Chapter 3093: 3093 Chapter 3093: Fallen Sword Star Lord, Junk Warehouse Spirit flowers were used one after another, and life force was also continuously supplied. However, the other party’s realm was too high, so the healing effect of spirit flowers and life force was not ideal. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚 For a normal Dao Venerable, even if their soul was about to collapse, a few spirit flowers would heal them. Even for the Thunder Dao Cultivator, who suffered damage beyond the Dao Venerable realm due to heavenly punishment, the effect of spirit flowers was significantly reduced. But it wouldn’t be like now, where the effect of spirit flowers was so poor, almost non-existent. After using ten spirit flowers, the other party’s soul only recovered a tiny bit. For overall recovery, it could only be considered a drop in the bucket. Moreover, because the spirit flowers were used too many times, some resistance developed. By the tenth spirit flower, the effect was far less than the first. Using hundreds or thousands more probably wouldn’t be of much use. Lin Moyu had a bit of a headache. He didn’t mind using the spirit flowers, but he was troubled by his inability to heal the other party. At this time, a weak thought suddenly transmitted from the star, "Don’t waste your effort. This Star Lord can recover slowly." Lin Moyu realized that the spirit flowers he had just used weren’t completely useless. The other party’s consciousness in the remnant soul had actually recovered. But judging from the tone, it was still very weak. Lin Moyu asked, "Which Star Lord are you?" That weak thought transmitted again, "Fallen Sword Star Lord." This time it was only four words, and the thought seemed even weaker than before. Fallen Sword Star Lord, Lin Moyu had never heard this name, nor had he seen it in any information. But he could be sure that this was a very powerful Star Lord, and one who had lived from prehistoric times until now. Lin Moyu said, "My realm is too low, so the healing effect on you isn’t good. When my realm is higher in the future, the healing effect might be better." After a few seconds, Fallen Sword Star Lord’s weak thought came again, "Fallen Sword appreciates the Dao Master’s kindness. Fallen Sword’s injury has affected the root of the soul and needs time. The Dao Master needn’t worry too much. Fallen Sword is going to hibernate now, and will speak with the Dao Master when awake." After saying this, Fallen Sword Star Lord fell into hibernation again, completely silent. Lin Moyu analyzed Fallen Sword Star Lord’s words. Although there were only three sentences in total, he could analyze quite a bit of information. In Fallen Sword Star Lord’s first sentence after waking up, he hadn’t yet realized that Lin Moyu had mastered the Thousand Stars Dao. Although the thought was weak, there was a hint of arrogance in the tone. This was the arrogance possessed by Great Dao realm beings, which was normal. The second sentence was nothing special, just stating his identity. The most important was the third sentence. When saying the third sentence, Fallen Sword Star Lord had already understood the current situation, knowing he had returned to the Thousand Stars Dao. Fallen Sword Star Lord’s tone clearly revealed some relaxation, as if knowing he had been rescued. Moreover, Fallen Sword Star Lord began to call Lin Moyu "Dao Master", and his tone was very natural, obviously treating Lin Moyu as the Dao Master. This could also be analyzed to mean he had no intention of competing for Lin Moyu’s position as Dao Master. Lin Moyu murmured to himself, "As the only one who has comprehended the Thousand Stars Dao, being called Dao Master by a Star Lord seems quite appropriate." "I wonder when Fallen Sword Star Lord will truly recover. If he can recover, that would indeed be a great help." This time, destroying the Blazing Divine Eagle clan had unexpectedly led to Fallen Sword Star Lord’s return, which was indeed a nice surprise. Lin Moyu also thought of this box. Since Fallen Sword Star Lord could preserve a remnant soul, could there be other powerful Star Lords who left remnant souls? Lin Moyu thought, perhaps he could go look for some. Who knows, there might be some gains. The next day, Jin Mie personally came over, saying he wanted to take Lin Moyu to tour Purple Gold City. Lin Moyu didn’t refuse. He took out the box containing Fallen Sword Star Lord’s legacy item and asked, "Clan Leader, have you seen a box like this before?" Clan Leader Jin Mie looked at the box and said softly, "I seem to have seen it before." "Really!" Lin Moyu’s eyes lit up, "Please help me think where you’ve seen it." "Let me think." With Clan Leader Jin Mie’s realm, if he had seen something, he certainly wouldn’t mistake it. It’s just that he had lived for many years, and the information in his memory was vast like smoke and clouds. To search for it also required some effort. Jin Mie closed his eyes to search his memory. After a moment, Jin Mie opened his eyes, "I remember now." "It was many years ago, when I had just reached the Heavenly Venerable realm. After tracing my bloodline, I was determined to be a direct descendant and was assigned an elder from the clan as a protector." "The first task I received then was to find something in the clan’s warehouse." "At that time I didn’t understand, so I went to search. It took a month before I finally found that thing." Lin Moyu found it strange as he listened. What did the matter Jin Mie was talking about have to do with the question he was asking? But Lin Moyu was very patient and continued listening. Clan Leader Jin Mie continued, "Actually, the real core of that task was a second test of bloodline. Our bloodline testing isn’t just once. That thing would resonate with the bloodline. Only those with truly powerful bloodlines could find it among the countless items in the warehouse." "It was in the process of searching for it that I saw similar boxes." Lin Moyu asked, "This Lin wants this box. I wonder if it’s convenient for the Clan Leader?" Clan Leader Jin Mie smiled, "What’s inconvenient about it? That warehouse is actually our clan’s junk warehouse. There’s nothing good inside. But after so many years, whether that thing is still there or not is hard to say." "The warehouse is on the other side of Purple Gold City. I’ll take Friend Lin there." Clan Leader Jin Mie was very straightforward, saying they’d go right away. As they walked, he explained to Lin Moyu what a junk warehouse was, "Our clan has two warehouses, located in two corners of Purple Gold City." "The two warehouses correspond to direct bloodline and collateral bloodline. Every clan member who cultivates to the Other Shore realm has a chance to enter the warehouse once and choose one thing they like." "Then many clan members above Heavenly Venerable realm, when they go out adventuring and traveling, would throw some useless things they bring back into these two warehouses." "Over time, things in the warehouses piled up like mountains. Usually no one manages them, so later they came to be called junk warehouses." "But in the junk warehouses, it’s not that there are absolutely no good things. Whether you can pick something good depends on your eye." "When I became a Heavenly Venerable, it was about 80,000 years ago. It’s been 80,000 years, I don’t know if the thing Friend Lin wants is still there." Over so many years, countless people had entered the warehouses and taken things. No one could guarantee that box hadn’t been taken away. Lin Moyu asked, "After your clan members take things, isn’t there any record?" In human sects and clans’ warehouses, there would be records of who took what. But obviously, this might not apply to beast races. Jin Mie laughed heartily, "How could there be records? That would be too troublesome. Anyway, they’re not good things. If someone takes something, they take it." Lin Moyu asked, "Then isn’t there anyone managing it? What if someone takes several items?" Jin Mie said, "It’s not that bad. There are still people managing it, but how conscientiously they manage is hard to say. As Friend Lin says, occasionally someone taking a few extra items isn’t impossible." Lin Moyu was speechless for a moment. The roughness of the beast races was really displayed to the fullest.