Yang Qing paused slightly for dramatic effects of course, and took pleasure in it when he saw a small twitch in Lei Weiyuan's face.
"Mmph! Serves you right, Old fiend Lei,"
While he was tempted to agitate him further, Yang Qing decided not to risk it. After all there was a time and place for it, and this was neither the time nor the place.
"What you ended up getting was dependent on the cryptkeeper, which goes without saying is the caterpillar itself.
The caterpillar acted as a merchant, and the catacombs were its wares of trade. Within those catacombs, you could find almost anything.
Anything you could think of, and the catacombs would provide. If you wished for a million high-grade spirit stones, one of those catacombs would produce it, if you wished for a monarch-grade or ascendant-grade treasure, one of those catacombs would provide it, even if you wished for something preposterous like a heaven-defying talent, the catacombs would provide it.
