Chapter 113: The Spiritual Treasure Box

“Hungry, hungry, hungry…”
On the flat ground in the central area, the black giant paced back and forth, its roars echoing throughout the entire stone forest.
During this time, a few treasure hunters discovered the stone forest, but they were all scared away by the giant’s roars. No one had the courage to investigate further.
In the Little Mi Immortal Realm, one would avoid even the slightest insect, let alone the terrifying ghostly noises in the stone forest.
It was good so; no one would come to bother Su Che.
Su Che hid at the edge of the stone forest, behind a stone pillar. He not only held his breath but also completely concealed his presence, so that even the most sensitive hunting dogs could not detect him.
Soon, the black giant came this way. Taking advantage of the moment it turned around, Su Che released a transparent bead—the same “Confusion Pearl” he had used once before, which could induce an extreme desire for self-destruction.
Snap!
With a soft sound, the Confusion Pearl shattered.
The black giant sensed this slight disturbance and raised its head to look around, but saw nothing.
A wisp of smoke seeped into its lower legs and would soon reach its brain, completely disrupting its mental state.
The Confusion Pearl’s power was limited; it was hard to have an effect on an ordinary cultivator. But Su Che believed that since the giant was already mentally confused by witchcraft and had lost all rationality, perhaps just a small amount of the Confusion Pearl would be enough to deal with it.
However, after a long while, the black giant remained unchanged, continuing to cry out of hunger and pace around, showing no signs of change.
“It can only be said that this creature’s soul is dead; it has completely lost its mind. The Confusion Pearl has no effect on it at all,” Su Che concluded.
It was obvious that brute force wouldn’t work against this guy. After all, the seven treasure hunters had launched a fierce attack earlier, yet it hadn’t caused much damage to such a giant. If it were Su Che alone, he would surely die.
Lao He suggested, “Master, since it’s just an empty shell without a soul inside, why not use the method of possessing it with a heavenly demon?”
“No!” Su Che immediately rejected it. “It’s impossible to predict just how powerful that kind of witchcraft is. Without the protection of Black Stone Clear Flow, you’d almost certainly die.”
“Oh.” Lao He obediently agreed.

Su Che remained calm and unhurried, hiding behind the stone pillar as he slowly thought of a plan. It was just treasure hunting after all; no matter what, it wasn’t worth risking one’s life for an item. If it worked, great; if not, he could retreat and look for another opportunity…

After thinking for half an hour, Su Che still came up with no good solution. Even with Black Stone Clear Flow with him, he didn’t dare appear before the giant rashly. What if the giant was a heartless creature who only knew how to devour people? That would be troublesome…

He also thought about using the Earth-Diving Pill to dive to the altar and snatch the box instantly, or using a dozen vines to entangle the giant while he went to steal the box…

However, he was highly wary of that statue, feeling that any act of “stealing” was extremely reckless and unacceptable.

“Enough, the risk is too great. No need to force it,” Su Che thought. “In the Little Mi Immortal Realm, there are many relatively safe caves worth exploring. There’s no need to risk one’s life for a box.”

Lao He also agreed, “Yes, master. With an entire treasure mountain at hand, why bother over such a thing…”

“Ah…”

Just as he spoke, they heard the black giant begin to roar towards the sky, its cries extremely mournful.

What was going on?

Su Che’s desire to retreat vanished instantly. Intuitively, he thought it might be an opportunity.

Sure enough, the giant’s roars reflected intense reluctance, for it was about to leave this world forever.

Whoosh!

Thick black smoke rose immediately, and the black giant disappeared without a trace. That invisible wall of encirclement also vanished at the same time.

“Great!” Su Che immediately realized that this magic had a time limit. Once the time was up, everything would return to its original state—dust to dust, earth to earth.

This proved the old saying: “When all seems lost, a new path appears!”

Without the black giant’s obstruction, Su Che could calmly retrieve the treasure.

With Black Stone Clear Flow covering his body, Su Che stepped steadily out of the stone forest and went straight to the altar. With a thud, he knelt down and kowtowed three times toward the statue.

Why kowtow to it?

Su Che believed that since he had Black Stone Clear Flow with him and wanted to pretend to be a shaman in the Little Mi Immortal Realm, he had to follow the rules in all his actions. With an altar clearly present, to take the treasures on it, he had to worship the deity as a shaman.

In short, being more respectful and obedient could never go wrong.

