Incense and Fire Treasure Artifact

The waiter paused slightly, then corrected his expression and said, "An honored guest who travels across lands surely possesses great divine powers, but Great River City might be somewhat unpeaceful recently. Although it is nothing to an honored guest, lest it disturb your refined mood, the honored guest had best not head toward secluded places during the night."

Recalling his own encounter just moments ago, and coupling it with the waiter's warning, Huang Huai had already become certain that Great River City at night was likely not as peaceful as the one he had seen in the daytime. With such thoughts flashing through his mind, Huang Huai smiled nonchalantly at the waiter and said, "Many thanks, waiter brother!"

The waiter withdrew, and Huang Huai casually closed the courtyard gate as he walked toward the central main room.

Inside the hall of Ping'an Inn, the innkeeper saw the waiter returning all smiles and couldn't help saying, "It looks like you, brat, got a tip!"

The waiter chuckled and said, "Third Uncle, this pair of eyes of mine has truly never misread a person. This one looks like an ordinary person at first glance, but that person is absolutely someone whose true depth is hidden!"

The innkeeper trusted his nephew's ability to read people quite a bit. Having nothing better to do at the moment and hearing him say this, he couldn't help asking with surprise, "I look at him and he completely seems like an ordinary person. Where on earth did you see that his depth is hidden, brat? Don't tell me you got a tip from him and your eyes got dazzled."

Hearing this, the waiter immediately grew anxious and said, "Third Uncle, you can doubt other things, but you cannot doubt your nephew's ability to read people."

Seeing the waiter get anxious, the innkeeper calmly smiled and said, "Then go ahead and tell me, how on earth did you judge that the person's depth is hidden?"

Sporting an immediately mysterious expression, the waiter said, "Third Uncle, do you know what I saw just now at this person's wrist?"

The innkeeper asked in surprise, "What?"

"An Incense and Fire Treasure Artifact! That is an extremely precious string of purple sandalwood beads, and within those beads there is a thumb-sized jade divine statue."

At this, even the innkeeper's expression revealed a hint of solemnity. In this day and age, as long as it involved a divine statue, no amount of importance attached to it could be considered too much.

Seeing his third uncle's reaction, the waiter continued, "Let's not even speak of how precious the purple sandalwood is; it has always been the raw material for making top-grade divine statues or top-grade incense and candles. Can someone who is able to use it to make a bracelet be simple? The most crucial part is that the divine statue was carved from superior jade at a single glance. Although I didn't see clearly which sacred deity the divine statue was, since it is an item worn on the person, nine times out of ten it is an Incense and Fire Treasure Artifact specially cast by those powerhouses for their descendants to protect their bodies."

Hearing this, the innkeeper couldn't help carrying a hint of envy as he said, "An Incense and Fire Treasure Artifact... that must be a treasure that at least powerhouses of the Third Realm level have the surplus strength to refine. If it is said to be an Incense and Fire Treasure Artifact refined by an even more formidable existence, it is rumored that it can even rival a true divine artifact, and even an ordinary person relying upon it can suppress and kill a High God."

The waiter's eyes were likewise filled with yearnings as he said, "That's right. If one could have an Incense and Fire Treasure Artifact to protect the body, I would die without regret even if I died..."

With a bang, the innkeeper casually smashed a book onto the waiter's head and said, "You brat really are daydreaming. An Incense and Fire Treasure Artifact and such treasures are things you can think about?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the waiter and said, "Since the person has an extraordinary background, you brat serve him properly. Who knows, perhaps the noble person will be happy, and whatever casually leaks out from between his fingers will be enough for you to benefit from endlessly!"

The waiter nodded in deep conviction.

Over here, Huang Huai walked into the reception hall and looked around on all sides. The room was antique and permeated with a unique flavor.

Casually placing the pack he had carried all day onto the table, Huang Huai first strolled around the courtyard. Aside from the main hall, this small courtyard still had a study containing a bookshelf and some books, and other than that, there was an extremely spacious bedroom.

Sitting in the living room at this moment and drinking tea, Huang Huai couldn't help recalling his experience just moments ago. He could be certain that the feeling he had just felt of being stared at by some terrifying existence was definitely no illusion, especially now as he recalled those pupils in the darkness that made his heart palpitate with fear; they still sent chills welling up from the bottom of his heart.

He abruptly took a large gulp of the lukewarm tea, gripping the teacup with both hands as if wanting to extract a shred of warmth from the lukewarm teacup.

What on earth is this world? Since there are divine and miraculous Divine Demon Blessings, I'm afraid it also lacks no God, Demon, Malevolent Spirits creating disasters across the land!

After quite a while, a cup of tea went down his stomach and a bit of warmth was added to his body. Standing up, Huang Huai first put the pack into the bedroom, then passed through the hall to enter the study on the side, his gaze naturally falling upon that row of bookshelves.

Looking at the neatly arranged volumes of books, Huang Huai's eyes couldn't help lighting up. He was completely clueless about the specific circumstances of A World, so weren't these books before his eyes the best source for obtaining information about this world?

Thinking of this, Huang Huai directly strode forward, his gaze falling upon those volumes of books. He casually pulled one out and opened it, and when he saw the characters clearly upon it, Huang Huai secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, they were traditional Chinese characters; although he could only recognize the majority of these characters, the myriad changes still stemmed from the same origin, and through wild guessing he could also roughly understand their meaning.

Much like the book he had opened, the book title was called "Biography of Blazing Sun High God", and looking at the prologue, its content recounted the biography of the life of a cultivation person named Blazing Sun High God.

Huang Huai subconsciously wanted to find historical books, so he merely glanced at the biography in his hand before looking once more toward the bookshelf before him.

The books on the bookshelf numbered around several dozen to a hundred-odd volumes—the quantity was already not a small one. Yet at a single glance, nine out of ten were actually biographical books.

Things like "Biography of Taian Guangning Demon Subduing High God", "Biography of Dongping Eight-Armed High God", "Biography of Heyang Ox Demon High God"—there were unexpectedly none of the historical books Huang Huai had wanted to find.

With a loud clatter, Huang Huai, who was watching these biographical books in a daze, couldn't help being startled and abruptly raised his head to look in the direction whence the sound came. He saw that the originally open window in the study was being blown by the wind, and one of the window panels had slammed against the window frame, emitting a noise.

He looked at the window emitting a creaking sound with the wind, then looked at the gloomy night sky outside, and the pair of frantic pupils that had left an extremely deep impression upon him welled up once again at the bottom of Huang Huai's heart, evoking a sense of crisis in his heart.

Glancing at the study, Huang Huai immediately headed for the main hall.

Jingle bell, a burst of bell chimes sounded. The waiter, who had been together with the innkeeper guessing what sort of sacred figure Huang Huai actually was and what kind of formidable background he possessed, jogged over and said rather respectfully to Huang Huai, "Does the honored guest have any needs?"

Although he didn't know why this waiter seemed even more respectful than before, Huang Huai didn't think much of it either. He merely glanced at the waiter, put on a full air, and casually tossed a Silver Gourd Seed to the waiter as he said, "I want to be quiet by myself here these past two days..."