Improving Quality

Shen Jingchuan steadied himself and dared not look anymore; it was too beautiful.

Divine Sense a thought, he asked in his mind, "Xian'er, this Ring is so magical, does it have a name?"

The Xian'er figure frowned, its voice tinged with an unyielding bewilderment:

"I was severely injured back then, and later the Spiritual Qi in the Ring was completely exhausted, so I fell into a deep sleep. I don't know how many thousands or tens of thousands of years I was unconscious, and I can't remember most of my past."

"As the spirit of the artifact, I can only sense its current state. I only know that this Ring was originally an extremely powerful treasure, and that's all... I really can't remember anything else."

Shen Jingchuan understood, and then asked, "I only know that it can store objects and take me between two worlds. Besides that, does it have any other abilities?"

Xian'er lowered her eyes and pondered for a moment before slowly speaking:

"Right now, the Spiritual Qi is insufficient, so I can only sense a limited amount. Besides the two things you mentioned, it can also refine items placed in the space, improving their quality. However, the Ring is too weak right now; at most, it can only refine a trace of Spiritual Qi into mortal objects. If it's a truly spiritual object, it's not enough."

Upon hearing this, Shen Jingchuan's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly pressed for an answer:

"You're not feeling well right now, is there any way to help you recover?"

Upon hearing this, Xian'er's tone softened with a smile, tinged with delight:

"At least you have a conscience and know how to care about me. The method is simple: just keep storing Spirit Stones in this Ring space. The more you store, the more Spiritual Qi the Ring can accumulate."

"By using this Spiritual Qi to nourish myself, my condition will naturally improve, and I might even gradually recall more of my past. The Ring's power will also gradually increase. However, these are just my current perceptions; I can't say for sure how far I can recover."

Shen Jingchuan knew what was going on and replied:

"I see. I'll remember that. From now on, I'll try my best to collect these kinds of Spirit Stones whenever I see them and store them in my spatial storage so you can recover as quickly as possible."

The Xian'er's illusory figure swayed slightly, and she nodded gently, her voice heavy with weariness:

"My head is throbbing badly right now, I need to rest. The Spiritual Qi in the Ring is still too weak, I need to minimize its depletion."

"Okay, then you should go and rest."

Shen Jingchuan quickly responded in his mind.

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the faint connection in his mind gradually fade away and finally break completely, and his mind returned to calm.

Shen Jingchuan sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, then a surge of joy welled up inside him.

I originally thought this ancestral Ring was just a rare treasure that could store objects and travel between different worlds, but I never expected it to also have the ability to refine and improve the quality of items.

He pondered to himself, "Right now, I can only enhance mortal objects. How exactly do I enhance them? Is it turning ordinary iron into refined steel, or imbuing ordinary medicinal herbs with Spiritual Qi?" He couldn't figure it out for the time being, and he didn't intend to delve into it. He just thought he would ask Xian'er in detail when she woke up next time. It was best not to disturb her rest for now.

After the Divine Sense communication he had just completed, he also felt a slight heaviness in his head, and a feeling of dizziness and discomfort.

He yawned, then lay down on the bed, pulled the blanket over himself, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, it was already dark outside the window, and the room was shrouded in a hazy darkness.

Shen Jingchuan rubbed his still somewhat heavy temples, and with a slight thought, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed, and the next second he was back in a modern house.

I checked the time; thankfully, it was only a little past 11 p. m.

He first took a hot shower in the bathroom, washing away the dust and grime, which made him feel much more refreshed.

He opened the refrigerator and found it empty with little stock. He chuckled and shook his head. Then, a thought crossed his mind, and he took out some tomatoes, a few packets of instant noodles, and an egg that he had stockpiled earlier from his Ring space.

Boil water to cook noodles, stir-fry diced tomatoes until they release a thick sauce, add two poached eggs, and serve a steaming hot bowl, the aroma wafting straight into your nose.

He was starving, and he slurped it all down, even drinking every last drop of the broth. It was so delicious.

He had barely put down the bowl when he felt a warm sensation slowly rising in his stomach, spreading gradually from his intestines to his limbs.

It wasn't the bloating from overeating; instead, it felt like a gentle force was slowly soothing away all the fatigue in my body.

I could no longer feel the soreness in my shoulders and back, and the lingering dizziness in my head was swept away. Even my breathing felt much clearer, and I felt inexplicably light and relaxed.

Shen Jingchuan's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly realized what was going on. He had bought these ingredients from the supermarket and casually tossed them into his spatial storage. It seemed that the Ring's ability to refine quality had quietly taken effect, adding an inexplicable benefit to these ordinary items.

He currently possesses no cultivation whatsoever, so of course he cannot sense any Spiritual Qi; he only feels comfortable all over.

The warmth in his abdomen lingered, and Shen Jingchuan felt refreshed and wide awake. Where could he find Spirit Stones? He thought of the three men in black who had ambushed the Lin Household Escort Agency.

So far, the only thing he could think of was that they might know clues about the Spirit Stones, but how could he find them? He was at a loss.

Is it possible to find Spirit Stones on modern Earth? Probably not, right? Oh well, I'll just stop thinking about it.

He leaned against the headboard and picked up his phone.

As soon as the phone was unlocked, the first thing that popped up was the bank's deposit SMS messages. Looking through them one by one, it turned out that the 25 million yuan that Meng Ke had transferred in batches over the past few days had all arrived in the account.

A smile involuntarily crept onto his lips—from now on, he was a rich man.

I opened WeChat, and in the pinned chat box were several messages Meng Ke had sent last night. The first one was "Are you there?", and another one came more than half an hour later:

"Your jadeite rough has been cut, and its quality is about what I estimated. If you process it all into finished products and sell it, the profit margin is huge; I estimate the total price could reach five or six hundred million."

Finally, he added, "Contact me when you see this message," followed by a smiling emoji.

He glanced at the time; it was already late at night. He didn't rush to reply, thinking he'd wait until dawn to talk to her when they met.

With his phone battery almost depleted, he plugged it in and, taking advantage of his remaining energy, opened his browser to search for information on jade identification and medicinal herb categories.

I never bothered to investigate this in detail before, but now that I have such a treasure as the Ring, it's always good to know more, whether it's dealing in jade or collecting medicinal herbs. Who knows, I might even find clues to the Spirit Stone within it.

He flipped through the documents page by page, becoming more and more energized, without feeling sleepy at all. Before he knew it, the sky outside the window was gradually brightening, and when he looked up at the time, it was already past eight in the morning.

He got up and went to the bathroom to wash up. The cold water splashed on his face, but he was still perfectly clear-headed.

I went downstairs and into my usual breakfast shop, ordered soy milk and fried dough sticks, sat down and ate slowly, while casually placing a ride-hailing order on my phone.

He had just finished the last bite of his fried dough stick when the app notified him that the car had arrived at the store. He wiped his mouth, got up, went out, and got in the car, immediately giving the driver the address of Meng Ke's jade shop.

As he parked the car, he glanced at his watch; it was just past 9:30. Pushing open the door to the store, two sharp-eyed shop assistants behind the counter immediately greeted him with smiles.

Good morning, Mr. Shen.

Shen Jingchuan nodded and said good morning. Just as he was about to ask if Meng Ke was there, the round-faced girl winked at him, pointed towards the workroom inside, and chuckled in a low voice:

"Mr. Meng is in the back office; you can just go there."

The two girls already knew about his relationship with Meng Ke, and their eyes held a knowing smile.