47: They are all treasures, take them all!

Gu Yue was very familiar with the terrain near Burial Immortal Valley.

She directed Su Yang all the way forward.

Su Yang moved incredibly fast with his Shadow Travel Boots.

In less than an hour, he arrived at the battlefield from that day.

All the beast blood had congealed, and the entire open area had turned a dark red, emitting afishy foul smell of blood.

Because the beast cores were continuously emitting Spiritual Qi, the corpses remained intact and showed no signs of decay.

To Su Yang's surprise, besides a few weak young beasts gnawing on the corpses, he didn't see any other Spirit Beasts here.

Was someone ambushing him here again!?

This thought flashed through his mind, but Su Yang quickly dismissed his worries.

He figured it was most likely because the Blue-Winged Sky-Rending Eagle had gathered a large number of surrounding Spirit Beasts to the battlefield, and all who came died here, creating a Spirit Beast vacuum zone within a hundred-mile radius centered on the battlefield. That's why the smell of blood here hadn't attracted a large number of Spirit Beasts.

“Tsk tsk tsk, my little master is really amazing. At the Foundation Establishment Stage - Mid Phase, you actually killed so many Spirit Beasts stronger than you. Your strength is so great, you don't seem like an ordinary person experiencing cultivation for the first time. Could it be that you are the Reincarnation of some powerful being?”

Gu Yue looked at the ground full of Spirit Beast corpses and casually teased.

Su Yang shrugged and remained silent.

He couldn't confirm or deny the Reincarnation, but his identity as a Transmigration was indeed real.

Of course, he wouldn't tell her about this identity.

Su Yang surveyed the Spirit Beast corpses before him. The Berserk Blood Bear's claws were useful, its hide was useful, its teeth were useful, and even its bones were useful—the entire bear was useful.

And these Iron Feathered Eagles, their lightweight bones and metallic feathers were prime materials for crafting Magical Artifacts.

And this Golden-Armed Mantis, its scythe-like arms were harder than ordinary Magical Artifacts; with a little crafting, they would become a Sharp Weapon.

Holy cow.

They were all treasures!

During the battle, he hated these Spirit Beasts to death, but now, returning to the battlefield, Su Yang loved these Spirit Beast corpses to death. For a moment, he didn't know where to start or how to begin.

“My little master, don't you have a Storage Pouch? Just pack all these Spirit Beasts and take them away~~~ You can process them slowly after you get back.”

Gu Yue reminded him.

“There are no less than a hundred Spirit Beast corpses here. Can the Storage Pouch hold them all?”

Su Yang wasn't stupid; it was just that in his understanding, Storage Pouches had limited capacity. Using a Storage Pouch to hold a hundred Spirit Beast corpses was truly beyond his comprehension.

“Hehehe~~~ Isn't this Storage Pouch your own item, little master? Can't you tell this is a top-tier Storage Pouch? Not to mention these Spirit Beast corpses, if you have the ability to cut off an entire mountain at its roots, you could even pack up and take the whole mountain with you.”

The thousand-year-old fox demon naturally had extensive experience.

“Holy crap, it's that awesome!?”

Su Yang was shocked.

He hadn't expected the Sect Master to be so generous, giving him such a top-notch Storage Pouch!

Well, what else was there to say? If he could collect everything, there was no need to pick and choose. Strong or weak, just load them all up!

Especially that Blue-Winged Sky-Rending Eagle, Su Yang sneered, first digging out its beast core, then packing it up as well.

All the Spirit Beast corpses were packed up, leaving behind only a dry blood lake.

“Let's go, Gu Yue.”

Su Yang re-identified his direction, flew into the air, and rode his sword, rapidly speeding towards the camp.

Given his current importance to the Sect, even if the 7-day activity period had passed, the people from Profound Heaven Dao Sect likely hadn't left yet. As for the other Seven Sects, they probably wouldn't leave either.

Not to mention they all wanted to see if he was dead or alive, but with the divine sword in his hand, the other Seven Sects couldn't possibly remain indifferent... At Flat Top Peak, the Burial Immortal Valley camp.

The seven-day period had long passed, and the sun of the eleventh day had already risen.

The Disciples from the Eight Sects who participated in this Spirit Beast competition had already been teleported back when the activity ended.

Each Sect suffered losses, with nearly a third of their Disciples perishing in the dangerous mountains.

