The Six Immortals

The Three Treasures

“ok..”

Bi Fan issued a comfortable sigh as he woke up.

As he opened his eyes, he was surprised to find himself at least 3 meters off the ground, floating mid-air.

“Ah…!” Bi Fan screamed, as he fell down.

With a splash Bi fan fell into a pool of Wannian Spirit Milk.

Bi Fan swallowed several big mouthfuls as he fell into the liquid.

After struggling for a while he realized that the few feet of Wannian Spirit Milk was insufficient to drown him. The pool of Wannian Spirit milk was deep enough to reach his chest.

The pool had a radius of over five meters, Bi Fan was amazed to find such a massive amount of Wannian Spirit Milk.

“I am freely able to access so much Wannian Spirit Milk” Bi Fan was amazed, he could barely believe his luck, he felt like he was dreaming.

For such a long time he had fantasized about Wannian Spirit Milk, but could never procure it. But now, he had found so much of it, he couldn’t contain his happiness.

Bi Fan gulped several mouthfuls of the Wannian Spirit Milk, in fact he kept drinking till he couldn’t swallow any more of it. Wannian Spirit Milk had an amazing healing ability but it wasn’t an easy substance to digest, it gave Bi Fan a headache.

It took some time for Bi Fan’s head to clear up. To his surprise, he realized that he could see the objects around him even though it was very dark. Slowly as his vision got brighter, he could see everything distinctly.

Bi Fan rubbed his eyes in excitement, amazed at his new-found nightvision.

After he calmed down a bit, he started walking towards the shore, one step at a time.

“Splash” he went flying into the pool of Wannian Spirit Milk once again, as his foot slipped over a slippery circular object at the bottom of the pool.

Bi Fan felt somewhat strange, this thing didn’t seem to resemble a stone, what was it doing at the bottom of the pool?

Out of curiosity, Bi fan bent over to pick up the object. The object turned out to be a purple colored bottle gourd. The top of the bottle guard carried an unusually delicate engraving of a bagua map.

The purple bottle gourd instantly captured his attention. He looked at it closely but couldn’t identify its meaning.

Bi Fan liked this purple bottle gourd, this would enable him to carry some of the Wannian Spirit Milk with him.

Bi Fan reached the edge of the pool and opened the bottle gourd’s cork and turned it upside down, only to find that it was empty.

So he quickly started collecting the Wannian Sprit Milk in the bottle gourd.

Bi Fan was very excited as he watched the Wannian Spirit Milk flow into the purple bottle gourd.

Even though the Wannian Spirit Milk had given him a headache, he wanted to carry as much of it as possible.

Although a lot of the liquid had already flown into the small bottle gourd, it was still taking in more of the Wannian Spririt milk. It’s Capacity baffled Bi Fan.

“Could this be a magic utensil?” he speculated.

He had faintly heard about magical tools from the monastery located beneath Quingyang door.

Even the most inferior of martial artists were said to be making use of such tools. In fact, most martial artists in the fetus jie were said to use such tools.

Such tools could be used to provide power to martial artists. Using such tools made the fetus practitioners a lot more powerful, the better the quality of the tool, the more power it could provide.

It is said that there are magical tools, tools of such extraordinary strength that they are capable of providing enough power to destroy countries.

But these were all myths, and Bi Fan had never believed in them.

Bi Fan picked up the gourd and looked inside it, to his surprise, it seemed bottomless and empty.

Whether the gourd was magical or not, made no difference to Bi Fan, as long as it could collect more of the Wannian Spirit Milk. He continued to pore more and more of the liquid into the gourd.

He continued to collect Wannian Spirit Milk in the gourd for an hour, even the pool seemed to reduce in quantity but the gourd still appeared empty.

He wrapped the purple bottle gourd around his waist, then secured the hold by wrapping it around a few more times from the fear of losing it.

At last, Bi Fan started looking around for a way out.

