Counting the harvest had always Bubai’s favorite hobby, but like always, clean-up time comes first...

  "Well, let's get rid of the body first.”

  After untying the storage pouch and identity token from the corpse’s waist, Bubai scanned the lifeless body once more with his divine sense before grasping it by the foot.

  Opening the gateway to his storage space, Bubai once again felt the familiar inertia surging forth like a hungry vortex...

  While being sucked toward his hand, the corpse began to warp, starting from its foot which compressed like being stuffed through a pipe, and then the rest of the body followed suit…

  Myriad mysteries that Bubai can’t fathom were captured by his divine sense, but in reality, it all happened in a jiffy.

  In just fractions of a second, the corpse tumbled out of the void of his storage space… then down the mound of burnt corpses right below...

  Seeing the corpse nd with a muted thud at the bottom of the hill, Bubai confirmed, “Yep, deader than dead.”

  Since his storage space can’t store the living, it was the nemesis of any that could feign death. Then again, not many could still be alive after having their head blown off.

  “Well, I kinda expected more from an enemy that had the honor of being listed in my bingo book, but… I guess that’s that.”

  Just another count added to the pile he had to dispose of. Nothing of interest here…

  Just when Bubai's consciousness was on the verge of exiting his storage space, his heart suddenly trembled, mirroring the subtle tremors of the space itself!

  Merlin’s beard! What’s going on?! Is his space under attack?!

  This unprecedented occurrence anchored Bubai’s consciousness then and there, hoping to seek out the cause.

  The most likely suspect was, of course, the corpse he had just deposited, but…

  “Nope, it didn’t come alive or anything.”

  Disappointingly, except its missing head, all appeared normal—at least, on the surface.

  However, upon conducting another in-depth scan of the body, Bubai immediately spotted an anomaly!

  On the corpse's left hand, where his divine sense had previously detected nothing special, tiny mysterious runes were emerging from the pinky finger, or more precisely, from the bone itself!

  These minuscule glyphs, barely perceptible after protruding from the bone's surface, shimmered briefly before vanishing without even breaking through the skin of the finger!

  As for the destination of these runes?

  It didn’t take long for Bubai to guess where these runes had gone.

  With a single thought, Bubai’s consciousness jumped to his mysterious space…

  Lord and behold, his gluttonous sprout had awakened from its usual passive state!

  Just as it had during his breakthrough to the foundation establishment realm, his seed was once again spitting out runes—likely stemming from the mysterious finger bone.

  Barring any surprise, these runes found their home in the formation enclosing this mysterious space that served as his “dantian”.

  Once more, Bubai lost himself trying to comprehend the mysterious changes unfolding in the formation while it seamless integrated the new runes...

  As, enlightenment was like a drowning man grasping a straw.

  The deeper mysteries of the natural w of formations didn’t float into Bubai’s mind. Instead, his mind was abruptly invaded by a familiar stuffy sensation.

  Memories, filled with text, diagrams, and runes, relentlessly flushed into his mind!

  This… was just like the direct imparting of knowledge from the elders or Shu Ling!

  It’s just that, this time, the sensation was much harsher, as if done in a considerably more raw way...

  Were it not for his active machine mind mode, Bubai feared his brain might have exploded under the strain!

  Fortunately, just as suddenly as it came, the torrent of knowledge ceased, leaving a bloated feeling behind.

  Nursing a faint headache, Bubai gingerly checked the new memories stuffed into his mind.

  What's this? Reverend Taiba? A Formation Grandmaster? Merlin! Could this be the legendary inheritance in the fables?

  Jade slips were the conventional means for sects to pass down their foundations, but this practice was widely well-known and too conspicuous for some cultivators’ tastes.

  Hence, some cultivators, particurly upper-level and eccentric ones, often devise their own unique ways to hide their inheritance.

  They can be integrated within beast hides, skins, and bones, inscribed on steles, simply carved into the walls of their abodes or rocky caverns, or even left on personal items like handheld mirrors or their own bones.

  Heck, if someone is lucky enough, they could even stumble across an inheritance hidden in a roadside rock...

  Myriad forms for spreading their inheritance are scattered across the world, all waiting for the destined one. It was all a giant chess game of luck.

  Now, it seemed Long Batian was lucky enough to jump onto this chessboard, and smart enough to conceal his inheritance by repcing his own finger bone!

