Houtian Spirit Treasure, Broken Sword!

The news of Han Fei and Qi Xuanxuan descending the mountain together immediately spread throughout Taihe Peak.

Du Kun: "Hey? You think the young lady has taken a liking to our junior brother?"

Heran: "Are you jealous? Even if she has, I think it's normal. After all, beautiful women love heroes. You saw how our junior brother performed these past two days. If you could do the same, I guarantee that more than half of the female disciples in the Tianyuan Divine Sect would be smitten with you."

Du Kun: "..."

Wei Ying: "Look at our second senior sister."

Du Kun and Heran followed Wei Ying's gaze. On the steps nearby, Qi Mengyu was looking at Han Fei with a melancholic expression, lost in thought as she stared at Qi Xuanxuan's retreating figure.

Heran: "Could it be that our second senior sister has also fallen for our junior brother?"

As Qi Mengyu was lost in thought, Daoist Sanyuan appeared beside her.

"Do you feel that heaven is unfair?"

Daoist Sanyuan suddenly asked a question that only the two of them understood.

Qi Mengyu shook her head: "There's no such thing as fairness. This world was never fair to begin with. I don't intend to compete with her for anything."

Daoist Sanyuan: "But your identity should be the same as hers. Why must you hide it? This is unfair to you, and also unfair to the Sect Master."

Qi Mengyu closed her eyes and said with some pain: "Even if I wanted to acknowledge him, he might not acknowledge me for the sake of his own status. It would also lead people to say I was trying to latch onto his identity. If that's the case, why should I embarrass myself?"

Daoist Sanyuan sighed: "The Sect Master is not that kind of person. Besides, he is your father, after all. Don't you want to acknowledge him?"

Qi Mengyu shook her head: "Please, Master, continue to keep my identity a secret."

On Tongtian Peak, in front of the Treasure Pavilion, Han Fei looked at the massive four-story building. This was one of the four divine lands of the Tianyuan Divine Sect, the Treasure Pavilion.

The entire building exuded an ancient aura. The closer he got, the more real that mysterious, ancient aura felt.

Qi Xuanxuan said: "The Treasure Pavilion was built by the first Patriarch. It contains countless restrictions. Furthermore, when the sect's successive Sect Masters and elders passed away, their weapons, or weapons they had used extensively, and treasures were all stored in the Treasure Pavilion. Therefore, after hundreds of years of accumulation, the treasures inside have not decreased but have instead increased."

"Once inside, don't be distracted by the dazzling array of treasures. You must find the weapon that suits you best as quickly as possible, because you only have one hour."

Han Fei asked doubtfully: "Aren't you coming in with me?"

Qi Xuanxuan smiled and shook her head: "I'm not qualified to enter, so you'll have to do your best on your own."

Han Fei took a deep breath and slowly walked towards the entrance of the Treasure Pavilion. On either side of the main entrance were two stone statues sitting cross-legged.

Although they looked very much like living people, Han Fei could not sense the slightest fluctuation of spiritual energy or life force from them.

Fuxi: "You're right. Those are indeed two people. They should be experts guarding the Treasure Pavilion. For one of the most important places in the sect, there must be experts watching over it. Not only those two, but there are many other powerful auras around you."

Han Fei nodded. The stone statues on either side showed no reaction even when he pushed the door open. Clearly, they had been notified. Han Fei had the qualification to enter.

Upon entering, Han Fei was met with complete darkness. The only thing emitting light was the door behind him.

In this dark space, a large number of weapons emitting a faint halo floated in mid-air. Judging by their luster, the lowest among them were High-grade Treasure Artifacts.

All sorts of weapons lay before him, and Han Fei was simply stunned. Not to mention the variety, even uncommon weapons were present, such as hooks and tridents.

"You can only enter the second floor. The time limit is one hour."

A ethereal voice struck Han Fei's heart directly.

Han Fei bowed and no longer looked at the treasures on the first floor. He went up the stairs on the right, heading straight for the second floor.

Stepping into the second-floor space, Han Fei was again met with darkness. Unlike the first floor, where at least the weapons emitted light that could be seen with the naked eye, the weapons on the second floor were invisible from afar. Only when Han Fei got within about three meters of a weapon would the weapon floating in mid-air emit a light.

