The secret room has five underground floors, which store magical weapons, elixirs, rare objects, and lonely ancient books. The bottom floor is the place where Wan Shanhong prepared for him for thousands of years, and he has never gone down.

There are two floors on the ground, the upper one is Wanshanhong's boudoir, and he has never been there. The lower one is filled with various debris collected by Wanshanhong from outside. These things have not been classified yet and are piled up in a mess.

After entering the door, Zhao Ying looked around in surprise, "Where did you find so many strange things?"

"This is not what I collected, it was given to me by someone else," said Wu Zhongyuan. "He is a mysterious woman, generous, right?"

"Why did she give you so many things?" Zhao Ying was puzzled.

"Excellent men are always favored by women." Wu Zhongyuan was not a very serious person when there was no pressure.

"Is he an old rich woman?" Zhao Ying curled his lips with contempt.

"You're really guessing it right," Wu Zhongyuan nodded, "I've always been very curious about this person's age. Logically speaking, she should be very old, but she doesn't look old, and she's only about thirty years old."

Seeing that Zhao Ying had a look of contempt on her face, Wu Zhongyuan had to tell the truth, "How could a person like me receive favors from others for nothing? I gave her a reward gift that was equal, even more than the total value of these things."

"What kind of gift to repay?" Zhao Ying tilted her head.

"Martial Arts secrets," Wu Zhongyuan said casually, "Let's go, there's nothing good here, everything is below."

Wu Zhongyuan took Zhao Ying to the entrance of the underground palace, activated the mechanism, and opened the downward channel.

The first floor was almost empty, and most of the black iron weapons were distributed by him to the purple Qi masters of the three tribes and the city lords of various cities. Those who were incomplete were moved back and re-melted to create new weapons to be distributed to the yellow guards. Most of the remaining copper and iron weapons were left in the stone chamber.

Zhao Ying was very interested in the pillar of fire in the first stone chamber. He waited until Wu Zhongyuan opened the second stone gate and spoke out to summon him. He walked over and followed him to the second floor.

The second floor contains spiritual objects including elixirs. He has taken away some of the things here before, but there are still many left. There are elixirs for beauty and beauty, and pills for balancing yin and yang and prolonging life. Wu Zhongyuan will not be stingy and choose the best ones, and he grabbed Zhao Ying with a handful of each.

"Let's go, the good thing is on the third floor." Wu Zhongyuan waved to Zhao Ying.

"What kind of martial arts secrets did you give her?" Zhao Ying asked in confusion. The remaining collections and empty storage shelves mean that the collections here are very rich and can no longer be described as priceless.

"The secret to martial arts that can become an immortal." Wu Zhongyuan smiled. Zhao Ying was not a person who practiced Qi, so it was difficult for her to believe something beyond her knowledge.

Zhao Ying was half-believing and half-doubted, and did not ask any more, followed Wu Zhongyuan down to the third floor.

The third floor is filled with rare objects. Zhao Ying has no spiritual energy and cannot see things at night. Wu Zhongyuan took the Fusang charlatan and forced the spiritual energy to make it grow hot flames.

The sudden flames scared Zhao Ying and instinctively stepped back, and the spotted butterfly that stopped on his shoulder was also surprised and flapped its wings and flew.

Wu Zhongyuan didn't take away much of the three-layered things, and most of them were still there. Wu Zhongyuan held a fire stick in his hand and raised the lighting, "You can pick whatever you like, and take whatever you like."

Zhao Ying turned around and looked around.

"Try not to take too big ones, it is difficult to carry them after you go back." Wu Zhongyuan walked to the table, grabbed a few jade bracelets on the table, and walked back to Zhao Ying's wrist to cover them, "These bracelets can be worth 100 million yuan, do you believe it?"

"What material is this?" Zhao Ying looked down at her head.

"These two white ones are Hetian mutton fat jade. Jade materials of this level have been rare since the Song Dynasty," Wu Zhongyuan explained, "Hetian jade began to be mined as early as ancient times and has continued to the modern times. Only a few rivers in Kunlun Mountains produce high-quality Hetian jade. The yield is very rare, and even fewer can reach the mutton fat level. Look at this one, the entire outer circle is red. This is the outer skin of the seed material, which means that the seed material for polishing bracelets is originally regular and round. The best quality is no longer enough to describe it as rare. It is simply a top quality. I guessed that it was less. Don't sell it for losses. Just one bracelet will cost hundreds of millions."

"Really or not?" Zhao Ying frowned.

"Of course it's true. What were you doing when you were in the appraisal class?" Wu Zhongyuan asked casually.

"I'm identifying you." Zhao Ying smiled.

Wu Zhongyuan glanced at her and pointed at another bracelet, "This Hetian jade bracelet is also very good. It has delicate powder and is very oily. Its whiteness can reach the highest level, but it has no skin and cannot prove that it comes from seed material, so its value is greatly reduced, but it is worth at least several million."

"It's all Hetian jade, how come there is such a big difference?" Zhao Ying asked.

