Magic Treasure White Jade Ruyi

He caught the glittering object in his left hand. Han Fei could see it clearly now: it was a pure white jade Ruyi.

Although Han Fei didn't know what it was for, he knew that Magic Treasures were powerful in their own way, and this one was a "buy one get one free" deal, which greatly improved his mood.

Yellow Emperor: "Both of these require a drop of blood to recognize their master. Let's leave here first."

Han Fei nodded. His mission was complete; he had chosen his weapon and even obtained a Magic Treasure by chance.

With the Broken Sword on his back and the Jade Ruyi put away, Han Fei strode out of the Treasure Pavilion as if he were walking on air.

Qi Xuanxuan, who was waiting outside, saw Han Fei emerge and immediately rushed up to him, "What weapon did you choose?"

Han Fei pointed to the Broken Sword on his back. Qi Xuanxuan immediately frowned, "Why did you choose that? I saw it when I was picking my weapon. What were you thinking?"

Han Fei chuckled awkwardly, "I wasn't thinking much, I just really liked it."

Qi Xuanxuan sighed, "I'm really impressed with you. Did that burst of power come back to you?"

Han Fei nodded. Qi Xuanxuan breathed a sigh of relief, "That's more like it. At least it wasn't a complete loss. When I have the chance later, I'll get you a top-grade Treasure Artifact longsword."

After speaking, she grabbed Han Fei and ran outside. Han Fei was completely bewildered as Qi Xuanxuan dragged him along, not knowing what they were going to do.

"You just got a Magic Treasure, shouldn't you need a place to test it out? Come to my room."

Han Fei was stunned, "Go, go to your room?"

When they arrived at Qi Xuanxuan's room, Han Fei was completely dumbfounded. This was hardly a room; it was practically a grand hall, almost as large as Taihe Hall.

One had to remember that Taihe Hall was where Daoist Sanyuan gave his lectures, with hundreds of people attending each class, yet no one felt crowded.

This showed just how large Qi Xuanxuan's so-called room was.

"Miss, isn't your room a bit too big?"

Qi Xuanxuan: "Big? You don't feel it's big once you get used to it. This is where I usually practice my sword. I cultivate martial arts, so isn't it normal to have a large space? Otherwise, how could I move freely?"

Han Fei: "..."

Qi Xuanxuan: "You can experiment here. I'll watch from a distance."

With that, Qi Xuanxuan stepped aside.

Han Fei didn't shy away from Qi Xuanxuan. He directly took the Broken Sword from his back. Since there was no Sword Sheath, carrying it on his back was rather inconvenient.

Yellow Emperor said: "Although this sword has a Weapon Spirit, its body is damaged, so the Weapon Spirit should be dormant. Therefore, it is currently equivalent to a top-grade Treasure Artifact, possessing the hardness of a top-grade Treasure Artifact, or even higher."

"Drip your blood onto the sword body to make it recognize you as its master. The same applies to that Jade Ruyi."

Han Fei understood. He gripped the sword hilt with his right hand and directly grabbed the blade with his left.

The two sharp edges immediately cut his left palm. Crimson blood flowed onto the Broken Sword.

A faint glow gradually emanated from the sword. The rust on the sword's surface actually began to disappear, and the entire sword looked as good as new. However, even though it looked new, its appearance was still not very pleasing, falling short of the dazzling beauty of other longswords.

This Broken Sword was about as wide as a palm, slightly wider than an ordinary sword, and entirely ink-black. However, Han Fei quite liked this color and appearance. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been captivated by it at first sight.

Buzz. When all the rust completely disappeared, the sword body began to tremble violently. At this moment, Han Fei could actually sense the sword's will. However, because the sword was broken, Han Fei couldn't communicate with it, so he didn't even know its name.

Qi Xuanxuan, who was at the edge, was utterly astonished: "This, this is that piece of scrap iron? I never expected it to have such a powerful aura. It seems I misjudged it."

Boom. When the infusion of spiritual energy reached its peak, the sword body suddenly erupted with a dazzling light. Then, Han Fei swung his right hand, and the Broken Sword whistled through the air.

Whether it was the smoothness, the weight of the sword, or the style, it was all to Han Fei's liking. It was also more effortless to use, and bursts of sword light continuously erupted from Han Fei's sword in all directions.

Amidst the flying sword energy, Han Fei let out a joyful laugh.

"Good sword, good sword..."

Chiyou: "Hmm, indeed a good jian, a good jian-like appearance."

Yan Di: "Old Chiyou, you're finished. You insulted the group leader. I personally suggest deducting the corresponding points."

Chiyou: "Deduct my ass! I'm in a bad mood these past two days, don't provoke me."

Yan Di: "Nyah nyah nyah, I'll make you mad. What are you going to do about it?"

The Gods: "..."

Qi Xuanxuan said: "It looks like I'll have to make you a Sword Sheath. You're also strange; others keep their swords in their Storage Bags, but you carry yours around every day."

