Turning his body, He Yiming’s gaze settled upon Bai Lingba. Of course, what he was truly watching was not Bai Lingba, but the Precious Pig feigning death on Bai Lingba’s chest.

With a swift movement, He Yiming was instantly before Bai Lingba, reaching out and gripping the scruff of the pig’s neck, pulling gently. The Precious Pig’s body stretched backward, yet what struck He Yiming as strange was that the white pig’s four hooves were suctioned tightly to Bai Lingba’s body.

Halfway through the pull, it abruptly hung suspended in mid-air in a bizarre fashion. Shaking his head slightly, He Yiming murmured, “Precious Pig, get up now.” The pig grunted a couple of times before finally opening its eyes.

Its small eyes darted around a few times, then it released its grip on Bai Lingba, executing a neat spin in the air before clinging tightly to He Yiming’s body. Chu Haozhou let out a soft exclamation, his gaze toward the Precious Pig gaining a curious glint.

“Brother, your pet must have quite an extraordinary origin, wouldn’t you say?” Chu Haozhou inquired. He Yiming felt a stir in his heart; he had long suspected the Precious Pig’s background.

However, despite poring over the entire Compendium of Rare Treasures of the World, he had failed to uncover its true origins, forcing him to shelve the matter for the time being. Now, hearing Chu Haozhou’s words, he asked with renewed hope, “Brother, do you know where the Precious Pig comes from?” Chu Haozhou paused, taken aback.

“You don’t?” He Yiming shook his head blankly. “I truly don’t.” Chu Haozhou shrugged his shoulders.

“The way it moved just now, it seemed to have grasped the application of True Qi. That is no small feat.” He Yiming sucked in a sharp breath; he understood perfectly the weight of Chu Haozhou’s statement.

Spirit Beasts differed from humans. As long as a human reached the Innate realm, they could freely control True Qi.

But for a Spirit Beast to command True Qi as humans did, it had to attain the Saint Beast realm. Like the Black Vulture King, White Horse Lightning, and the Six-Legged Monster—only beings of that immense caliber could master True Qi in the same manner as people.

He Yiming pulled the Precious Pig up from his chest and studied it closely. The pig stared back with its small eyes, inexplicably meeting He Yiming’s gaze, clearly not understanding what strange mood he was in.

After a long moment, He Yiming turned his head, his tone laced with disbelief. “Brother, you must have seen incorrectly.

Look at this creature—how could it possibly resemble a Saint Beast?” Chu Haozhou hesitated for a moment before finally nodding. Indeed, from any angle, the Precious Pig bore no resemblance to a Saint Beast.

As if understanding their discussion, the Precious Pig began to wriggle in He Yiming’s hands, accompanied by dissatisfied grunts. He Yiming quickly soothed it a few times before saying, “Precious Pig, as far as I know, there are vast hidden treasures around here.

Do you want them?” The pig’s mouth immediately stretched wide open, revealing a string of drool. He Yiming placed the pig on the ground.

“They are nearby. Go look for them slowly.” As if grasping He Yiming’s meaning, the Precious Pig immediately lowered its head and emitted a faint hissing sound.

Chu Haozhou asked inexplicably, “Little Brother, what are you doing?” “Hunting for treasure.” “Treasure hunting…” Chu Haozhou pointed at the pig, almost bursting into laughter. “Are you joking, Little Brother?” He Yiming chuckled slyly; concerning the Precious Pig, He Yiming possessed absolute confidence.

The little fellow sniffed around the room for a while, then lifted its head blankly, its small eyes filled with confusion. He Yiming slapped his forehead suddenly.

He suddenly remembered: this was the former Treasure Vault of the Xianling Mountain lineage. But since it had been discovered, everything must have been cleared out; it couldn't possibly still be here.

He picked up the Precious Pig and left the cave entrance, stepping outside. “Precious Pig, the treasure sites are within this city.

You go find them,” He Yiming declared with grand bravado. Behind him, Chu Haozhou subtly rolled his eyes.

His heart was filled with uncertainty; perhaps this young brother had lost his bearings. However, the next action of the Precious Pig astonished him.

The little fellow pressed its unique long snout to the ground, then turned in a nimble circle centered on its nose. Afterward, it lifted its head and sprinted rapidly toward one direction.

He Yiming was instantly overjoyed. He let out a loud laugh and pursued it like a bolt of lightning.

The speed of the Precious Pig was extremely fast; although far inferior to White Horse Lightning, it was certainly no slower than any expert in the Innate realm. Soon, it arrived at an area of collapsed ruins, looking toward He Yiming while grunting incessantly.

