Ge Feng and Ge Ying followed Li Feng’s gaze and saw a skeleton in the corner of the cave chamber. Beside the skeleton were three ancient boxes. Even with Li Feng’s extensive experience, he couldn’t discern the era of these boxes.
“Let’s go take a look,” Li Feng said to Ge Feng and Ge Ying.
“Okay,” they nodded, following him toward the corner.
With the giant tiger dead, the cave posed no further danger. It was time to check their spoils, and all three, including Li Feng, were visibly excited.
Soon, they reached the three boxes. Ge Feng, eager, stepped forward to open one.
“Hold on,” Li Feng quickly stopped him.
“What’s wrong?” Ge Feng looked at Li Feng, puzzled. Having spent time with him, he didn’t think Li Feng was trying to hog the treasures. There had to be another reason.
“Better be cautious,” Li Feng said, stepping forward carefully with his saber raised.
Ge Feng pulled Ge Ying aside. The saying “better safe than sorry” rang true, and in that moment, Ge Feng’s respect for Li Feng grew.
Li Feng used his saber to gently pry open the lid of one box.
A golden light burst forth. Li Feng’s expression changed, and he stepped back, but there was no sound or movement. Looking up, he saw the box was filled with gold, silver, and jewels.
“Li Feng, these boxes should be safe,” Ge Ying said.
Li Feng shook his head. “Let’s stay cautious. We’re not in a rush.”
Ge Feng nodded in agreement. “Li Feng’s right. This cave has existed for who knows how long. Better be careful. If there’s danger, it’ll be too late for regrets.”
Using the same method, Li Feng opened the other two boxes, revealing their contents.
Besides the box of gold and jewels, one box contained over a dozen scrolls, and the other held more than a dozen jade bottles.
“What are these…” The three approached, examining the scrolls and bottles. As martial artists, they had little interest in gold and jewels.
“Let’s take a look,” Li Feng said, picking up a scroll and unrolling it.
Ge Feng and Ge Ying did the same.
“Mine’s a sword technique,” Li Feng said.
“This one’s a spear technique,” Ge Feng noted.
“This is a fist technique,” Ge Ying added, then exclaimed, “These scrolls are all martial techniques!”
“Seems so, but these techniques…” Li Feng hesitated. They differed from the techniques in his memory. Could they be Mysterious-grade techniques?
“These are Mysterious-grade martial techniques,” Ge Feng confirmed. As a cultivation genius of the Ge family, he had encountered Mysterious-grade techniques before.
“Really Mysterious-grade?” Li Feng’s face lit up. Yellow-grade techniques were basic, but Mysterious-grade techniques were far more powerful. Most techniques in his memory were Yellow-grade, with few Mysterious-grade ones, so finding so many here thrilled him.
“Yes,” Ge Feng nodded.
Ge Ying, picking up a jade bottle, exclaimed, “These are medicinal pills!”
“What?” Li Feng and Ge Feng were stunned, looking at her in disbelief.
“They’re pills. This is a Foundation Pill,” Ge Ying said, shocked. Pills were rare; even their family didn’t have them, only using medicinal brews from alchemists. She hadn’t expected to find Foundation Pills in this cave.
“Are all of these pills?” Li Feng’s eyes burned as he looked at the other jade bottles.
“Let me check…”
They examined each bottle, confirming they all contained Foundation Pills, with ten pills per bottle, totaling fifteen bottles.
“Ge Ying, what’s a Foundation Pill?” Li Feng asked. He knew nothing about pills.
“Foundation Pills are one-star medicinal pills. They speed up a martial artist’s cultivation and increase the chance of breaking through minor realms. They’re suitable for martial artists below the Innate Realm. I read about them in our family records,” Ge Ying explained.
“I see,” Li Feng nodded, then suddenly exclaimed, “Look, there’s something on the skeleton!”
Ge Feng and Ge Ying looked and saw a piece of cloth hanging on the skeleton.
Given how long the person had been dead, with even their clothes rotted away, how could this cloth remain?
Li Feng used a dagger to carefully lift the cloth and place it on the ground.
“Is this a spatial bag?” Ge Ying gasped.
“A spatial bag? This is a spatial bag?” Li Feng could hardly believe it. He had wanted one, but he hadn’t expected to find one so soon.
“Yes, spatial bags are made of special materials that don’t decay over time,” Ge Ying explained.
“Could there be something inside?” Li Feng asked.
“No,” Ge Ying shook her head.
“Why not?” Li Feng asked, puzzled, hoping for more treasures.
“A spatial bag is linked to its owner’s consciousness. When the owner dies, it becomes ownerless, and the contents spill out,” Ge Ying said, pointing to the boxes. “These three boxes likely came from this spatial bag. Unlike spatial rings, which are advanced storage items with the owner’s divine sense, a spatial bag is just a low-grade storage item. Only if the divine sense remains do the contents stay inside.”
“Li Feng, since you’re the only one without a spatial bag, this one’s yours,” Ge Ying said.
“Exactly, Li Feng, take it,” Ge Feng agreed. It was just a spatial bag, and without Li Feng today, they might not have survived, so they weren’t petty about it.
“Then I won’t refuse,” Li Feng accepted. He truly needed a spatial bag; otherwise, travel would be inconvenient.
“Now, let’s divide the spoils.”
After discussion, they split the items: Li Feng took five scrolls, Ge Feng and Ge Ying each took four, and each got five bottles of Foundation Pills.
With Ge Ying’s guidance, Li Feng learned to use the spatial bag.
He sent his consciousness into it, finding a four-square-meter space in his mind. Satisfied, he nodded. It was small but sufficient for now. In the future, he believed he could find a spatial ring.
He stored the scrolls, Foundation Pills, and his large bundle in the spatial bag, hanging it at his waist. “Much more convenient,” he said to Ge Feng and Ge Ying.
Ge Feng said, “A spatial bag is essential for martial artists, especially in places like the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Without one, it’s a hassle.”
Li Feng nodded. Lacking a spatial bag, he had brought little to the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
“Should we leave now?” Ge Ying asked.
“No. The tiger’s dead, and this cave is safe for now. Let’s rest here before leaving,” Li Feng smiled, glancing at the tiger’s corpse. “Besides, this tiger’s meat is the finest food for martial artists. It’s a delicacy. Don’t you want to try it?”
“Great idea!” Ge Feng’s eyes lit up. The energy in beast meat was unmatched by ordinary food, greatly beneficial for martial artists.
“I’ll gather some firewood,” Li Feng said.
“No need,” Ge Feng shook his head, glancing at Ge Ying.
“This is…” Li Feng stared, dumbstruck, as the siblings pulled out a gas stove, gas canister, pots, and utensils from their spatial bags.
“We have a gas canister and a powerful stove. No matter how tough the tiger meat is, it’s no problem. If that fails, we have a pressure cooker,” Ge Feng said. “We didn’t use these earlier to avoid our pursuers, but in a safe place like this, we can have a proper meal.”
“Are you here to train or to vacation?” Li Feng took a deep breath, shocked. He hadn’t expected the siblings to bring such things to the Hundred Thousand Mountains, but it sparked an idea—now that he had a spatial bag, should he carry such items too?
“Training is training, but enjoyment matters,” Ge Feng said, setting up the stove. With a spatial bag, only a fool wouldn’t bring such things to the wilderness.
“I’ll fetch water.”
With their combined efforts, they skinned and deboned the tiger, cutting a forty-to-fifty-pound piece of meat to cook in the pot. Meanwhile, the three sat cross-legged to rest and recover their energy.
Li Feng took a bottle of Foundation Pills from his spatial bag, poured out one, and swallowed it without hesitation.
