Before, Bubai didn’t see any clear road to expanding his dantian like those geniuses.

  But now... there is a clear road to heaven! How can he not be excited? He can’t wait to share it!

  Then... once the sharing started, his research mindset got aroused.

  “Hmm... what exactly in those inheritances triggers the expansion and what criteria decides the scope of its effects?”

  “Is it more content, more expansion? No… it’s probably not that simple, right? Now that I think about it—”

  Bubai’s consciousness hopped back to reality.

  Ignoring the abrupt, distracting pleasure from blowing his load, he fished out a jade slip from the mid-grade pouch sponsored by the water boy.

  “These jade storage slips… don’t they count as inheritance?”

  The spatial tunnel opened and the jade slip dropped onto the lonely worktable in the doll corner.

  His consciousness stared at the piece of jade, but…

  “As expected, nothing’s happening, just like all the jade slips before.”

  Another thought later, the jade slip vanished from the worktable and reappeared in his hand.

  Bubai pressed the jade slip against his forehead and channeled a stream of Qi into it.

  Almost instantly, his consciousness was pulled into a misty dreamscape where neat, golden text floated in mid-air, accompanied by active Qi circulation diagrams.

  “This is the training method for that Deadman Mist technique used by that water boy…”

  “There’s no problem with the inheritance stored here. How come my gluttonous baby have no reaction at all?”

  “Is it a problem with the storage format or... is there something else special about those other inheritances?”

  Bubai’s mind turned for a bit, but...

  "Meh, the sample size is just too small to draw any solid conclusion. Guess I’ll simply have to collect more inheritances and I’ll eventually figure it out."

  After lingering a bit to memorize the content, the Qi supply cut off and Bubai returned back to the reality.

  The jade slip was sent back into his storage warehouse and dropped onto a shelf in the trade corner.

  “That’s easy spirit stones if I can find the right place to secretly sell it.”

  Returning to reality, Bubai fished out the other two jade slips found in the mid-grade pouch.

  Holding up the first, he checked its content.

  “Oh? The Spirit Rain Technique! Quite extensive details, at that. Great! Dear Merlin, I can be a spirit rice farm manager someday! Haha!”

  After tossing that onto the trade shelf, Bubai checked the other slip.

  “Huh? The Soilbed of Ecstasy method? Isn’t that... the Qi-Refinement version of the Seed of Pleasure Art? Merlin above, what a waste to put something like this in a jade slip!”

  Know that this low-level garbage can even be acquired for free from the flyers secretly distributed by those holy crusaders trying to invite outer sect disciples to join their cause!

  “Well, there is indeed more in-depth insights in this slip than those watered-down pamphlets, but what use is this method to me?”

  Bubai sighed and tossed the jade slip into cold storage. “Let it rot there.”

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  After rejuvenating himself using a drop of dew, Bubai rubbed his hands together with renewed enthusiasm.

  “Two hits out of three? That counts as great luck in my books. Then let’s ride this lucky wave…”

  Bubai pulled out the charred corpse of the water boy – his greatest sponsor in this tournament to date.

  “Hey, if you sponsor me again, I will burn enough incense to book you a luxury ferry ride across the underworld river.”

  The speechless Wu Clan prodigy then took a free ride to the morgue.

  Staring at the offering on the altar, Bubai felt a bit hyped up inside, but after waiting and waiting…

  There was still no reaction.

  "Tch. As expected, a dead sponsor isn’t a good sponsor. Baibai you go~"

  The water boy corpse reappeared and was added to the disposal pile without a second glance.

  Bubai then took out the stocky, half-charred body of the cheater. “Tsk, tsk. This poor ghost…”

  The body went in without much expectations, and came out without much to say.

  Bubai sighed. “Well, that’s that. Can’t expect luck to be found on every stray dog and cat.”

  But looking at that rigid body in his arms, Bubai gave the stiff muscles a squeeze. “Huh. Still so hard, even after death…”

  A knife flipped into his hand and he tried to give the chest a light cut…

  Feeling the great resistance, like trying to carve into wood with a dull chisel, Bubai’s eyes lit up.

