Chapter 2 Divine Skill_3

This person was wearing a dark golden robe.

"Someone's drowning?"

Fang Han promptly jumped into the water and rescued the person.

"No breath left, this is a floating corpse." After pulling the person out, Fang Han's heart contracted sharply. The scene before him was indeed quite horrifying.

This person was completely dead, his whole body swollen from being soaked in water. There was a long wound on his body, flipped over, the wound was actually charred.

"Was this person struck by lightning?" Fang Han looked at the wound and thought of some people in the countryside who had been struck by lightning, who were also charred and smelly.

The corpse was dressed quite extravagantly, with a dark golden robe. Water droplets rolled off the surface of the robe like water on a lotus leaf, without getting the robe wet in the slightest. The robe felt very soft and smooth to the touch. Fang Han had seen many things as a servant in the Fang Family, but he had never seen fabric like this before.

"What should I do? Should I report this to the authorities? A life is no small matter!" Fang Han was about to leave the corpse to report to the authorities, but hesitated as he thought more about the situation: "This person, who is dressed in such a luxurious outfit, must have been a prominent figure. How could he have died here? If I get involved with him, it might bring trouble to me after reporting to the authorities. It's better to just bury him and let him rest in peace, as if nothing ever happened. Less is more."

Once he made up his mind, Fang Han dragged the corpse and prepared to find a place to bury it.

Bang!

At that moment, a golden iron box, as if made of neither gold nor iron, fell out from the corpse's embrace. The box was the size of a palm and looked like an inkstone, but it was very heavy.

At the same time, an ancient scroll painting had also fallen.

Huh?

Fang Han picked up the golden iron box and spread out the ancient scroll painting, only to find that its background was pitch black. In the darkness, a faint shadow of a Flood Dragon lay hidden. It seemed that this wasn't a painting but a window, a gateway to an unknown space.

"This painting is a treasure. It doesn't get damaged even when soaked in water. Ordinary paper would be ruined instantly." Although Fang Han did not know anything about painting and calligraphy, he could still determine that this was a treasure according to common sense.

Then he took the golden iron box in his hands and saw that it was locked with a tiny golden lock.

Curiosity led him to pick up a stone from the riverside and hit it hard. Crack! The golden lock was broken.

"This is actually real gold. One tael of gold is equal to ten taels of official silver, and this lock alone weighs four or five taels. But this is a dead man's possession, should I take it or not? As the saying goes, a gentleman loves money and obtains it in the right way..." Fang Han pondered for a moment: "Tch, I'm just a servant, what gentleman am I? People should do what suits their status. Isn't there a saying in the books, 'One shouldn't interfere in things beyond their position'? I'll take it."

Fang Han grabbed the gold and stuffed it into his bosom.

After taking the gold, he opened the box with a click.

Upon opening it, the contents were revealed.

A thumb-sized dark gold pill, with nine holes, lay inside. Strangely, there was a faint fragrance emanating from the nine holes. As soon as Fang Han caught a whiff, he felt refreshed, and all fatigue swept away.

What's even more surprising is that the nine holes, just like a person's nine orifices, contained a constant flow of Qi, inhaling and exhaling. It seemed to contain a mysterious life force.

"This pill is thousands of times more marvelous than the Lingzhi Pills and Ginseng Pills of the Fang Family." Fang Han had seen Fang Family disciples practicing martial arts and occasionally taking nourishing pills. Those pills were all meticulously refined, yet none could compare to the nine orifice golden pill in front of him. The difference was like heaven and earth.

"I've heard those Fang Family disciples say that there are some elixirs which can unblock the meridians, regulate the internal organs, cleanse the blood, and invigorate the spirit. Swallowing one pill can save many years of hard cultivation and make up for insufficient Yuan Qi. Could it be that this golden pill is such a medicine? Just smelling a bit of its fragrance makes me feel refreshed."

Fang Han held the nine orifice golden pill in his hand like a diamond drill, thinking about whether to swallow it or not.

However, after thinking for a long time, he did not take the pill. Medicine should not be consumed recklessly.

Those Fang Family disciples took nourishing medicines every day, always on time and in measured amounts, with careful consideration.

Fang Han was no fool, and he knew that even if it were the elixir of life, improper consumption could cause harm.

"Sir, I've found your corpse, and I'll bury you to rest in peace. These two items are my reward, so we owe each other nothing."

Fang Han put the Nine Orifice Golden Pill back in the box and addressed the corpse.

As he spoke, he clumsily dragged the corpse.

Who would have expected the corpse to suddenly sit up, "The Mystical Realm is indeed extraordinary! The Yuhua Sect truly deserves to be one of the Ten major sects of the Immortal Path! Fang Qingxue, you are indeed an outstanding disciple. It seems the world has gained another strong individual. It remains to be seen whether you can achieve the Longevity Secret Realm through the divine skill! The Mystical Realm can only keep you alive for a hundred years. Only by stepping into the Longevity Secret Realm can one truly transcend......"

"A zombie! No, that's not right. It's said that zombies can't talk and they wouldn't come out in broad daylight." Unexpectedly, the corpse suddenly sat up and even started to talk to itself. Fang Han's shock at this was by no means small.