The palm-sized bronze bell was heavy, weighing at least two pounds.
Its body was dull and lusterless, possessing a solid, weighty texture. Its surface was engraved with densely packed True Script Runes.
A clapper hung within the bell, chiming softly when shaken.
Its handle was shaped like a flood dragon and python, making it quite distinctive.
Holding the bell in his hand, Wang Chen summoned the Cultivation Panel and took a look.
There was no display whatsoever in the equipment slot.
The result did not surprise him. The panel was exceedingly picky about equipment; even the Autumn Water Sword, which was suspected to be a top-grade first-tier weapon, had not earned a place on it.
This bronze bell was probably much the same.
Wang Chen was not greedy. After all, tonight's gains had already been enormous.
One had to know when to be content.
He tried channeling a thread of Mana into the bronze bell.
In the next instant, an alien force surged from within the bell, forcefully driving out Wang Chen's Mana.
It nearly made him lose his grip!
Clearly, this Magic Tool had already been refined by its former owner and could automatically strike back at an "intruder."
But this problem was easy enough to solve.
Unless the Magic Tool's original owner had been far more powerful than Wang Chen and had placed powerful restrictions within it, otherwise, it was merely a matter of patient grinding.
The method for refining Magic Tools was basic cultivation knowledge, and Wang Chen had mastered it as well.
Again and again, he infused it with Mana, bit by bit wearing away the restrictions within the bronze bell and imprinting it with his own aura.
The former owner's restrictions inside the Magic Tool were originally water without a source, wood without roots. Nor