"Jade artifacts are like women, with their body, appearance, temperament, and cultivation. Some women look good, but their temperament is not good, and they have no cultural heritage, so their value will not be very high. They need to be comprehensively considered and accurately evaluated by factors." Wu Zhongyuan said this slightly. "The same Hetian jade is produced in my country, not only in China, but also in Russia and South Korea. Official certificates of Hetian jade can be issued when sent to the appraisal agency. However, the value of Hetian jade in Russia is much lower than that of Hetian jade in my country. The quality of Hetian jade produced in South Korea is the worst. The jade bracelet is only a few hundred yuan per pendant, and the gold inlaid jade used in shopping malls are Korean materials, so you must not be superstitious about the appraisal certificate."

Wu Zhongyuan pointed to a blue bracelet when he said this, "This bracelet is made of turquoise, from Hubei. I saw it, there was no iron wire at all, it was flawless. You should know that turquoise is not very big, and the impurities are generally heavy. Don't think that its ring is smaller than the bracelets of these two Hetian jade, but it is extremely difficult to obtain. Things like this are already priceless. I can't estimate the specific price. If you like it, it is priceless, but the bottom limit is definitely more than six digits."

While Zhao Ying looked down at the bracelets, Wu Zhongyuan walked to the other side and grabbed two strings of necklaces. He put them around Zhao Ying's neck without saying a word.

"What is this?" Zhao Ying asked.

"This string of white is the inner elixir of a century-old tortoise, a total of 100 pieces, which means a long life," Wu Zhongyuan pinched another string. "This string of black is cut and polished by dragon horns. Remember, it is dragon horns, not other animals' horns. These two things are lonely and cannot be estimated."

Seeing that Wu Zhongyuan was still looking around, Zhao Ying hurriedly stopped him, "Stop looking for it, it's enough, it's enough."

"It's okay, these things are of no use to me, and they can't be discounted at this time." Wu Zhongyuan said casually.

"You can use it to reward the officials under your command and the women in the harem." Zhao Ying said.

"I have my own sense of responsibility." Wu Zhongyuan picked up a string of colorful necklaces, looked at them and put them back. These were strings of glass beads. Glazed glass and modern glass are of the same nature. They are good things at this time, but they are not worth much money since modern times.

Then I picked up a string of transparent beads, looked at them and put them back. These were strings of crystal beads. The ingredients of crystal are mainly silica, which are similar to glass and sand. Like obsidian, they are both low-end cheap jewelry.

"There is a bunch of good things," Wu Zhongyuan put a bunch of red beads on Zhao Ying's neck. "This is the real top-quality red coral. It has been extinct in modern times. All you can see on the market are dyed white corals, and even cheaper sea willows."

"There is only this string? I don't want it, you leave it to her." Zhao Ying wanted to pick it down.

Wu Zhongyuan reached out to stop him, "She does not, but she has me."

"Are you compensating for the losers?" Zhao Ying smiled bitterly.

"I'm expressing my concern for the woman who likes me." Wu Zhongyuan smiled.

Zhao Ying sighed and did not continue to pick it down.

"Look at it and pick a few more." Wu Zhongyuan stretched out his hand and pointed.

"It's really enough." Zhao Ying was a little depressed.

"Look, the things here are not visible anywhere else." Wu Zhongyuan said.

Zhao Ying nodded and walked around and visited with Wu Zhongyuan's company. The things here were all listed. The list was taken back by Wu Zhongyuan and placed in the Zhongtian Hall. He would read it when he had nothing to do. Therefore, he had a lot of knowledge about the collections here. When he encountered rare and precious ones, he would bring them to Zhao Ying.

Soon, Zhao Ying finished the visit and his eyes moved to the two coffins beside the wall.

"The sarcophagus is placed in a woman carved from Tai Sui, and the iron coffin is placed in the corpse of an immortal." Wu Zhongyuan explained casually.

Zhao Ying was not interested in the two coffins, but after hearing Wu Zhongyuan's explanation, he became curious.

Wu Zhongyuan was moved, so he took her to the sarcophagus, opened the lid for her to look at.

Zhao Ying looked at him for a moment, then looked at him with a rather ambiguous look.

"Don't look at me, I like to live." Wu Zhongyuan shook his head repeatedly.

"What do gods look like?" Zhao Ying looked at the iron coffin again.

"It's similar to an ordinary person." Wu Zhongyuan walked to the iron coffin.

"Aren't the legendary gods and immortals all immortal? How could he die?" Zhao Ying asked curiously.

"The gods also have souls and souls. The soul of this immortal has been destroyed and only the body is left." Wu Zhongyuan lifted the heavy coffin lid with one hand.

Taking advantage of the light of the fire stick, Zhao Ying approached and looked down, "How long has he been dead? Why is it like he fell asleep?"

"As far as I can reach the level of a celestial immortal, the body can exist forever," said Wu Zhongyuan. "As far as I know, this person died thousands of years ago, even longer than the war in the prehistoric world."

"How did he die?" Zhao Ying asked again.

Wu Zhongyuan shook his head, "I don't know."

Just as the two were talking, the spotted butterfly flew from the side, and the wings were burned by the flames of the fire stick and fell to death.

"How did you know..." Zhao Ying suddenly took a breath when she said this, and turned to shock.

While Zhao Ying turned his head in shock, Wu Zhongyuan also let go of his hand in shock, the cover of the coffin fell and the iron coffin closed.

"What did you see?" Wu Zhongyuan asked with a frown.

"He opened his eyes..."

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Chapter completed!