Rebirth of the Urban Demon Lord

Chapter 26 Qiankun Bag

Chapter Twenty-Six: The Universe Bag

Besides the skeletons that had already turned to white bones, there were many other corpses in the hall. Apart from Liang Yongqing and his gang of dead, Cui Yi's two disciples and three companions, no one recognized the other thirteen corpses.

Cui Yi stepped forward to check, then looked up and said, "It should be one of the cultivators who entered the ancient tomb earlier; only one of them escaped."

Zhuo Yang nodded, then examined each corpse, a process known as "searching the corpses," and even took the time to examine the remains scattered all over the ground.

Yeah, it's about picking up equipment.

Zhuo Yang wanted to search Liang Yongqing and the other three thoroughly, as he wanted to find out how they had rapidly improved their cultivation levels.

The energy fluctuations rapidly increased the concentration of energy on Blue Star, but to enable cultivators to quickly improve their cultivation levels, a secret method was required. Although Liang Yongqing and the others weren't truly at the Golden Core stage, their cultivation was still quite impressive. This was what intrigued Zhuo Yang.

The items found were piled up, including various porcelain bottles and weapons, but only a palm-sized burlap sack caught Zhuo Yang's eye.

"What is it?" Chen Guo leaned closer, her voice as gentle as a first love's.

Cui Yi and his disciples, who were standing nearby, all shivered and looked at Chen Guo in astonishment.

"Hey, Su Hui, isn't Teacher Cui's cousin always so cold? Why is she acting all cutesy now?" Meng Xiaojun asked in a low voice.

Before Su Hui could respond, Chen Guo glared at him, startling Meng Xiaojun so much that he quickly shrank back and hid behind Su Hui.

"Hmph!" Su Hui was very dissatisfied, her little face full of hatred: Vixen, she flirts with any good man she sees!

Chen Guo moved even closer to Zhuo Yang and asked softly, "Zhuo Yang, what is this cloth bag? It looks very ordinary."

A wisp of lightning flickered in Zhuo Yang's palm, causing the cloth bag to light up briefly before returning to normal; it remained a burlap sack.

"This is the famous Qiankun Bag, but unfortunately the material is a bit inferior, and the internal space is only about one cubic meter." Zhuo Yang smiled slightly at Chen Guo, and then hung the refined cloth bag on his waist.

Although it's a basic Qiankun Bag, it's definitely a rare and highly sought-after item.

Chen Guo looked on enviously; she wanted one too, but unfortunately, she never had the chance.

This magic bag is so convenient! You can just throw your cosmetics in it when you go out!

Zhuo Yang's heart stirred, and he drew a flying dagger from his waist. With a flash of lightning, he removed the spiritual imprint he had engraved on it and handed it to Chen Guo.

Close combat is Zhuo Yang's favorite. Seeing Chen Guo's eyes practically popping out of their sockets, he decided to give her a sweet treat to stop her from clinging to him like a little shadow.

"This is for you. Refine it with your true essence. It's an essential magic weapon for assassinations, sneak attacks, and everyday life!" Zhuo Yang said with a smile.

Chen Guo blushed instantly, hesitated for a moment, then grabbed the throwing knife and held it in her palm.

"Thank you, and thank you for saving me before. I will definitely repay you if I have the chance in the future." Her face turned even redder, her big eyes sparkled, and her long eyelashes fluttered like fans, her gaze captivating.

Zhuo Yang pretended not to see it, looked down on all the piles of things, and went to find Pan Jianbo.

Chen Guo was still staring blankly at Zhuo Yang's retreating figure when Cui Yi walked over and placed a large hand on her shoulder: "Little sister, hurry up, your brother supports you in pursuing him!"

"Who, who's chasing him?" Chen Guo almost jumped up, then ran away in a panic.

Cui Yi scratched his head and chuckled, then looked at Zhuo Yang and sighed, "This kid is the most amazing genius I've ever seen. I feel like his true essence fluctuations aren't even as good as mine, so why is he so powerful?"