As for the gains of the remaining Disciples, they were few and far between.

According to previous years' activities, about half of the Disciples would acquire Spirit Beasts, but this year, less than a fifth did, with only a few lucky Disciples from each Sect obtaining Spirit Beasts.

With heavy losses and meager gains, all the Sects were quite disappointed.

However, compared to the Profound Heaven Dao Sect, the other Seven Sects didn't feel as bad.

Su Yang, the Profound Heaven Dao Sect's newly emerged peerless genius, had not returned after the seven days ended and was not teleported back. It was now the eleventh day, and the people sent to find him had not brought back any news.

This extremely bad news for the Profound Heaven Dao Sect was undoubtedly the best news of the year for the other Sects.

Of course.

On the surface, no one was willing to show their inner joy too obviously.

“Old Wen, don't keep such a stern face. Cultivators have always believed that life and death are fated, and wealth is determined by Heaven. You're not being very much like a cultivator. Calm down, calm down. Even if that kid really can't come back, your Profound Heaven Dao Sect is still the number one Sect in the world.”

Zhao Shengdao, the Sect Master of the Five Elements Sect, said, patting Wen Yuheng on the shoulder.

“Sect Leader Zhao, don't talk nonsense! Su Yang will definitely come back!”

Before Wen Yuheng could speak, Wen Yunyao flared up first.

She was already anxious when Su Yang didn't return after the seventh day's activity ended. Now, on the eleventh day, he still hadn't returned, and she was burning with anxiety.

“Look at you, girl. I didn't say he really couldn't come back. I said 'just in case'.”

“You agree, don't you, Sect Leader Wen?”

Zhao Shengdao's expression was full of concern, but everyone could hear the schadenfreude in his words.

Ye Jinghan from the Yu Ling Sect also walked over and said politely and gently, “Sect Leader Wen, there's no need to worry. All the Sects have already sent their Stewards and Disciples to search for Su Yang in the mountains. They will surely find him.”

“Su Yang is the master of the divine sword, favored by Heaven, so he naturally won't die easily in these vast mountains. Sect Leader Wen, there's no need to be so anxious.”

Wen Yuheng forced a smile but only nodded without speaking.

His gaze remained fixed on the distant mountains, hoping to see Su Yang return at the first moment, unwilling to admit that this peerless genius, bestowed upon the Profound Heaven Dao Sect by Heaven, had perished in the depths of Burial Immortal Valley.

Seeing his silence, Ye Jinghan politely withdrew.

He returned to his father, Ye Canglong's, side.

The father and son exchanged glances, and a barely perceptible chilling joy of victory shone in both their eyes.

When they lost contact with the Blue-Winged Sky-Rending Eagle, they both thought their plan had failed.

But Heaven was clearly favoring them; Su Yang hadn't returned after the seven-day activity ended, so it was highly probable their plan had succeeded.

Now, on the eleventh day, Su Yang was still without any news, making them even more certain that Su Yang had died in the beast tide, or even if he hadn't died directly in the beast tide, he must have been severely injured and killed by other Spirit Beasts.

“Old Wen, don't be like this. We'll wait here with you!”

“As long as Su Yang isn't found, we'll stay here with you, until Su Yang is found!”

Ye Canglong stepped forward to comfort him, his face showing the utmost sympathy.

The other Sect Masters also came forward to offer comfort.

Wen Yuheng merely smiled politely without speaking, his gaze constantly fixed on the mountain forest.

In the far distance, a figure was flying on a sword.

“Su Yang?”

Wen Yuheng's expression changed, and his already nervous mood instantly became even more so.

Looking as far as he could, that tiny figure instantly enlarged before his eyes, and a smile immediately bloomed on Wen Yuheng's face.

“Hahaha, Su Yang is back!!!”

Wen Yuheng's loud laugh, like a clap of thunder, shattered the schadenfreude of the other Sect Masters, who all looked in astonishment towards the distance.

Zhao Shengdao, the Sect Master of the Five Elements Sect, instantly had a grim expression.

Even more grim than his was the father and son pair from the Yu Ling Sect, Ye Canglong and Ye Jinghan.

How could this be????

He, a mere Disciple at the Foundation Establishment Stage - Mid Phase, was actually able to withstand the terrifying beast tide's attack and survive!?

It must be fake!?