Just as He Cong was at a loss, his gaze unintentionally fell on the bag at his waist.
He suddenly remembered that there might be food in Fang Mu's bag.
He Cong took the bag from his waist. It was an ordinary linen bag with nothing special about it.
Hefting it in his hand, he found it wasn't heavy.
He was curious about what was inside the bag. He placed his hands on the bag and tried to open it with force.
No matter how hard he tried, the bag remained motionless.
He Cong, now at the sixth level of Qi Condensation, had strength far beyond an ordinary person. Even a hundred-pound boulder could be easily moved by him. Yet, this linen bag showed no signs of opening under his full force.
He couldn't believe that such a bag would hang on his body. There must be something peculiar about it!
He stared at the bag, his mind constantly thinking, trying to come up with a way to open it.
After thinking for a long time, He Cong came up with a more reliable method.
Besides this bag, there were two other items on him.
One was Fang Mu's head, and the other was a long sword.
The sword had also belonged to Fang Mu, and He Cong had always carried it with him.
He had seen Fang Mu walk on the sword, so the sword was likely a treasure of the immortal class.
Using this sword might be able to open the bag.
This was the only method He Cong could think of. It might damage the bag, which was probably a treasure of the immortal class. If He Cong could think of another way, he wouldn't do this.
However, since the bag couldn't be opened, this was not a solution.
Since the bag was so difficult to open, what it contained was definitely far more valuable than the bag itself. He Cong was betting on this.
Thinking this way, He Cong placed the bag on the ground, gripped the long sword with both hands, raised it halfway into the air, and fiercely stabbed it down.
As soon as the sword tip touched the bag, it felt like it had hit a hard object, and a force of recoil passed from the blade to the hilt, making He Cong's wrist slightly sore. However, there was no trace of damage on the bag.
He didn't believe it and continued to use the sword, trying to cut or slash, but still couldn't harm it at all.
"What on earth is this bag?!" He Cong was amazed. "Although my strength is not as good as Fang Mu's, it's not much different. Since Fang Mu can open this bag, theoretically, I should be able to as well."
After pondering for a moment, He Cong thought that there must be another way to open the bag.
"Since brute force doesn't work, what other methods are there?"
He Cong sighed. It seemed that he really had no way.
"It's strange. Both the iron armor and this long sword seem to contain a trace of spiritual power fluctuation, but there seems to be no trace of spiritual power in this bag."
He Cong muttered to himself and suddenly had an idea. He stood up abruptly, "If I transfer my spiritual power into it, what will happen?"
He had tried many methods before, mostly relying on brute force. This time, he gathered his spiritual power between his hands and tried again.
As He Cong's hands touched the magic tool, he felt that his spiritual power was absorbed by the bag.
After absorbing the spiritual power, the bag emitted a faint light, and in the next moment, it magically opened a mouth.
He Cong reached into it and, after feeling around, took out the items inside.
After a period of time, He Cong stared blankly ahead, in front of him was a small mountain made up of piled items.
He had guessed before that the bag was a storage magic tool, but he didn't expect it to store so many things.
After sorting through it, He Cong found that most of them were stones emitting a bright light. Besides these, there were some bottles containing pills, a booklet, and a token made of an unknown metal.
He Cong found that the glowing stones seemed to contain a strong spiritual power fluctuation.
After studying them, he found that these stones seemed to have no use. He decided to set them aside for now.
Then, he turned his gaze to the bottles containing pills.
There were three bottles of pills in total, each containing ten pills. To distinguish them better, each bottle was labeled with a name.
"Fasting Pill, Qi Condensation Pill, Qi Recovery Pill."
He Cong glanced at the names on the bottles and read them out.
Based on the names on the bottles, it was not difficult to guess the effects of these three bottles of pills.
He Cong opened the bottle containing the Fasting Pills, and a round black pill rolled out.
After carefully examining it, the pill was colorless and tasteless, with nothing special about it.
"Fasting Pill, judging from its name, should be able to fill the stomach after eating it, right?" He Cong said uncertainly.
After hesitating for a moment, He Cong still put the Fasting Pill into his mouth.
After chewing carefully, he swallowed it.
After taking the pill, He Cong felt a warm feeling in his stomach, and the feeling of hunger disappeared.
After a brief reaction, he felt no discomfort in his body. Instead, he felt that his strength had recovered quite a bit.
He Cong looked at the remaining two bottles of pills, hesitated for a moment, and then poured out a Qi Condensation Pill from the bottle imprinted with the words "Qi Condensation."
The Qi Condensation Pill was glossy and round, pale green all over. Unlike the Fasting Pill, the Qi Condensation Pill emitted a strange fragrance. When he leaned closer to smell it, he could even feel a trace of spiritual energy emanating from the pill.
"The fragrance emitted by this pill also contains a strong spiritual power fluctuation!"
"The Fasting Pill can fill the stomach, so the Qi Condensation Pill should be able to help condense spiritual power!"
After experiencing so much, he was very clear that in this world, the weak were prey to the strong. Only by constantly cultivating and becoming stronger could he protect his life.
He had to improve his cultivation strength as soon as possible to break free from this predicament.
Feeling the powerful spiritual power contained in the Qi Condensation Pill, He Cong no longer hesitated. He closed his eyes and put the pill into his mouth.
The pill melted in his mouth, and the next moment, He Cong felt a warm flow entering his body from his mouth. Immediately, he trembled all over.