Selecting Treasures

Stepping into the blood-red passage, the light dimmed. A soft glow emanated from the Moonlight Stones lining the corridor.

After advancing about a hundred meters, a six-story blood-colored pavilion stood on a small plaza. Although the pavilion was only six stories high, each floor was ten meters tall, covering nearly ten thousand square meters.

As Hun Han's body emerged from the passage and stepped onto the small plaza, his soul power keenly sensed several presences enveloping him. It was likely that even within this pavilion, there were Hun Clan powerhouses guarding it.

Slowly, Hun Han approached the pavilion's threshold. Above the main entrance hung a plaque eroded by time. On it, three ancient seal characters were written in a grand, flowing script: Body Refining Pavilion!

The pavilion's bronze doors were tightly shut. It seemed that no disciples of the Hun Clan in this generation possessed the aptitude for the Blood Attribute.

"Junior Hun Han, has come to obtain treasures. I humbly request Senior to open the doors!"

Hun Han cupped his fists and bowed slightly towards the pavilion.

As Hun Han's voice fell, the bronze doors slowly creaked open.

"Many thanks, Senior!"

Hun Han politely bowed again, then stepped into the Body Refining Pavilion.

Upon entering the pavilion, a scent of books assailed his nostrils. Rows upon rows of bookshelves, filled to the brim, were arranged within. There were over a hundred bookshelves, appearing like a library at first glance.

However, the ancient scrolls on the shelves were placed haphazardly, tilted and askew.

Curiously, Hun Han walked up to a nearby bookshelf, picked up a yellowed ancient scroll, and the accumulated dust made him cough a few times.

"Yellow-tier High-grade Dou Technique, Spirit Turtle Fist!"

"Black-tier Mid-grade Dou Technique, Six Harmonies Axe!"

Hun Han discovered that the ancient scrolls, treated like trash and placed here, were at least Yellow-tier High-grade Dou Techniques. Among them were also Dou Techniques and Cultivation Methods reaching the Black-tier Mid-grade.

Familiar with the storyline of Battle Through the Heavens, Hun Han knew that the highest Cultivation Method of the Xiao Family in Wutan City was only Black-tier Mid-grade. Yet here, they were scattered about as if they were common goods.

Besides Dou Techniques, various kinds of weapons were also displayed. The highest grade of Magic Tools was only Black-tier Mid-grade.

Weapons were divided into four major tiers: Heaven, Earth, Black, and Yellow, each with three sub-grades: low, mid, and high. Above the Heaven tier, there was rumored to be a Divine Artifact Ranking.

Having satisfied his curiosity, Hun Han did not linger and ascended the stairs to the second floor.

Perhaps, among these low-grade Dou Techniques and weapons, there might be one or two heaven-defying Cultivation Methods and weapons. However, those were treasures meant for the children of the Heavenly Dao, blessed with luck and the protagonist's halo.

Currently, Hun Han had limited time and no leisure to go treasure hunting.

As Hun Han continued his exploration, he found that the second floor was still filled with Cultivation Methods and weapons. However, the grade of the Cultivation Methods reached Black-tier High-grade, and the weapons reached Black-tier High-grade. On the rows of shelves, the ancient scrolls and weapons were arranged very neatly.

On the third floor, the grade of Cultivation Methods and weapons reached Earth-tier Low-grade. Each treasure here had its own independent room. Moreover, there were also Seventh-tier medicinal ingredients and even Seventh-grade Pills.

As for the fourth floor, the grade of Cultivation Methods and weapons rose to Earth-tier Mid-grade. On the fifth floor, the grade of Cultivation Methods had reached the heart-stirring Earth-tier High-grade. Even at this level, the Cultivation Methods were still dazzling and numerous, exceeding four digits.

The Hun Clan was truly an ancient race. Their foundation was so profound it made one incredibly envious. Even if a single Cultivation Method from here were to leak out, it would cause a bloody storm.

As for the sixth floor, it surprisingly contained Heaven-tier Cultivation Methods.

There were not many rooms on the sixth floor, and many were empty. Even so, the number of Cultivation Methods reached double digits. The weapons stored in the rooms were radiant and breathtaking, reaching the terrifying Heaven-tier grade.

Hun Han entered a room, within which stood a raised wooden platform. On the platform rested a blood-colored longsword. The sword was nine feet nine inches long and exuded a menacing aura.

"Blood Drinking Sword!"

On the wooden platform, there were a few lines of ancient seal script.

Blood Drinking Sword: Heaven-tier Magic Tool, menacing aura, capable of storing blood to unleash immense combat power. Those with unstable minds should use with caution.

Currently, Hun Han had obtained an ancient body-refining Cultivation Method, but he lacked a suitable weapon.

This Blood Drinking Sword was incredibly dazzling. Even if he couldn't use it himself, selling it would surely fetch a good price.

With this thought, Hun Han's tiger-like palm reached out and grasped the sword's hilt.

Hummmmm

The moment Hun Han's palm gripped the hilt, the sword trembled violently. It was like a woman about to be violated, fiercely resisting Hun Han.

"I don't believe I can't subdue you!"

The stubborn Hun Han gripped the hilt tightly, attempting to swing the sword.

However, the sword's resistance intensified.

At a certain moment, the sword broke free, circled the room once, and then its tip… shot straight towards Hun Han.

"Ah!"

Hun Han screamed and instinctively closed his eyes.

Yet, he felt no pain. Cracking open an eye, he saw in horror that the sword was only five inches away from him. Even though the sword emanated a brilliant blood-red glow, it was as if a wall stood before him, preventing it from breaking through.

"Ninth-grade Spirit Tool, already contains a Sword Spirit. Those with fate shall obtain it, it cannot be forced!"

In the silent room, a long, ancient voice echoed. As the voice faded, the blood-red longsword returned to its original position on the wooden platform.

"Many thanks for Senior's life-saving grace!"

Hun Han bowed towards the empty space. Then, he stepped out of the room.

"There are five minutes left. After five minutes, all disciples must leave the Library Pavilion."

The voice of the Hun Clan's Great Elder echoed from outside the Library Pavilion.

"Damn it, only five minutes left!"

Hun Han was getting anxious, looking around the rooms. The barriers within the rooms had already been removed, revealing peerless treasures capable of shaking the Dou Qi Continent.

However, not only weapons but even the Cultivation Methods required a destined person to obtain them. Upon the ancient scrolls recording the Cultivation Methods, there was a film of energy. If one could break through this energy film, it would signify their qualification to obtain the ancient scroll within.

Regrettably, these Heaven-tier Blood Attribute Cultivation Methods and Fighting Skills were all out of reach for Hun Han.

"Not enough time, forget it, I'll just grab an Earth-tier Low-grade weapon and go!"

Just as Hun Han turned to leave, a subtle fluctuation made his heart tremble.

"Huh? What's going on?"

Hun Han gazed at the passage leading deeper inside, calming his somewhat agitated heart. Faintly, in that dimly lit area, something seemed to be calling to him!