Volume 2: Heavenly Sword Mausoleum Chapter 78: Gathering Treasure Basin

  In the northwest of Yi State, deep in the mountains, a place rarely visited by humans, Jiang Feng stopped. According to Xue Dao's map, this should be the place he wanted him to come to.

  The surrounding terrain was roughly the same, with nothing but mountains and forests as far as the eye could see. It seemed that not only ordinary people wouldn't come here, but even cultivators wouldn't either.

  "The spiritual energy here is so low, it's almost as if it's a barren mountain and evil water. If the tomb of the bandit king were to be chosen here, it would really be quite safe." Jiang Feng muttered to himself while glancing around in all directions.

  Ziwei sat opposite Jiang Feng. As for what Jiang Feng was muttering, Ziwei seemed to care little about it. Jiang Feng also knew that unless he spoke to Ziwei first, she rarely initiated conversation with him.

  "You rest first, I'll go take a look and see if I can catch something to bring back for lunch." Jiang Feng stood up and walked towards the woods, saying as he went. After walking a few steps, Jiang Feng turned his head around and said to Zi Wei in an extremely emphatic tone: "If someone comes, you hide, don't wait until I get back and see that there's blood all over the ground. I don't want to see other people die, nor do I want to see you die."

  Zi Wei never gave Jiang Feng a straight look, as if Jiang Feng didn't exist at all. Jiang Feng was so angry that his teeth itched, and he also scolded himself for making trouble out of nothing. If she died, wouldn't that be better? Wouldn't that mean not having to worry about her anymore?

  In the desolate mountains and wild ridges, ordinary people would never come here. The spiritual energy is also low, so cultivators wouldn't choose to cultivate here either. In fact, Jiang Feng didn't need to worry about anyone coming at all. His warnings were truly a waste of effort.

  Before long, Jiang Feng returned. He was carrying two rabbits and a pheasant, grinning from ear to ear as he lit the fire, processed the rabbits, pulled out a small pot, and began making lunch.

  "This rabbit, it's not necessarily delicious when roasted. Dry pot is much better, I really like eating dry pot rabbit." Jiang Feng said while busy.

  Most of the time, Jiang Feng was talking to himself. Zi Wei didn't respond, and Jiang Feng didn't care about her either. Anyway, Jiang Feng wasn't talking to Zi Wei, he was talking to Lan Wu. But Lan Wu couldn't eat anything, so what's the point of saying how delicious the dry pot rabbit is?

  "Come on, try some, it tastes good." Jiang Feng said, pointing to the steaming hot dry pot rabbit.

  Ziwei slowly walked over and sat down, Jiang Feng had already started eating. The food was incredibly delicious, especially when paired with two mouthfuls of ice fire wine, it was even more refreshing. Ziwei also brought out a pair of chopsticks and picked up some rabbit meat to eat.

  Jiang Feng was eating while secretly glancing at Zi Wei, thinking to himself: I've been busy all day, you can't just eat for free, at least praise me a couple of times.

  In Jiang Feng's expectation, Zi Wei chewed on rabbit meat while nodding her head and saying, "Not bad, good stuff."

  "Delicious, right? I told you, dry pot is the best. If you like it, eat more. I'll cook the mountain chicken later." Jiang Feng said with a smile.

  Lan Wu said to Jiang Feng at this time: "Xue Dao is from a bandit background, right? What did he do when he was a bandit?"

  Jiang Feng's smile on his face suddenly wasn't so radiant. Lan Wu was telling Jiang Feng not to think that the things he made were particularly delicious, after all, Blood Knife was a chef by origin. He might have eaten even more good food than you.

  "I was saying that your casserole is not bad. It's a good thing. It's just that it's used to cook rabbit meat, which is a bit of a waste." Just as Jiang Feng's mood was low, Ziwei's voice came over.

  This sentence made Jiang Feng completely stunned. His gaze slowly turned to the pot on the fire, thinking in his heart, could it be that the treasure basin Ziwu said was actually the pot he used?

  Jiang Feng didn't have a pot, but he did have a helmet that was incredibly hard yet extremely light. He had picked it up when he first woke up in this world, with the intention of using it as a pot one day. And now, his wish had come true. But what he hadn't expected was that this soldier-like helmet would turn out to be a treasure basin.