But still, no matter how he thought about it, such a method inevitably carried certain risks. At this moment, Su Che’s heart was also filled with unease…
There was a soft click, and the dark green box on the altar automatically opened—the lid slowly lifted!
He was right! Su Che’s heart pounded violently. After a brief hesitation, he stood up, took two steps forward, and went to the altar, looking down into the box…
It was…
“It’s such a precious spiritual treasure!” Su Che and Lao He exclaimed in their minds at the same time.
The square box, once its lid was opened, allowed one to clearly see its contents with just a slight mental penetration.
No, to be precise, what was inside wasn’t some “object” but a lush orchard!
It was a spatial magic artifact of the spiritual treasure level. According to cultivators, it should have been a portable medicinal garden, but it had been altered by the Witch Clan into an orchard.
The ancient Witch Clan was an extremely special race. Their cultivation methods were very simple and primitive—they didn’t need to take pills to assist their cultivation like human cultivators, so they didn’t need to grow spiritual herbs either. Thus, when the Witch Clan obtained this precious treasure, they simply turned it into an orchard and placed it on the altar, so that those who worshipped could pick fresh fruits from it to offer sacrifices to their ancestors.
The small box had a vast internal planting space, with over 300 fruit trees planted there—peach trees, orange trees, apple trees… at least eight types of fruit trees.
Even though no one had taken care of this orchard for millions of years, the trees remained vibrant and full of fruit. This showed just how incredible the cultivation effects of this precious treasure box were.
“Master, this precious treasure box can automatically absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and convert it into the highest-grade nutrients to nourish those fruit trees, which is why they can survive,” Lao He explained. “Actually, it’s not the same tree that has survived for millions of years. Instead, they have gone through countless cycles of birth and death in this orchard, alternating between prosperity and decline…”
“Are they all ordinary fruit trees?” Su Che wondered.
“Yes, ordinary fruit trees, ordinary fruits. It’s just that, nourished by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, they are more nutritious than ordinary fruits,” Lao He replied.
“In that case…” Su Che had an idea. He immediately thought, “If we obtain this precious treasure, we can transplant the fruit trees to the Immortal Prison, and then transplant all those high-grade spiritual herbs from our secret cave dwelling into the box to carry around.”

“Yes, master,” Old Hei agreed. “This precious box has absorbed millions of years’ worth of spiritual energy in the Little Mi Immortal Realm. It’s just some ordinary fruit trees—they can’t consume that much spiritual energy at all… If we transplant those high-grade spiritual herbs here, I estimate we won’t have to worry about a shortage of spiritual energy for hundreds or even thousands of years.”
“Great! Excellent!” Su Che was overjoyed.
Since there were no spiritual veins or natural spiritual energy in the Immortal Prison, the transplanted spiritual herbs required spirit stones to cultivate, and other living conditions were also inadequate. Thus, each time he entered the secret cave, he could transplant at most a dozen or so spiritual herbs.
After all, the spiritual herb garden on Xuanji Peak wasn’t Su Che’s private garden. Every time he entered the secret cave, he faced certain risks. A single mistake could lead to him being discovered by the managing disciples or even the garden elders. In that case, Su Che wouldn’t be able to enjoy this resource alone.
With this precious box, he could transplant all the spiritual herbs from the secret cave and then take the box to the Immortal Prison—no one else could take them away.
It could be said that such a precious artifact solved Su Che’s most urgent problem, offering greater practical value than ordinary combat artifacts.
But could the protective forces of the Little Mi Immortal Realm allow Su Che to take away such a sacrificial artifact?
Controlling his excitement, Su Che didn’t act rashly. Instead, he used his mental power to pick enough fruits from the box’s orchard—peaches, oranges, apples… A dozen of each kind, neatly arranged on a plate for the sacrifice.
Then, he stepped back two steps and bowed respectfully three more times…
Having fulfilled all the rituals he could think of, he finally grasped the edges of the box, showing his intention to take it away.
Since Black Stone Clear Flow was concentrated in his hands, the witchcraft that could turn others into black giants didn’t strike. But something even more worrying happened to Su Che…
Click, click, click…
The statue of the woman praying to the heavens moved its head. With those clicking sounds, it lowered its head to face Su Che directly. Then, its originally closed eyes slowly opened.
Whoosh!
Two streams of purple light radiated from the statue’s eyes, instantly enveloping Su Che.
At the speed of light, Su Che surely couldn’t dodge. Moreover, in this situation, he couldn’t even flinch. He had to face everything head-on, “calmly.”