Choosing a Treasure

As he stepped into the blood-red passage, the light dimmed. A soft glow radiated from the Moonlight Stones embedded within the corridor.

After advancing for over a hundred meters, he came upon a six-story blood-colored pavilion standing on a small plaza. Though it had only six floors, each floor was ten meters high and covered nearly ten thousand square meters.

When Hun Han stepped out of the passage and onto the small plaza, his soul power sharply sensed several auras covering him. Apparently, even this pavilion was guarded by experts of the Hun Clan.

Slowly, Hun Han arrived at the pavilion's entrance. Above the main doors hung a plaque weathered by time. Three ancient seal-script characters were written upon it in a wild, dragon-like flourish: Body Refining Pavilion!

The pavilion's bronze doors were tightly shut. It seemed that none of the Hun Clan disciples in this generation possessed the aptitude for the Blood Attribute.

"Junior Hun Han has come to claim a treasure. I ask Senior to please open the door!"

Hun Han clasped his hands toward the pavilion and gave a slight bow.

As soon as Hun Han finished speaking, the bronze doors slowly opened.

"Thank you, Senior!"

Hun Han politely bowed once more before stepping into the Body Refining Pavilion.

Upon entering the pavilion, the scent of books filled his nose. Rows upon rows of crammed bookshelves stood throughout the building. There were more than a hundred shelves, and at a glance, the place looked like a library.

However, the ancient scrolls on the shelves had been casually tossed about, lying crooked and disorderly.

Curiously, Hun Han walked to a nearby shelf and picked up a yellowed ancient scroll. The dust piled upon it made him cough several times.

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

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

Hun Han discovered that even the scrolls tossed here like trash were at least Yellow-tier High-grade Dou Techniques. Among them were quite a few Dou Techniques and cultivation methods that had reached Black-tier Mid-grade.

Familiar with the storyline of Battle Through the Heavens, Hun Han knew that the highest-grade cultivation method of the Xiao Family in Wutan City was merely Black-tier Mid-grade. Yet here, they lay about in heaps, casually discarded.

Besides Dou Techniques, all manner of weapons were stored here as well. The highest grade among these Magic Tools was only Black-tier Mid-grade.

Weapons were divided into the four major ranks of Heaven, Earth, Black, Yellow, each further divided into high, mid, and low grades. Above the Heaven tier, there was supposedly a Divine Artifact Ranking.

After satisfying his curiosity, Hun Han did not linger and climbed the stairs leading to the second floor.

Perhaps one or two heaven-defying cultivation methods or weapons were hidden among those low-grade Dou Techniques and weapons. But those were treasures only the chosen sons of heaven, blessed by fortune and protected by protagonist luck, had the qualifications to possess.

Right now, Hun Han had limited time and simply could not afford to hunt for hidden treasures.

As Hun Han continued exploring, he found that the second floor still contained cultivation methods and weapons. However, the cultivation methods had reached Black-tier High-grade, and the weapons were likewise Black-tier High-grade. The ancient scrolls and weapons on the rows of shelves were arranged very neatly.

On the third floor, the cultivation methods and weapons had reached Earth-tier Low-grade. Every treasure here had its own separate room. There were even seventh-tier medicinal herbs and seventh-grade medicinal pills.

As for the fourth floor, the cultivation methods and weapons had risen to Earth-tier Mid-grade. On the fifth floor, the cultivation methods had already reached the enticing Earth-tier High-grade. Even methods of such a level were dazzlingly abundant, numbering over a thousand.

The Hun Clan truly deserved to be called an ancient clan. Its foundation was so deep that it made others green with envy. Even if any one cultivation method from here were to leak out, it would stir up a bloody storm.

As for the sixth floor, it actually contained Heaven-tier cultivation methods.

There were not many rooms on the sixth floor, and many of them were empty. Even so, the number of cultivation methods still reached double digits. The weapons displayed within the rooms shone brilliantly and stirred the soul, their ranks having reached the terrifying Heaven tier.

Hun Han entered one of the rooms. Inside was a raised wooden platform, upon which lay a blood-red longsword. The sword was nine feet nine inches long, and its baleful aura was overwhelming.

"Blood Drinking Sword!"

A line of small ancient seal-script characters was written on the wooden platform.

Blood Drinking Sword: Heaven-tier Magic Tool. Its baleful aura is overwhelming. It can store blood and unleash extremely powerful combat strength. Those without steadfast minds should use it with caution.

Now that Hun Han had obtained an ancient body-refining cultivation method, he lacked a suitable weapon.

This Blood Drinking Sword was exceptionally eye-catching. Even if he could not use it himself, selling it would surely fetch a good price.

With that thought, Hun Han's large hand reached for the hilt of the Blood Drinking Sword.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The moment Hun Han's hand gripped the hilt, the sword trembled violently. Like a woman about to be violated, it fiercely resisted him.

"I refuse to believe I can't subdue you!"

Stubbornly, Hun Han gripped the hilt with both hands and tried to swing the sword in his grasp.

However, the sword's resistance only grew more intense.

At one point, the sword broke free and circled the room. Finally, its tip actually... actually shot straight toward Hun Han.

"Ah!"

Hun Han cried out and instinctively shut his eyes.

Yet he felt no pain anywhere on his body. Peeking through a narrow slit, he saw in horror that the sword was only five inches away from him. Though it radiated a dazzling blood-red glow, it was as if an invisible wall stood before Hun Han, preventing it from breaking through.

"A Ninth-grade Spirit Tool has a Sword Spirit Contained within it. Those fated to possess it shall obtain it; it cannot be forced!"

An ancient, lingering voice echoed through the silent room. As the voice faded, the blood-red longsword returned to its original wooden platform.

"Thank you, Senior, for saving my life!"

Hun Han bowed deeply toward empty space before leaving the room.

"Five minutes remain. After five minutes, all disciples must leave the Library Pavilion."

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

"Damn it, only five minutes left!"

Hun Han grew somewhat anxious as he looked at the surrounding rooms. The barriers within them had already been removed, displaying peerless treasures capable of shaking the Dou Qi Continent.

However, not only weapons, but even those cultivation methods required a fated owner. A membrane of energy covered the ancient scrolls recording the cultivation methods. Only by breaking through that energy membrane could one prove oneself qualified to obtain the scroll within.

Unfortunately, all of those Heaven-tier Blood Attribute cultivation methods and Dou Techniques were utterly unrelated to Hun Han.

"There's not enough time. Forget it, I'll just take an Earth-tier Low-grade weapon at random!"

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

"Hm, what was that?"

Hun Han looked toward the passage leading deeper inside and calmed his somewhat restless heart. Faintly, in that dimly lit place, something seemed to be calling out to him!