Han Fei didn't offer much explanation. He took out the Jade Ruyi. His left hand still had bloodstains from being cut by the Broken Sword. He placed his blood-covered left hand on the Jade Ruyi, which immediately lit up.

"White Jade Ruyi, a defensive Magic Treasure. It automatically absorbs spiritual energy from heaven and earth and can withstand the full-power attack of an expert one major realm higher than itself. After one attack, the stored spiritual energy disappears and needs to be reabsorbed. The recovery time is linked to one's own level. It can also increase one's luck."

Han Fei's smile deepened. This was essentially adding an extra life for himself. As expected, Magic Treasures were heaven-defying existences.

Qi Xuanxuan asked curiously, "What's the function of this Jade Ruyi?"

Han Fei smiled mysteriously, "It's a secret."

Qi Xuanxuan pouted, "So stingy. I told you the function of my Magic Treasure."

Han Fei said helplessly, "It's an extra life, capable of withstanding the full-power attack of a Martial Artist one realm higher than me. And it's automatically charged, not requiring my spiritual energy supply."

Qi Xuanxuan seemed startled, "Hearing you say that, it's at least a mid-grade Magic Treasure, right?"

Han Fei put away the Jade Ruyi. He didn't know if it was a mid-grade Magic Treasure or not, but he was satisfied with this ability.

Fuxi: "It's impossible for any cultivation level to work. At most, it's effective at lower levels. When your cultivation gradually increases, it won't be of much use."

Han Fei said contentedly, "That works too, right? It's free anyway. And I feel like whether the Treasure Pavilion can have a second burst of power has nothing to do with luck. It seems to be decided by the owner of that ancient voice. He'll bestow Magic Treasures on whoever he fancies, won't he?"

No one spoke in the Primordial Group, perhaps tacitly agreeing with Han Fei's thoughts.

After everything was settled, Han Fei returned to Taihe Peak before nightfall.

The next morning, Han Fei was still meditating when he heard Qi Xuanxuan's voice from outside.

Han Fei ended his meditation and stood up, opening the door to the side hall.

Qi Xuanxuan handed Han Fei a sword sheath she had made.

"You definitely haven't made a sword sheath, have you? I had someone craft one for you. See if it fits."

Han Fei took out the Broken Sword and inserted it into the sheath. The size was just right.

"Thank you, Xuanxuan. You always think of me first."

Qi Xuanxuan said with a chuckle, "We're friends, aren't we?"

In the following days, Qi Xuanxuan visited Taihe Peak to find Han Fei almost every day.

By now, the entire Tianyuan Divine Sect knew, unless they were blind, that Qi Xuanxuan was likely falling for Han Fei. It was just that Han Fei himself didn't know, or perhaps he knew but deliberately kept his distance from Qi Xuanxuan.

A week later, Han Fei bid farewell to his fellow disciples, preparing to enter the Inner Court and become a core disciple of the Divine Sect.

Before this, Qi Xuanxuan had already explained to Han Fei that in the Inner Court, all core disciples were the cream of the crop among the prodigies of the Tianyuan Divine Sect. Each of them possessed various outstanding special talents.

Some advanced rapidly in cultivation with almost no bottlenecks, some were skilled in Formation Arrays, and some were adept at alchemy.

In combat, there were talents excelling in strength, speed, combat techniques, combat awareness, and so on, including ranged Martial Artists who excelled in controlling objects.

Of course, there were also those like Zhang Yang whose cultivation was exaggerated and ranked at the bottom among peers, but they were very few. After all, they were all chosen elites from each batch, with very little "water" in their qualifications.

Han Fei was also full of anticipation for this mysterious Inner Court. Competition would promote growth, and it was also an important way for Han Fei to become stronger quickly.

Qi Xuanxuan was the one who came to pick up Han Fei, and everyone was already used to it. Perhaps they would only find it strange if it wasn't Qi Xuanxuan?

Han Fei knelt on the ground and respectfully kowtowed to Daoist Sanyuan.

"Master, for these past six years, you have treated me exceptionally well. Han Fei will remember this kindness."

Daoist Sanyuan smiled with relief. "Although after today, we will no longer be master and disciple, Taihe Peak will always be your home. Come back and visit when you have time. Of course, I also understand that I haven't taught you much in these six years."

Han Fei's eyes became a little moist. "You taught me the principles of being a person. My cultivation progressed slowly for six years, yet you cared for me meticulously. This is more important than any powerful cultivation or technique. Once a master, always a master. Even if our master-disciple relationship is dissolved, you will always be my teacher."

Saying this, Han Fei bowed again. At this moment, even someone with a mind as strong as Daoist Sanyuan's could no longer hold back and shed tears in front of everyone.

Of course, even with hundreds of disciples watching, no one would laugh at Daoist Sanyuan. Because the majority of them were also crying.