  Rather cruel to himself, yet it was an ingenious method of self-preservation.

  Any powerful cultivator would surely investigate the rise of a humble, cnless outer disciple, especially those taken under the wing of elders, cns, or the core of the sect.

  Once spotted by the strong, the weak had no right to privacy. Under the threat of death, there is no such thing as a locked storage bag.

  So, carrying an inheritance object within a storage pouch was just asking for it to be found, and once a worthy inheritance was discovered...

  Orthodox cultivators might still py some “let master check your inheritance for danger” card, but demonic cultivators… haha.

  But those at the bottom have their own way to thrive, their own ways to hide from the vision of the strong.

  An older-looking bone sitting in a storage pouch would stand out conspicuously, whereas grafted onto the body of a cultivator, it could easily be overlooked, even by a golden core elder!

  Heck, he was a transmigrator who loves double-checking for leeks wherever he goes, but even his pseudo-divine senses had detected nothing remarkable about the bone.

  Had his golden finger not reacted, he might have obliviously tossed the corpse along with its hidden inheritance!

  Of course, since he intended to cremate the corpses, albeit partially, he might chance over the oddity, but there was no guarantee.

  Some opportunities were easy to miss, but now, it seemed his almighty golden finger unlocked a new function.

  Even better, this function wasn't just an inheritance detector—it also came with another unexpected benefit…

  Observing the subtly expanded boundaries of his mysterious storage space, Bubai made some calcutions.

  His dantian space’s capacity has grown enough to store… about one percent more?

  It was a really small, almost negligible expansion, but some giddiness bubbled up within Bubai.

  Finally, the road to expanding his dantian has been opened!

  As… there was a problem: what was the cause?

  Was it the absorption of runes? Probably… not.

  During formation practice, he had learned and came into contact with numerous new runes, but none garnered any changes to his mysterious space.

  So… must it be some special runes? Or could there other factors specifically tied to the inheritance itself?

  Who knows. Well, this marks yet another mystery reserved for future exploration.

  But regardless whether he knew the true nature of the upgrade or not, without a doubt...

  "Guess I'll have to give all corpses and items a scan in the future… well, whenever possible."

  Switching back to the storage space, Bubai inspected Long Batian's headless corpse once more.

  There were zero changes in its condition, except for the missing pinky finger bone. All that remained was a pile of fine bone powder.

  It appeared that whatever remained of the inheritance had been entirely drained by his seed.

  Seeing that his storage space had returned to its usual calm state and finding nothing else of interest, Bubai withdrew his consciousness from the space.

  Returning his main focus to his cultivation chamber, Bubai’s eyes searched the bed, eventually setting his sights on the wok-sized turtle shell that Long Batian had used as an impromptu shield.

  Picking it up, Bubai examined it closely, hoping to find something special, but... found nothing extraordinary.

  “Hey, in novels, turtle shells are the cliché carrier of mysterious abilities or inheritances...”

  With a shrug, Bubai tossed it into his storage space to let his seed do its job, only to discover... nothing happening this time.

  "Bummer. It’s just a tough shell.” Guess he was hoping for too much.

  But this much was expected.

  Inheritances weren’t like common weed found in the wild. There was a higher chance of getting high than encountering a single windfall like this, let alone two.

  Anyhow... inheritance or not, the haul this time was undeniably wonderful.

  Besides the unexpected inheritance, his loot included a powerful magic weapon—flight-capable, no less—and a mini crossbow ideal for those with a penchant for dirty sneak attacks.

  Better yet, these loot merely scratched the surface of what y within Long Batian’s possession!

  Bubai looked at the blue storage pouch embroidered with a serpentine dragon that reared its head just like his greed.

  Greed is ugly, but this time, Bubai believes it’s justified. Why?

  The fact that Long Batian could take out items with a mere pat during battle hinted that the pouch was customized with item retrieval runes for ease of access.

  This was a feature only avaible to mid-grade pouches and above!

  That meant Long Batian’s pouch was at least mid-grade, promising a rger storage capacity and, accordingly, more treasures!

  Save the best for st. Now, it was finally time and Bubai’s eyes was literally glowing green.

  Just what riches are awaiting within? Find out next time on... Bubai Ballz!