My Informative Cultivation Life

"So many Nine-Transformation Golden Pills!" Yang Ji was ecstatic, yet he maintained the composure he ought to have, looking around, and indeed he saw a line of characters etched with Dao Runes on the ground.

[Whether you are the one fated to inherit or the one who comes to compete for the inheritance, by entering you have fate, and the Medicine Pills can all be taken.]

[These Nine-Transformation Golden Pills were concocted by me in my spare time with my own cultivated medicinal ingredients. They're not considered very good, but if you fancy them, feel free to take them away.]

Yang Ji clicked his tongue in wonder. Nine-Transformation Golden Pills, and they are not considered good?

At a glance, he saw information displayed; he discovered that within one day, these Nine-Transformation Golden Pills could actually provide him with 700 Cultivation Points.

What did that mean?

It meant that if he continuously consumed these Nine-Transformation Golden Pills, he would be able to reach the peak of Golden Core in just over fifty years. If he were to consume Demon Essence Pills instead, with an increase of 120 Cultivation Points per day, it would take more than three hundred years to reach the peak of Golden Core.

The value of this difference is imaginable.

Yang Ji had heard about these Nine-Transformation Golden Pills from his conversations with Jian Yuanzi; even in the Dao Sect, they were considered top-notch Cultivation Pills that only geniuses such as those with a Spiritual Body or Sacred Body could consume.

The rest of the disciples usually consumed either First-Transformation or Third-Transformation Golden Pills.

In Fu Dongliu's view, these Nine-Transformation Golden Pills were normal, but in Yang Ji's eyes, they were supreme treasures.

This was fate.

How could he not want them?

Without hesitation, he swept up all the Nine-Transformation Golden Pills in the room into his bag.

This opportunity was simply too great, not only obtaining the follow-up Cultivation Technique for the Humanoid Weapon but also a large quantity of Nine-Transformation Golden Pills. Such fortuitous encounters were off the charts.

No wonder Jian Yuanzi said cultivation is a third reliant on opportune encounters; indeed, some things can only be gained through luck.

Had it not been for that earthquake, how could he, Yang Ji, have arrived in this underground world ahead of time to obtain such fortune?

Grateful and reverent, he bowed immediately toward the characters etched on the ground as a way to show respect to Predecessor Fu Dongliu and to thank him for his gift.

Then he turned and bowed toward the outside of the door, thanking the earthquake for the opportunity it had brought.

At this moment, Yang Ji was overjoyed. He left the Pill Room and turned to enter the [Artifact Refining Room].

As soon as he pushed the door open, another thrilling scene greeted his eyes. The room was filled with a myriad of suspended weapons, each enveloped by a ball of Spiritual Light, and at least dozens were in sight.

Yang Ji was tremendously excited. What kind of rank could these weapons be?

Forged by such a significant figure, could they be Treasure Devices or Dao Devices?

He quickly surveyed them, but soon, his excitement began to wane [Low-grade Magical Artifacts], [Mid-grade Spiritual Artifacts], [Supreme Magic Tools], [Lower-grade Spirit Instruments]...

Making a quick assessment, the majority were Magical Artifacts and Spiritual Artifacts.

Yang Ji couldn't help but feel disappointed, and a hint of confusion arose. How could the weapons forged by such an entity be of such low quality?

Instinctively, he looked down at the ground and indeed found another line of small characters etched with Dao Runes.

[In my leisure time, I made some trifles using materials from this underground world. Although their grades are not high, each one is crafted to perfection without flaws. If the ones who arrive here fancy them, they're free to take them.]

Upon seeing this, Yang Ji thought to himself that it was no wonder; these were just trifles crafted by Predecessor Fu Dongliu using materials from the underground world, which explained why their quality wasn't very high.

Good materials yield good devices, and it seemed that this underground world did not have any materials suitable for forging higher quality weapons.

However, Yang Ji still looked hopefully at the floating orbs of weapon light, hoping to find one or two higher-grade Magical Treasures.

After a thorough inspection.

Suddenly, Yang Ji's eyes lit up, his gaze locking onto one of the weapon light orbs.

(Over 4000 words, too lazy to split, just combined into one chapter. The last part is put in the author's notes. Watch the video to earn Qidian coins and never worry about not having money to read books again.)