CHAPTER 402: CHAPTER 288: WHY DON’T YOU CHANGE YOUR NAME TO SUFFERING DIVINE MONARCH

Gu An had never thought of competing with anyone for anything.

Except for the logging job.

No matter what kind of opportunity it was, he didn’t have much desire to fight for it.

Nirvana Dao Scripture or underground palace treasures, it made no difference.

He never thought of entering and obtaining the treasures himself.

Even the mightiest of things had little to do with him.

Previously, he lacked a cultivation method.

Perhaps he would have fought for it to make himself progress faster.

But for other things, there was nothing worth fighting for.

Yet, he never thought that the less he wanted something, the more serendipity would bring it into his hands.

Looking at Chen Changfeng’s excited expression, he felt uncomfortable.

*He really couldn’t imagine why this person in front of him could always obtain things so swiftly.*

The Nirvana Dao Scripture, and the same with the trip to the underground palace.

*Such people were certainly extraordinary.*

*Not someone to provoke, only to be avoided.*

"Did you get this from the underground palace?" Gu An asked expressionlessly.

This trip wasn’t without its gains for him; at least, he became more familiar with controlling the Seven Emotions and Six Desires.

*He even felt that his emotions were hard to stir.*

"Yes, they all belonged to the principal," Chen Changfeng replied.

Gu An fell silent.

*Was this person in front of him taking the blame?*

*Some things, once obtained, could be detected.*

*Not to mention the sword and the mysterious clothes.*

*This box, with black smoke emanating from it, couldn’t he see it?*

"No, since you obtained it, keep it. I just wanted you to ensure my safety; this belongs to your opportunity. Keep it." Gu An looked at him and said seriously, "Besides, this task is almost over. As per my promise, you can leave anytime."

Initially, Gu An hadn’t thought of driving him away.

*But he shouldn’t have brought things back.*

*Now, it was impossible not to let him go.*

*Especially this box.*

*He had no idea what it was.*

Upon hearing this, Chen Changfeng was taken aback and said, "Principal, you can’t drive me away. I have bled for you and earned merits. I won’t leave."

Gu An: "....."

*Could it be that you’ve brought trouble to me?*

Gu An looked at the sword and the mysterious clothes and hesitated, asking, "Did you get these two from the depths of the underground palace?"

"No, because time was short, I just randomly entered a room, unexpectedly found these things, and brought them back. They aren’t core treasures." Chen Changfeng said seriously.

Gu An looked at the box in silence.

*Though he wasn’t particularly knowledgeable, this box was indeed unusual.*

*Perhaps the true treasures of the underground palace weren’t deep within, but rather on the outside.*

*Otherwise, how could this sword and these mysterious clothes appear so extraordinary?*

Gu An felt that after acquiring Xuanhuang Qi, his vision was still keen.

*Especially this box, smoke was constantly billowing from it.*

*But it seemed Chen Changfeng really hadn’t seen it.*

"Did anyone see you?" Gu An asked.

"No," Chen Changfeng replied confidently.

With that, Gu An then said, "Take the sword and mysterious clothes. As for this box..."

Gu An hesitated slightly and said, "When you leave the city, find a place to dispose of it."

"Okay, I’ll do as the principal says." Chen Changfeng didn’t even ask why.

*Gu An had already prepared an explanation, but since the other party was so agreeable, it saved him from having to elaborate.*

Soon, they arrived outside the city.

Chen Changfeng casually found a place and dug a hole.

Then he threw the item in.

Afterward, they left by sword control.

However, Gu An used Blood Spirit to approach that place and set up a sealing array taught by the Blood Demon Divine Monarch.

*How long it could hold was uncertain, but it should last for a day at least.*

*By the time it was discovered, it would have nothing to do with him.*

*Chen Changfeng might also have been sent away from Cangmu Sect by him.*

*By then, he would be completely out of danger.*

*Otherwise, who knew what kind of variable this thing might bring?*

On the way back.

Gu An passed through several places.

They were cities of cultivators.

After allowing Chen Changfeng to wander on his own, Gu An took on the identity of Zuo Youyan and began selling his belongings.

Many magic treasures and elixirs could be sold off.

They should be worth quite a few spirit stones.

There were also various magical techniques up for sale.

Senior Sister Qing Chenxi, Senior Sister Zheng Xiu, Luo Yutong, Wu Yunzhong, Hu Hai, as well as recently Senior Brother Hua, Senior Brother Fan, and other remnants from kind predecessors.

Each could be sold.

But Gu An wouldn’t sell everything in one place.

A few here, a few in the next city.

*Having come out, it made sense to sell off some things that were completely useless and free up some space.*

Originally, he had slightly over ninety-eight thousand spirit stones.

*With these transactions, it directly increased to two hundred thirty-four thousand.*

*Wealthy, so incredibly wealthy.*

*Before, having a hundred thousand was considered very rich, but he hadn’t anticipated accumulating more than two hundred thousand this time.*

*Now, what couldn’t he buy?*

Talismans, magic treasures, and some auxiliary elixir pills could be stocked up.

*There always would be a time of need.*

*For instance, Chen Changfeng’s injuries, plus the strengthening body and mind pills for the children.*

*Throughout his journey, even if he didn’t personally use those elixirs, they would eventually come in handy.*

*Of course, it would be best if he didn’t have to use them on himself.*

*Even if unused, they must be available.*

When passing the last city, Gu An felt he was already the wealthiest in the area.

Many things could be prepared.

Only upon leaving did he notice someone selling peanuts.

They were the kind with shells.

Gu An stood in front of the stall, thinking of his superior.

*He wondered if the other party liked peanuts.*

*If he did, could it prevent him from being given a hard time?*

"Young sir, homegrown peanuts, would you like to try some?" the old man asked.