.

[Era of Primal Chaos Emperor Weapon: Bixu Mirror]

Xu Xian whispered, "Emperor weapon?"

He searched his memory for knowledge on Emperor weapons.

In the Cangming Realm, weapons were ranked in six grades: mortal, spirit, earth, heaven, immortal, and divine.

Emperor weapons weren't a separate rank but fell under the category of divine weapons.

It was called an Emperor weapon because it was the life-bound weapon of an Immortal Emperor.

So, an Emperor weapon was a divine weapon.

An Era of Primal Chaos Emperor Weapon meant it was the life-bound weapon of an Immortal Emperor from the Era of Primal Chaos.

This mirror was on par with the twelve swords in his Sword Tower.

Xu Xian swallowed and looked at the little book spirit. "Am I rich?"

The little book spirit nodded heavily. "Yeah, you've hit the jackpot this time!"