Three bags.

Waking up he thought it felt like he had been beaten by six people but remembering the times he had been beaten by six or more people; he decided that this felt worse. But at least the painful parts were done, for now. 

Xavier was still laying naked inside the array, trying to sort out how to move his body. There was a feeling of disconnection with him wanting to move his arm and it doing so. He knew this feeling would go away in time, but it was time he didn't have at the moment, he had to pee. It took a while to stand up and begin heading to the entrance, his walking was unstable, and he had to lean against the walls while going up the steps. He was far stronger than when he first got here but he still wasn't strong enough to take a one-hundred-foot fall to the face.

After he was done peeing, he closed the entrance and sat down at the top of the stairs. His body was still unstable, and he didn't want to risk falling down the stairs. Besides he had something he wanted to do. Cultivate.

Cultivating would speed up his body's recovery, and if he could break through to the second layer of Qi Condensation before he ran out of food and water, he could use the remaining rainbow-colored mist to complete the next step of body cultivation, even though he shouldn't. He should save some of the mist for the next person that comes here and not hog it all for himself. But right now, he was the only one in the cult who knew that place existed and with the message meant to guide people here covered up, and the cult's destruction in a few years, he decided he was going to disregard what he should do for what he wanted to do.

Getting into a meditative state to begin cultivating was easy for Xavier, it was something he did almost every day for six centuries. First cultivating his Qi as a martial artist, then cultivating spiritual energy as a cultivator. This time there was no struggle trying to draw the spiritual energy in the air into his body, he could sense it all around him, he could almost taste it. As spiritual energy flowed into him and surged everywhere within his body, the stiff soreness he had been feeling was replaced was replaced with a feeling of strength. Like a starving man that hadn't eaten in months, his body devoured the spiritual energy as fast as it entered his body and craved more, lots more. 

After a while he stopped cultivating, the entrance to the tomb was at ground level and far colder to his naked body than a hundred feet underground. This little bit of cultivation had done exactly what he wanted it to do, the soreness had felt was gone and his steps were no longer unsteady, and he easily made it down the stairs without having to lean against the wall. 

After making it back to the inheritance room, Xavier wet a towel and wiped himself down before getting dressed. Now that he was no longer naked, he started rummaging through his pack looking for something, and soon the three storage bags were in his hands. Although he knew the chances of these storage bags containing anything good was horrendously, dismally small, there was still a small part of him that had some hope he would get lucky. The first bag had a few spirit stones, some clothes, some handwritten cultivation manuals, and a few crudely made swords meant for cultivators. Xavier recognized the style of the swords and a quick flip through of the manuals confirmed his suspicions, the owner of this bag belonged to a sect of the Heavenly Alliance. 

Which one, he didn't know. The inheritance was for sword cultivators of the Heavenly Alliance of this continent, here and on the mainland, there were many sects with sword cultivating branches. He had never bothered to learn much about the differences of the various sword cultivators he fought, all he definitely knew was that they were a pain in the ass to fight. They had powerful sword attacks and a single-minded focus that made them dangerous to the demonic cultivators they fought and to themselves. They often fell into traps or got surrounded while pursuing their targets, which often led them to be killed. The only thing within this bag that had any value to him were the few spirit stones. The inheritance was useless to him, almost all the spells and techniques were useless to him, and he wouldn't be caught dead in the clothes of the Heavenly Alliance. 

Tossing the bag aside, he picked up the next one. A quick look inside and Xavier found almost fifty spirit stones, a bunch of different spirit herbs, a crude alchemy cauldron, a few hand-written manuals, and some clothes. He knew where the owner of this bag came from, the Green Valley Sect, it had the inheritance of the Pill Tower, a very powerful Alchemy sect in the mainland. Even if the price of the bags was ten times what he paid, this discovery would still make more than worth it. Almost every demonic cultivator that wasn't born into a rich and powerful family tried their hand at alchemy to try and save money on pills and elixirs. But alchemy of the demonic sects was crude and very unrefined, while the alchemy of the Pill Tower was perfect, which is why their recipes were heavily guarded secrets. With these manuals Xavier had hopes of improving his dreadful alchemy skills to at least to mediocrely skilled.

The final storage bag only had clothes and manuals. This bag belonged to one of the many fire worshipping demonic sects. He had no clue how the other two storage bags became for sale, but this one, he could easily see the owner being stupid enough to burn himself to death or exploding from screwing up during cultivation. Either way there was nothing of any worth in this bag, especially since he already knew this inheritance, it was one of the many he found in one of the ruins he had explored.

Xavier thought his luck was pretty good, he got one good find, and while the other two were worthless he could still use the bags. When it was time to leave this place, he planned to sort his belongings and place them in a storage bag. But right now, he would need to dig through his bag again and find a ration ball to eat. After he was done eating and had some water, he was planning to spend the rest of the day cultivating. It would a long and very boring task, but if he wanted to break through to the next level of body cultivation then he needed to first breakthrough with his primary cultivation technique. 

He was looking forward to leaving the tomb, he was planning to return home and rest for a day or two while stuffing his face. After that he would head out to cultivate some ghosts as tools and as loyal minions that followed his orders without question.