Wrong one?

"There is indeed a strange fluctuation coming from there, as if something is calling me!"

Hun Han thought it might be his imagination, but when he calmed his mind, he could confirm it wasn't. In the dimly lit passage ahead, a very subtle fluctuation was indeed emanating.

"My luck can't be this good!"

Hun Han clicked his tongue inwardly. In a place filled with Heaven-tier Cultivation Methods and Heaven-tier weapons, a treasure was actually summoning him.

As a transmigrator, Hun Han knew that when this happened, the treasure obtained would definitely not be ordinary. For it to actively summon him, choosing its own master, the treasure had clearly developed sentience.

"No matter what, only five minutes left. I'll take a gamble!"

He moved his feet, and Hun Han quickly walked towards the dark passage, guided by his intuition. Before long, Hun Han arrived in a room.

Standing at the entrance of the room, a musty smell was easily detectable. The room hadn't been cleaned in years, and cobwebs filled the corners. There were quite a few things in the room, piled up like garbage, haphazardly placed. This room didn't even have a Moonlight Stone for lighting, which showed how casually and unimportantly the Hun Clan viewed it.

Stepping into the room, the items inside were a motley assortment: knives, swords, staffs, whips... all present. They were all inscribed with obscure and difficult-to-understand runes, and an ancient aura permeated the surroundings.

Perhaps, due to the passage of time, these treasures had lost their original luster. At first glance, they just looked like... works of art, yes, works of art. They were far inferior to the Heaven-tier treasures Hun Han had seen earlier.

Standing at the entrance of the room, Hun Han closed his eyes. He could feel the subtle fluctuation becoming stronger.

"It's here!"

Hun Han scanned the room. There were countless treasures; if he had to search for them one by one, who knew how long it would take!

"One minute left. After one minute, all disciples must be forcibly removed from the Library Pavilion."

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

"Damn it, only one minute left!" Hun Han scanned the treasures in the room. One minute was not enough time to pick and choose.

Hun Han exhaled a long breath, closed his eyes, and quietly sensed his surroundings.

If it were any other six-year-old child, at such a critical juncture, they would surely be sweating profusely and losing their composure. However, Hun Han was no ordinary person. Beneath his childish face lay a mature mind, much like Xiao Yan's.

His past life's experience told Hun Han that the more critical the moment, the calmer one must remain. The worst outcome would be returning empty-handed.

"Ten seconds left. Ten seconds later, disciples who have not yet exited will be forcibly expelled from the Library Pavilion!"

The Hun Clan Great Elder's voice, long and resonant, spread throughout every corner of the Library Pavilion.

"There it is!"

Hun Han's heart leaped with joy, and he suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze locked onto one direction. In that corner, treasures were piled more than a meter high.

Thump thump thump

Hun Han reached out and tossed aside the treasures, one by one, their contained energy already depleted. It was like a rat digging a hole.

"Time's up, get out, all of you!"

The Hun Clan Great Elder's voice drifted into the Library Pavilion. Beside Hun Han, the space rippled. The ripples spread rapidly, attempting to engulf Hun Han's entire body.

Once the body was enveloped, one would lose control of their actions. They would be directly teleported out of the Library Pavilion by this Space Lock.

"It's this one!"

Hun Han's heart rejoiced. Beneath the pile of discarded treasures, he found an object emitting a faint glow.

Time was pressing, and Hun Han didn't have time to examine the object. He reached out and, at the moment his body was fully enveloped by the spatial ripples, grabbed a corner of the object.

Hun Han's vision went black, and the surrounding scenery changed rapidly. In the blink of an eye, he was standing at the entrance of the Library Pavilion again.

In front of the Library Pavilion, the Hun Clan Great Elder had a golden nanmu table, a brush, and an ancient sheepskin scroll in his hands.

A line of Hun Clan disciples stood before the Great Elder. They were voluntarily presenting their gains from the Library Pavilion for the Great Elder to register.

Before Hun Han, there were two other Hun Clan disciples. Taking advantage of this moment, Hun Han examined the object in his hand.

It was nine feet nine inches long, entirely black, and covered in many obscure runes.

"A sword?"

Hun Han was taken aback. He was surprised not because he had obtained a sword, but because the sword's body was covered in rust.

"Holy crap! Did I grab the wrong thing!"

Hun Han was bewildered. This sword looked like junk. Moreover, Hun Han remembered that the treasure that summoned him had been emitting a faint glow. Now, this sword showed no radiance at all.

Hun Han couldn't help but doubt it!

In that urgent situation, had he grabbed the wrong item?

"Alright, next!"

The Hun Clan Great Elder's voice sounded in Hun Han's ears: "Young Master Hun Han, it's your turn!"

"Ah... oh, me!"

Hun Han walked to the golden nanmu table and placed the rusty Black Sword in his hand on the table.

"Uh!"

Even the experienced Hun Clan Great Elder cast Hun Han an unusual glance. He seemed unable to understand why Hun Han would choose this item, considering the countless treasures in the Hun Clan's Library Pavilion.

Body Refining Pavilion, rusty Black Sword, Hun Han!

Despite his confusion, the Great Elder followed the rules and recorded the item and its owner's information on the sheepskin scroll.

The Hun Clan has a long history and countless treasures. The outflow of every item is meticulously recorded. Once the owner of an item perishes, the corresponding treasure will be reclaimed and returned to the Library Pavilion.

"A rusty Black Sword?"

The surrounding Hun Clan disciples focused their mocking gazes on Hun Han. Their faces, trying to hold back laughter, looked incredibly comical.

Hun Han scanned the crowd. All the Hun Clan disciples who had entered the Library Pavilion this term wore expressions of satisfaction. Some even held shimmering treasures in their hands. Compared to Hun Han, his rusty iron sword was indeed far too dim.

"Alright, the opening of this term's Library Pavilion concludes now."

Leading all the Hun Clan disciples out of the Library Pavilion's independent space, the Great Elder of the Hun Clan spoke to the child beside him. Finally, he touched his Storage Ring, flicked his finger, and a black token and a sheepskin scroll appeared in his hand. He continued, "Young Master Hun Han, this is the token for the Vice Hall Master of the Human Hall in the Hall of Souls, along with your letter of appointment. From this moment on, you are the Vice Hall Master of the Human Hall established by the Hall of Souls in a region called the Corpse Burial Mountain Range in the southwestern area!"

"Vice Hall Master?"

"He's not even a City Lord, but the Vice Hall Master of the Hall of Souls, an external force of our Hun Clan."

"That's right, and he's the Vice Hall Master of the lowest-level Human Hall. It seems the Clan Leader truly dislikes him!"

Upon hearing this, all the Hun Clan disciples worried endlessly about Hun Han's fate.

How old was Hun Han now? Merely six years old. A six-year-old child with limited cultivation. According to the old rules, even if their cultivation didn't meet the standards, direct descendants of the Hun Clan would only become City Lords of a region within the Hun Clan's independent space.

Now, Hun Tiandi had actually transferred him out of the Hun Clan's independent space. The outside world was a place where the strong preyed on the weak, filled with powerful individuals. What difference was this from sending Hun Han to his death?

In response, the Great Elder of the Hun Clan also sighed softly, looking at Hun Han with pity. "From this moment on, you shall set off and assume your post!"