Soon after, Zhang Ling returned to his cave dwelling. However, after a while, he left again. Controlling the mid-grade flying boat magical artifact he obtained from the Sect Leader, his flying speed was three to four times faster than during the Qi Refining stage, and the spiritual power within him was sufficient to support his flight for an entire day. A quarter of an hour later, he arrived at the Treasure Pavilion, a vital location for the sect, which housed a large number of treasures. Even Foundation Establishment Pills, which Qi Refining cultivators would go crazy for, were stored here. The reason he came to this place was naturally to exchange for treasures. Few people came here, and there were two teams of patrolling disciples around. Led by a disciple, he entered the Treasure Pavilion. Inside, it looked like a large hall, appearing somewhat empty. On the left side sat an old man, dressed in a white robe, holding a book in his hand, with a long table in front of him and a chair opposite it. As if sensing something, he raised his head and looked in his direction. At the same time, Zhang Ling felt a divine sense sweep over his own. "Zhang Ling greets Senior Brother." "Zhang Ling! Junior Brother looks unfamiliar," the old man said with a smile, raising his head. "Could it be that you've recently advanced? Please, come and sit here." The duty disciple behind him bowed to the old man and then withdrew.
Although the old man's beard and hair were pure white, his face was radiant, and his cultivation was at the late stage of Foundation Establishment. Zhang Ling cupped his fist at the old man and walked over with a smile to sit down in front of him. "Senior Brother has keen eyes; I advanced not long ago." "Junior Brother Zhang is too polite. My name is Zhou Yuantong; you can call me Senior Brother Zhou. Junior Brother reaching the Foundation Establishment stage at such a young age, your future is limitless." "Senior Brother Zhou overpraises me," Zhang Ling said with an awkward laugh, vaguely brushing it off. After a few pleasantries, they began to get down to business. After a few words, the old man understood his intention. "Haha, in that case, Junior Brother, please take out the spiritual herbs so that I can identify them. The sect has always been generous in this regard." Zhang Ling patted his storage bag, and two white jade boxes appeared on the table. Zhou Yuantong didn't stand on ceremony and opened the two jade boxes with a wave of his hand. "Oh, this is a Grade Two spiritual herb, White Velvet Ginseng. And two of them. Judging by their age, they are at least a hundred years old," the old man recognized the contents of the boxes at a glance. Each of the two boxes contained a strange ginseng about a foot in size. Unlike ordinary medicinal materials, these two ginsengs were golden all over, covered with densely packed, fine, root-like white whiskers. "This is a rare spiritual herb for refining the Primordial Strengthening Pill," Senior Brother Zhou said, unable to take his eyes off the two White Velvet Ginsengs. He reached out and picked up one of them, carefully identifying it. Suddenly, his expression changed. "No, the age of this spiritual ginseng..." As he spoke, he raised his hand, and a flash of spiritual light took a bit of white fluff from the ginseng, which he brought to his nose to sniff, and then put it in his mouth to chew. Next, the old man picked up the other ginseng and did the same thing. After a full cup of tea's time, this Senior Brother Zhou finally looked up at Zhang Ling again. "Junior Brother Zhang is truly fortunate. These two White Velvet Ginsengs are both five hundred years old. This old man hasn't encountered such spiritual herbs in a long time. The last time I saw White Velvet Ginseng over three hundred years old was with a Senior Uncle in the sect." "I wonder, Senior Brother Zhou, how many sect contribution points can these two spiritual herbs be exchanged for?" Hearing this, Zhang Ling felt more confident, but he also asked with a happy expression on his face. "Is Junior Brother really going to hand over these two White Velvet Ginsengs?" "I also obtained these two spiritual herbs by chance. After all, I don't understand the art of alchemy; keeping these two spiritual herbs would be a waste. I only recently advanced to the Foundation Establishment stage, so it's better to exchange them for some treasures that enhance my strength." Zhang Ling laughed twice, looked at the two spiritual herbs on the table, and sighed, saying so.
"Oh, is that so?" Senior Brother Zhou stroked his long beard and smiled. "Junior Brother is straightforward. Although these two spiritual herbs can refine spiritual pills that strengthen the foundation, they also require other rare spiritual herbs as supplements. It is not easy for us Foundation Establishment cultivators to collect them. Exchanging them for treasures is a wise move." "Senior Brother is right." Then, after a few words, the old man asked for his identity token, and then took out a golden bronze pen, pointed it at the token, and a few large characters floated into it. "Three thousand six hundred sect contribution points, Junior Brother Zhang, please keep them safe." So many sect contribution points were beyond Zhang Ling's expectations. Generally speaking, the exchange rate between sect contribution points and spirit stones is one to three. One sect contribution point can be exchanged for three low-grade spirit stones, but only contribution points can be exchanged for spirit stones; spirit stones cannot be exchanged for contribution points. This rule also makes contribution points more precious. Although this virtual thing can only be used within the sect, it also made Zhang Ling's heart beat faster. These many sect contribution points are equivalent to more than ten thousand spirit stones, which is a huge fortune. "I wonder what treasures Junior Brother Zhang wants to exchange for? I have been here for many years and know a lot about the Treasure Pavilion," the old man said, waving his hand to put away the two jade boxes, looking at him with a smile. The old man's gaze was fiery, making Zhang Ling's face stiffen slightly. He felt a strange look in the old man's eyes, with a hint of greed. Zhang Ling knew that he was being watched by this man, which was not a good sign. It seemed that he had taken a risk. But he was also helpless; his current opponent was Wei Shen. Three days later, they would leave the sect, and once he was outside, he would have no way back. In this short amount of time, even if he wanted to prepare other means, he would not have the ability to do so. After thinking it over, he thought of the sect's Treasure Pavilion, hoping to find treasures to increase his strength from the sect's treasury in this way. "Sorry to trouble you, Senior Brother Zhou. I want to exchange for some life-saving means. If there are any that can fatally harm Foundation Establishment cultivators, that would be even better." "The treasure vault really has a few of these treasures." Zhou Yuantong frowned, but still spoke, then led Zhang Ling towards the back hall. The two used a small teleportation array to enter the Treasure Pavilion's vault. The place they arrived at was inside a mountainside, surrounded by gray-white rocks. Once they arrived, the old man told him to follow closely, and led the way with a restriction token in his hand. Soon, they arrived in front of a stone cave covered by a blue light罩. Zhou Senior Brother raised his hand, and a ray of spiritual light shot into the light curtain. Zhang Ling followed the man, saw the restrictions in front, and guessed that there must be an expert stationed here. Neither of them spoke, and waited quietly for a moment. Suddenly, the blue light in front split open, revealing an opening a few feet wide. "Junior Brother Zhang, let's enter. Senior Uncle Chen of our sect is stationed here. He is a Golden Core cultivator in the middle stage, and his divine abilities are unfathomable. Ordinary disciples cannot enter," Zhou Yuantong's voice suddenly rang in his ear. Zhang Ling also nodded.