He recalled his encounter with the snakes earlier and figured that maybe that’s why the cave was called the Wan Snake Cave.

Bi Fan did not want to stay in the cave for long, he had survived this long due to good fate or karma, but he did not want to push his luck too far.

Suddenly, he found a wall which had a weapon thrusted into it, so deep, that only its hilt was visible.

Bi Fan ran over to the wall and saw a silver ring hanging from the handle with the help of a string.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he untied the ring and wore it, assuming that it was valuable.

The handle was red in color; it appeared as if it had blood flowing inside it. The blood appeared to be gleaming as if it was infused with rays of pure light.

Bi Fan hesitated for a moment, then he reached over and grasped the handle in his hand.

The size of the handle seemed just right for Bi Fan, it appeared as if the handle was tailor-made for him. For some reason, he felt like he was holding someone’s hand rather than a handle, he could feel the blood flowing through the hilt.

Bi Fan pulled hard at the hilt in an attempt to pull it out.

The weapon however, did not even budge. No matter how much force he applied, it always seemed to bear the same result.

What to do now?

He wasn’t going to give up so easily; he knew that it wasn’t the weapon’s fault.

“Maybe the weapon needs to identify its master by blood!” Bi Fan contemplated as magical weapons often shared a bond of blood with their masters. So he decided to try it out.

Bi Fan bit his index finger and dropped the blood onto the handle.

As soon as the handle came in contact with his blood, the handle absorbed it. And suddenly, it issued a gleaming ray of light that encompassed Bi Fan’s hand.

Without a warning, the handle started sucking in Bi Fan’s blood quickly; he found his body was shrouded in a thin layer of blood-like mist. The blood loss was clearly affecting Bi Fan, he was scared.

Bi Fan weakened, his vision started to blur and he could no longer raise his hand to hold the handle.

Fortunately, the handle stopped leeching onto his blood in time. Otherwise Bi Fan would have definitely died due to excessive blood loss.

The technique worked. Not only could Bi fan hold the weapon, he could also feel its presence, almost as if the weapon was connect to his mind.

The weapon’s name was Xue Ren(bloodshed). It had belonged to the devil monarchs for generations. The weapon continued to impart information to Bi Fan, it even told him the secret fighting techniques of its previous masters.

The weapon then emerged out of the wall and placed itself firmly in Bi Fan’s grip.

Xue Ren had a long handle, it was magnanimously heavy, the double-edged sword appeared as if it was only single-edged. At the front of the sword were six sharp teeth; tooth shaped and hollow shaped, as if they were customized to suck onto someone’s blood.

Upon seeing the thirst for blood inside Bi Fan’s eye, Xue Ren seemed awfully pleased.

Bi Fan wasn’t sure if he could move, but he was sure that Xue Ren was not just any other magical weapon. Magical tools and weapons were not supposed to have a mind of their own, their only function was to boost their master’s strength.

Bi Fan rested for a while, he wanted to try giving his blood to the ring and the bottle gourd. He wanted to see if they too would recognize him as their master.

He thought for a long time, but he decided to drop the idea for the time being, he had lost too much blood, to try it now could turn out to be very dangerous.

As he looked at the three treasures, he wondered if there could be more of such magical treasures hidden in the cave, he continued to search as he wanted more.

Eventually, he was disappointed to realize that the cave was empty.

As he had been in an excited state of mind this entire time, he had forgotten about the yin yang lotus and didn’t realize that it had disappeared from the cave.

After searching the cave for almost half a day, he remembered about the yin yang lotus.

Bi Fan was sure that the yin yang lotus was no ordinary thing, as even the Wannian Spirit milk, such a precious and rare commodity hadn’t disappeared the way the yin yang lotus had.

This entire time, Bi Fan didn’t see a single snake, he wondered where they all went.

And then all his injuries were now cured, his body as good as new, only significantly stronger.

All this left Bi Fan completely bewildered, he didn’t know what to make of this, or how and why this happened to him.