They wanted to recruit Zhuo Yang into the Dragon Court, but then they thought, would such a free-spirited person accept such constraints?

If bringing it up offends someone, it could backfire!

After much deliberation, Cui Yi decided to maintain his good relationship with Zhuo Yang and wait for the right opportunity.

Afterwards, Cui Yi also started collecting equipment. What Zhuo Yang looked down on was a treasure in his eyes—lots of pills, and decent weapons too. He planned to find a way to bring them back to the Dragon Court and have a master craftsman forge them, which would arm many of the Dragon Court's warriors…

"Holy crap, the Corpse General's Horse-Slaying Blade!"

Cui Yi suddenly shouted and pulled out a huge horse-slaying sword from the pile of corpses.

Zhuo Yang glanced at it and laughed, "I got the Qiankun Bag, the Zhanmadao is yours!"

“Okay!” Cui Yi immediately agreed. He really liked the horse-slaying sword, which suited his fighting style.

With his sword slung across his back, he refused to give up anything else, and soon his appearance changed; he looked like a scavenger, covered in belongings from head to toe. His disciples were also mobilized, taking everything they could carry.

At the exit of the hall, Pan Jianbo and his tomb raiding companions stood trembling in front of Zhuo Yang, not daring to utter a sound.

Their cultivation levels were genuine Yellow Rank, all of them fourth grade, so they dared not act arrogantly in front of Zhuo Yang.

"Want to learn real skills?" Zhuo Yang looked at them and asked with a smile.

Pan Jianbo swallowed hard and patted his chest forcefully: "Brother Zhuoyang, just tell us what you need. We'll do whatever it takes to help you!"

Zhuo Yang smirked and said wickedly, "I need you to do things for me. Are you willing?"

The two men's legs went weak when they saw Zhuo Yang's smile, and they were speechless with trepidation.

"It seems you've agreed." Zhuo Yang's smile deepened, and he extended his hands, inviting the two to place their hands in his palms.

His companion hesitated, but Pan Jianbo made up his mind and stretched out his hand first, and his companion reluctantly stretched out his hand as well.

Zhuo Yang grabbed their hands, raised his sword-like eyebrows, and released a wisp of the Demon Lord's primordial spirit.

In an instant, the two men's expressions turned to extreme panic. They tried to escape, but their bodies froze and they couldn't move at all.

Before me lay a desolate landscape: the sky was red, the earth was boundless, and wild grass grew everywhere.

A deafening roar resounded as countless colossal beasts fled in terror. Behind them, dust billowed into the sky, and a pair of enormous, crimson eyes emerged from the dust, as if the sky itself had been stained blood red by those eyes.

The strange phenomenon vanished in the next instant, and Zhuo Yang was still there, smiling calmly.

"Remember this feeling. I need you to help me find it." Zhuo Yang released their hands and stood with his hands behind his back. "Before that, I can teach you the true methods of cultivation. If you find anything with this feeling in the future, tell me, and there will be a reward for you."

Pan Jianbo knelt down with a thud, raised one hand, and swore with excitement, "I, Pan Jianbo, will give up tomb raiding from now on and follow Zhuo Yang wholeheartedly. Master, please accept my bow."

His companion thought for a moment, then quickly knelt down and swore an oath.

Zhuo Yang stepped aside and calmly said, "I don't easily accept disciples. You may rise."

Seeing that neither of them was willing to get up, Zhuo Yang chuckled and said, "Fine, I'll give you a chance. We'll talk about master and disciple again when you both successfully establish your foundation."

"Thank you Master!"

Pan Jianbo stood up excitedly, pulled his companion up as well, and scratched his head, saying, "Master, this is my tomb raiding brother, Feng Rong. He's a bit slow and doesn't react quickly, but he's very reliable. You'll see later. I'm willing to entrust my back to him."

Feng Rong nodded repeatedly, then chuckled sheepishly.

Zhuo Yang preferred Feng Rong's personality. Pan Jianbo was a bit sly, so he nodded and said, "I'll teach you the techniques after we leave the ancient tomb. Now, let's go inside and see what good things are inside!"