He Yiming glanced at the ground and exclaimed in surprise, “The things are here?” This spot was where the several Venerables had fought their initial great battle. After the clash of the Venerables, the area had been reduced to rubble, with no sign of the towering main hall remaining.

Chu Haozhou’s expression shifted slightly. “Quite possible.

When our Xianling Mountain lineage governed this city, we never constructed that main hall.” He Yiming nodded slightly. He waved a hand, and a surge of True Qi spiraled out around him.

This was the power of Wind. Under He Yiming’s control, it slowly converged into a small whirlwind centered around the few of them.

The whirlwind circled He Yiming slowly, sucking in the surrounding broken bricks and tiles, dispersing them outward. Chu Haozhou nodded slightly.

Being a powerful martial artist who possessed the Flower of Wind, he deeply understood the immense difficulty contained in He Yiming’s maneuver. A thought struck him, and the surrounding Wind power instantly intensified.

However, at that moment, there were two distinct Wind powers emanating from different individuals. Under normal circumstances, when two forces of the same type collide, it would inevitably result in a confrontation like sparks hitting a meteorite, erupting in the most violent impact.

But this time, the two forces cautiously probed each other before slowly merging. Soon, the two powers twisted together like strands of hemp rope into one, complementing each other and amplifying their might further.

After a while, all the debris was swept clean, leaving a large expanse of open ground. He Yiming and Chu Haozhou exchanged glances and burst into hearty laughter.

What had just occurred seemed simple, but achieving it was certainly not easy. The power of two Flowers of Wind, originating from two Venerables—if they wished to merge their powers, they required perfect coordination.

Without complete, heartfelt trust in the other, achieving this fusion of power would be impossible. The Precious Pig leaped up, bounding excitedly on the ground.

He Yiming calmed his mind and surveyed the surroundings, but after a long moment, he could discern nothing unusual. However, Chu Haozhou’s eyes grew brighter, and he began murmuring to himself, gesticulating with his hands.

His movements immediately caught He Yiming’s attention. “Brother, did you see something?” Chu Haozhou nodded slightly.

“I didn’t expect the Haitian Sect to have such talent.” He extended his hand, drawing a large circle in the air, and said sincerely, “There is an Array inscribed on the ground here.” He Yiming’s eyes widened with extreme astonishment. As far as he knew, only major sects like the Lingxiao Palace could possibly produce experts proficient in Array formations.

For the Haitian Sect, even with two Venerables, to possess an Array Master seemed utterly unbelievable. Hesitating slightly, He Yiming asked, “Brother, how did you figure that out?” Chu Haozhou gave a proud smile.

“Little Brother, have you forgotten? I am a Forgemaster, and a top-tier one at that.” He Yiming then understood.

Ordinary Forgemasters certainly would not understand Arrays, but the very best ones were different. They could inscribe miniature formations onto divine weapons, allowing those weapons to exert even greater power when utilized.

However, the number of high-level Forgemasters, much like top-tier Alchemists, was extremely small and rare, which was why He Yiming hadn't immediately considered it. Chu Haozhou walked around the area, his expression gradually becoming solemn.

“This Array is arranged quite profoundly. If my guess is correct, this person’s mastery of Array formations is absolutely no less than yours.” He Yiming nodded slightly, asking humbly, “What should we do now?” Chu Haozhou said seriously, “First, we must locate the Array’s entrance.

Only then can we safely dismantle the formation diagrams without damaging the hidden treasures.” He Yiming felt a pang of alarm. “This Array also has the power to destroy the treasures?” Chu Haozhou shook his head.

“I don’t know. But it is always better to be prepared than sorry; caution harms no one.” He Yiming rubbed his scalp apologetically.

“Brother, I am afraid I am useless in this matter.” Chu Haozhou laughed heartily. “No matter.

A small Array like this won’t stump me. It just requires some calculation.” He circled the area, pausing at every spot.

A full half-hour later, a relieved smile finally spread across his face. He Yiming was thrilled.

“Brother Chu, you calculated it!” Chu Haozhou nodded proudly. His centuries of arduous cultivation had not been in vain; finding the treasure entrance in such a short time made him exceptionally satisfied.

He waved his sleeve grandly. “The treasure should be over there…” When he extended his hand, pointing vaguely in a direction, he froze.

Behind him, He Yiming, the Precious Pig, and White Horse Lightning all looked toward that same spot. Following the direction of Chu Haozhou’s finger, everyone could clearly see the Precious Pig lying on the ground, languidly hovering between sleep and wakefulness.

He Yiming cleared his throat softly. “Brother Chu, where is the entrance to the treasure?” The muscles in Chu Haozhou’s face twitched slightly, and he finally managed to say in a strained voice, “It’s right beneath where this pig is sleeping.” He Yiming: “……”