  “Well, well, a body builder is still a body builder, even if he’s malnourished! Hey, maybe this poor ghost can still contribute something more aside from those meager scraps…”

  Bubai channeled his Qi to the core of his high-grade pouch and aimed its mouth at the corpse.

  An unseen force acted upon the target, sucking it into the mouth while shrinking it down, eventually dropping the full-size body inside one of the empty circles delineated within the inner space.

  There were three such two-meter-diameter circles in total, each corresponding to a rune switch located alongside the bag’s opening-closing switch on the magic tool’s core.

  Channeling Qi into the appropriate buttons will either store to the corresponding semi-sphere or eject all items placed within by spitting them out from the pouch’s mouth.

  This was how users can retrieve items from a mid-grade or higher storage pouch with just a simple pat!

  Outside of these rings, all others items must be manually taken out.

  Sounds like a hassle… but in truth, this was actually a major convenience!

  Why? Because it’s nigh impossible for low-level cultivators to manipulate space and arbitrarily summon items from their spatial storage device!

  Eh? There’s someone right here who can do exactly that?!

  Ahem. Let’s not use the cheater as an example. Look at it from a logical perspective.

  Anyone with half a brain will know how outrageous that ability sounds once they think about it...

  If there’s no designated area, how to handle item selection? How to eject only a specific item and not affect the rest?

  Use the magical spiritual sense?

  But can low-level spiritual sense alone achieve space manipulation when it even has trouble passing through solid wall? Hah!

  The divine sense of Golden Core cultivators were another story.

  But even for them, the profound mysteries of achieving spatial manipulation would leave most lost in la-la land...

  As for the folks down here? They can only rely on the mystical runes mastered by those craftsman.

  Know that having a single ring installed on the storage bag was enough to be called a luxury.

  A single quick-summon slot might not sound like much, but once a life-saving item is placed there, that single feature can determine life or death at a critical moment!

  Even if it’s not a life-saver, the combat functionality won’t be any less, especially if a super smash-worthy big boy waits there.

  Can’t crush them after one smash? Then add another, then a third, then…

  Ahem. Of course, there’s a limit to the number of rune buttons installable on a magic tool’s core.

  Hence, not any dog or cat can play super smash bruh, let alone achieve the same level as his spatial storage cheat.

  Quick-summoning and quick-storing whatever he wanted like it’s child’s play...

  Perhaps only the legendary storage ring, like the one owned by that old geezer Ma, could grant a similar ability!

  Those rings were legendary not only for its storage capacity, but also the profound mysteries required to integrate all its mystical functions!

  Bubai simply can’t fathom what mystics were required to create something like that, but he was certain his overpowered storage cheat must be much more valuable than a cute little ring.

  Such a treasure… if people knew, they’d go mad trying to get their hands on it.

  “That’s why I always wear a spare ring somewhere, just in case.”

  Bubai didn’t buy a rusty ring just to cheat some old fox.

  Disguises were always at the top of his agenda, even if they go unnoticed and unmentioned until the plot requires it.

  Plot holes aside, it’s pretty obvious he can’t rely on his storage cheat on stage.

  “That’s why these equipment slots matter..."

  Bubai’s eyes counted each of his circles.

  "So far, my big bronze water vat occupies one. Gotta refill that later.”

  "The second slot is now occupied by Mr. Bodybuilder. That used to be the spot of my handy-dandy, needle-catching board."

  "And the last slot? My itching balm sack. It’s half-empty now, but still useful, right?"

  Looking at his equipment layout, Bubai rubbed his chin. “Should any of these get replaced?”

  His gaze then drifted to the mismatched-shaped storage pouches sitting on the rumpled folds of his pants discarded nearby.

  “Maybe... there are new trump cards waiting in that unsorted mess?”

  One man’s trash is another man’s treasure. Let’s hope what’s “coming” next isn’t too disappointing.