  "Are you saying this thing is a treasure basin? Is it true or false?" Jiang Feng asked.

  Ziwei looked at Jiang Feng and seemed slightly surprised. She said, "Don't you know this is a聚宝盆? I thought you knew."

  Jiang Feng directly jumped up, took his helmet, the聚宝盆 in Zi Wei's mouth, and brought it down from the fire. Then he poured out all the rabbit meat inside. Zi Wei was actually a person who knew how to live. When Jiang Feng was pouring out, Zi Wei made her move, trapping all of Jiang Feng's poured-out parts in mid-air. And then she moved them back onto the fire.

  Holding the helmet in his arms, Jiang Feng quickly ran to a nearby stream and washed it clean. After that, he ran back again.

  "Don't eat first, is this really a treasure basin?" Jiang Feng asked Ziwei.

  Ziwei nodded silently, continuing to eat the rabbit meat. Jiang Feng looked at the steel helmet inside and out, also pondering with Lan Wu in his heart. However, neither of them could confirm whether it was true or not.

  "Since you recognize this thing, do you know how to use it?" Jiang Feng asked Ziwei again.

  Ziwei nodded again, still not speaking, and continued to eat her rabbit meat. Jiang Feng glanced at the pot on the fire, where the rabbit meat was being cooked by spiritual energy, thinking that if it weren't for the sake of Xuejian's face, he would definitely give Ziwei a good scolding.

  "You're afraid that you can't beat others and instead get killed by them with one slash, right?" Lan Wu's single sentence saw through Jiang Feng's little thoughts.

  Jiang Feng was mentally refuting Lan Wu, he must do it until death without admitting. Even if he thought of something in his heart, Lan Wu could hear it, and he would absolutely not admit it.

  On the surface, Jiang Feng smiled and said to Zi Wei: "Can you trouble yourself to instruct me on how to use this thing?"

  Ziwei's eyes moved back and forth between the rabbit meat on the bonfire and Jiang Feng's treasure basin, as if making some kind of choice. After a full minute, Ziwei finally gave up the rabbit meat on the bonfire and focused on the treasure basin. Jiang Feng also hastily presented the treasure basin.

  "Is there a law enforcement agency? Bring one over and use it." Ziwei said as she took the聚宝盆.

  Jiang Feng hastily pulled out a long sword with a red hilt and black blade from his storage bag. He was now very eager to see what the聚宝盆 could do. Was it really like the legend said, able to produce gold and silver? Or would it directly replicate something?

  "Are there any raw materials for making this artifact?" Ziwei said after taking over the sword.

  Jiang Feng nodded and took out the raw materials, handing them over while saying: "Why do you still need raw materials? Can't the聚宝盆 replicate things infinitely?"

  Ziwei also ignored Jiang Feng. After pouring his spiritual energy into the Treasure Basin, Ziwei threw the long sword into the Treasure Basin, and then threw in the materials used to make the long sword as well. Although the Treasure Basin was only the size of a steel helmet, the long sword disappeared after entering it.

  The聚宝盆 flew up amidst the continuous output of spiritual energy from Ziwei. The聚宝盆, which was slowly rotating in mid-air, gradually turned golden. The originally unclear floral patterns on its surface also became clear. Jiang Feng saw that those patterns were all sorts of gold and silver treasures.

  The golden light gradually grew stronger, and the sound of "ding-dong" came from inside the treasure basin. After about five minutes, the golden light on the treasure basin began to weaken, and Ziwei also received it in her hand.

  A red hilt and a black long sword came out of the mouth of the furnace, followed by a second and third long sword. Finally, there were some remaining raw materials.

  Ziwei tossed the聚宝盆 to Jiang Feng like it was trash and went off to eat rabbit meat. Jiang Feng, on the other hand, held onto the聚宝盆, sitting there with a foolish grin on his face. He had finally figured it out - this聚宝盆 could indeed replicate things. Although it required original materials, that was still incredible. If he were to get his hands on an extreme-grade elixir and find the spiritual medicine for refining elixirs, wouldn't he be able to directly replicate it, without having to worry about failing at refining?