Metal Fragments Without a Single Seam

When the second day arrived.

Just as Ling Wuyuan had planned before.

Ever since ending his remote communication with Pei Yi.

He had been cultivating diligently while also carefully sorting through the various gains in his possession that had yet to be organized.

Books, pills, medicinal herbs, minerals,

and certain strange odds and ends were all stored separately.

The troublesome part was that, perhaps because they had long anticipated the possibility of being beaten to death and having their collections forcibly seized by enemies, the original owners of those items had often left behind traps, some real and some false, amid their belongings, hoping to take revenge on their enemies this way.

In the past,

this would undoubtedly have forced Ling Wuyuan to waste a great deal of time for no reason while sorting through his spoils.

But as Ling Wuyuan's godlike, enlightened perception grew ever stronger,

the current Ling Wuyuan could often identify all manner of meticulously disguised threats with effortless ease.

It was like some kind of fully automated scanner.

Whether something had a problem or not,

he only needed a casual glance to know automatically.

With such efficiency,

in only a short time,

Ling Wuyuan successfully identified a huge pile of problematic items and finished categorizing and organizing an equally huge pile of things.

There were hundreds of thousands of strange and unusual books alone!!

Enough to keep him reading for a very long time!!

To Ling Wuyuan,

even though the overwhelming majority of those books merely recorded commonplace information and did not involve any particularly advanced or secret knowledge,

their existence was still a rare treasure to him.

They could allow Ling Wuyuan to grasp more knowledge and further refine My Own Path and Doomfall Calamity.

Therefore, although the process of sorting those things was exceedingly