Han Fei walked further inside: "Spears, sabers, gauntlets, daggers, twin blades, swords."

All sorts of weapons lit up one by one, then slowly faded.

The first sword he encountered was not the type Han Fei preferred. It was a weapon seemingly designed for feminine use, entirely white, beautiful, and ornate, but Han Fei felt it lacked the proper sharpness, so he didn't choose it.

The second sword had a heavy metallic aura. Han Fei frowned and still didn't choose it. He felt this sword was not suitable for him.

He walked past, seeing no less than ten swords, but none quite matched Han Fei's preference. It wasn't until the eleventh sword that Han Fei's gaze was completely captivated.

It was a broken sword, about an inch shorter than a normal sword. The sword body was covered in rust, without a trace of luster.

The reason Han Fei could see it was because the light emitted by the surrounding weapons had illuminated it.

He frowned: "Why is this sword so strange?"

Yellow Emperor: "A damaged sword, what's so strange about it?"

Han Fei said: "Why do I feel this sword is different? It doesn't have the slightest bit of spiritual energy, but it has a sense of agility. This feeling is hard for me to describe, as if it's not an inanimate object, as if it has a life of its own."

Yellow Emperor: "Nonsense. This was originally a Houtian Spirit Treasure. It already has its own sentience. It's only natural that you can sense life. Of course, not everyone can sense it. This sword is ownerless, which means you have a connection with it."

Han Fei asked doubtfully: "Houtian Spirit Treasure? Is it more powerful than a top-grade Treasure Artifact?"

Yellow Emperor explained: "What is a top-grade Treasure Artifact compared to anything? A Treasure Artifact is simply a relatively high-grade item among treasures. A Houtian Spirit Treasure, on the other hand, is a weapon with a spirit, with its own consciousness. There's no comparison between the two."

"Above Houtian Spirit Treasures are Xiantian Spirit Treasures. Xiantian Spirit Treasures are much rarer. These treasures are born with sentience, unlike Houtian Spirit Treasures which develop it later. Therefore, Xiantian Spirit Treasures are a level higher than Houtian Spirit Treasures."

Han Fei nodded in understanding, gaining new knowledge about the grades of weapons.

"Since this sword's grade is Houtian Spirit Treasure, I'll choose it then."

Yellow Emperor chuckled: "Are you sure?"

Han Fei nodded. The Yellow Emperor praised him, "Not bad, your vision is broad. I agree, this broken sword is the best. Furthermore, if you obtain the corresponding materials in the future, perhaps I can help you repair it?"

Upon hearing this, Han Fei's heart leaped with joy.

His feet lightly touched the ground, and his body immediately leaped up, his right hand directly grasping the hilt of the broken sword.

Bang! The broken sword suddenly lit up, sending Han Fei flying backward.

Han Fei, still reeling from the shock as he lay on the ground, watched as the floating broken sword fell and plunged into the ground.

Swish! A surge of energy spread out, blowing away the dust on the ground.

At this moment, the ancient voice reappeared, "This sword is a broken sword. Because it holds sentimental value, it was collected on this level. You should choose a complete one instead. Any top-grade treasure artifact would have a stronger aura than it."

Han Fei shook his head and said with a determined expression, "Senior, since this sword has sentimental value, then this disciple will choose it. I don't want it to remain forgotten here."

The ancient voice was silent for a moment, as if observing Han Fei's expression. Seeing that Han Fei was not joking, it sighed, "Indeed. I have seen countless prodigies enter the treasure vault to select treasures suitable for them, but this broken sword is the first to be chosen. Since that is the case, it must be fate. You may take the broken sword."

Han Fei slowly got up, bowed to the dark space, and then slowly pulled out the broken sword.

He injected spiritual energy into it, and Han Fei's clothes immediately billowed as if he were enveloped by some power.

However, before Han Fei could even rejoice, a white object appeared directly above his head.

This object shimmered, its radiance stronger than that of the top-grade treasure artifacts surrounding it.

Han Fei exclaimed in surprise, "What is this? A magic treasure? I've actually triggered a second stroke of luck."