Sword Three Missing One
The hollow flower shone bright, a scab upon the world.
This item, obtained from the rising stars of the Blind Eye Academy—the Golden Saints—during the last Vacuum Flower mission, had yet to be used.
Its requirements were simple: a certain amount of gold, and sufficiently pure supernatural traits. When the two came into contact, they would automatically be smelted into a corresponding Supernatural Item.
So pure trash counted as a kind of purity, right?
Especially when it came with a generous helping of divinity.
Fu Qian was quite certain that the swaddled chalice in his hand was of an absurdly high rank.
More specifically, there was a chance it might accidentally exceed the limits of a one-use Vacuum Flower.
In that sense, this was yet another case of "everything works out for the best."
After all, if he'd had Kalaodola's share to complete it, it might really have exceeded the Second Order.
Perhaps it would no longer be trash and might have some other wonderful effect, but wouldn't that mean he'd lose his chance to become a Golden Saint?
The only problem now was where to get some gold.
After once more marveling at the unfathomable wonders of cause and effect, Fu Qian set the two items down for the moment, picked up the mask beside him, and put it on.
Dawn's first light broke as morning frost gave way to sunrise.
The winter academy was already quickly regaining its vitality.
But Su Zhiyan, who had been busy all night, was clearly still catching up on her rest.
Fu Qian didn't rush to wake her and ask the Night Watchers for a little sponsorship or anything. Instead, he walked straight over and picked up a golden candlestick.
That's right. There wasn't even a candle, but