Took the Wrong One?

"Indeed, a strange fluctuation was coming from there. It seemed like something was calling to me!"

Hun Han had initially thought it might have been his imagination, but once he calmed down, he became certain it was no illusion. A faint, subtle fluctuation was indeed emanating from the dim passageway ahead.

"My luck can't be this good, can it?"

Hun Han secretly clicked his tongue. In a place filled with Heaven-tier cultivation techniques and Heaven-tier weapons, a treasure was actually calling out to him on its own.

As a transmigrator, Hun Han knew that whenever something like this happened, the treasure obtained would definitely be no ordinary item. It could actively call to Hun Han and choose its own master, which clearly meant that it had already developed intelligence.

"Whatever. There are only five minutes left. I'll take a gamble!"

He stepped forward and followed the sensation in his heart, quickly heading into the dark passageway. Before long, Hun Han arrived at a room.

Standing at the entrance, he could easily smell the musty odor within. The room had not been cleaned for years, and cobwebs filled its corners. There were quite a few items inside, carelessly piled up like rubbish. There was not even a Moonlight Stone for illumination in this room, showing just how casually the Hun Clan treated it and how little they valued it.

Once he entered, he found all kinds of items inside—sabers, swords, staffs, whips... everything imaginable. Each was engraved with obscure, incomprehensible runes, and an ancient air permeated the surroundings.

Perhaps because too much time had passed, these treasures had lost their former luster. At a glance, they merely looked like... works of art. Yes, works of art. Compared with the Heaven-tier treasures Hun Han had seen earlier, they were vastly inferior.

Standing at the doorway, Hun Han closed his eyes. He could sense that subtle fluctuation growing somewhat stronger.

"It's here!"

Hun Han swept his gaze across the room. There were simply too many treasures. If he had to search through them one by one, who knew how long it would take?

"One minute remains. After one minute, all disciples must leave the Library Pavilion by force."

The Hun Clan's Great Elder's voice rang out from outside the Library Pavilion once more.

"Damn it, only one minute left!" Hun Han scanned the treasures in the room. One minute was nowhere near enough time to inspect them one by one.

Hun Han slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, closed his eyes, and quietly sensed his surroundings.

If it had been any other six-year-old child, they would have been sweating anxiously and losing their composure in such a critical moment. However, Hun Han was no ordinary person. Beneath that childish face was a mind just as mature as Xiao Yan's.

The experiences of his previous life told Hun Han that the more urgent the situation, the more he had to remain calm. At worst, he would leave empty-handed.

"Ten seconds remain. After ten seconds, any disciple who has not left will be forcibly expelled from the Library Pavilion!"

The Great Elder of the Hun Clan's powerful, resonant voice spread through every corner of the Library Pavilion.

"There!"

Hun Han was overjoyed. He suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze locking onto a certain direction. In that corner, treasures were piled more than a meter high.

Thump, thump, thump.

Hun Han reached out and tossed the energy-depleted treasures behind him one by one. He looked like a rat burrowing through the dirt.

"Time's up. Get out here, all of you!"

The Great Elder of the Hun Clan's voice drifted into the Library Pavilion. A ripple spread through the space beside Hun Han. It quickly expanded, seeking to envelop his entire body.

Once his body was wrapped within it, his actions would no longer be under his control. The Space Lock would directly send him out of the Library Pavilion.

"That's it!"

Hun Han was ecstatic. Beneath the abandoned treasures ahead, he discovered an object emitting a hazy glow.

Time was pressing, and Hun Han had no chance to inspect what it was. He thrust out his hand and, at the exact moment his body was completely enveloped by the spatial ripples, grabbed one corner of the object.

Hun Han's vision went black, and the scenery around him changed rapidly. In the blink of an eye, he was once again standing before the gates of the Library Pavilion.

Before the Library Pavilion's entrance stood a golden nanmu table in front of the Hun Clan's Great Elder. He held a brush and an ancient parchment scroll in his hands.

A number of Hun Clan disciples stood in line before the Great Elder. Each of them voluntarily took out what they had obtained from the Library Pavilion and cooperated with the Great Elder's registration.

There were still two Hun Clan disciples ahead of him. Taking the opportunity, Hun Han examined the item in his hand.

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

"A sword?"

Hun Han was stunned. He was not stunned because he had obtained a sword, but because its blade was covered in rust.

"Fuck! Did I take the wrong one?"

Hun Han was completely dumbfounded. No matter how he looked at it, this sword seemed like a piece of trash. Moreover, Hun Han remembered that the treasure calling to him had emitted a hazy glow. Yet this sword did not possess the slightest trace of radiance.

Hun Han could not help but doubt it.

Had he grabbed the wrong thing in that desperate rush?

"All right, next!"

The Great Elder of the Hun Clan's voice sounded beside Hun Han's ear. "Young Master Hun Han, it's your turn!"

"Ah... oh, me!"

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

"Uh!"

Even the well-informed Great Elder of the Hun Clan gave Hun Han a strange look. He seemed unable to understand why Hun Han had chosen this item. After all, the treasures within the Hun Clan's Library Pavilion were as numerous as the hairs on an ox.

Body Refining Pavilion, rusty Black Sword, Hun Han!

Though he was filled with confusion, the Great Elder of the Hun Clan still followed the rules and recorded the relevant information about the item and its owner on the ancient parchment scroll.

The Hun Clan had existed for a long time and possessed countless treasures. Every item taken out was recorded in detail. Once an item's owner died, the corresponding treasure would be retrieved and returned to the Library Pavilion.

"A rusty Black Sword?"

The mocking gazes of the surrounding Hun Clan disciples focused on Hun Han. Their expressions, clearly wanting to laugh yet desperately holding it in, were beyond ridiculous.

Hun Han looked around. Every Hun Clan disciple who had entered the Library Pavilion this time wore a satisfied expression. Some were even holding treasures that shimmered with dazzling light. Compared with Hun Han's rusty iron sword, theirs were far, far more brilliant.

"All right, the opening of the Library Pavilion for this session has now concluded."

After leading all the Hun Clan disciples out of the Library Pavilion's independent space, the Great Elder of the Hun Clan spoke to the children beside him. Finally, he touched his storage ring and flicked a finger, producing a black token and an ancient parchment scroll. He continued, "Young Master Hun Han, this is the token of the deputy hall master of the Human Hall of the Soul Hall, along with your appointment decree. From this moment onward, you are the deputy hall master of the Human Hall established by the Soul Hall in a place known as the Corpse Burial Mountain Range in the southwestern region!"

"Deputy hall master?"

"He isn't even being made a city lord. He's being sent to serve as deputy hall master of the Soul Hall, the external force of our Hun Clan."

"That's right. And it's the lowest-ranking Human Hall, and only as a deputy. It seems the Clan Leader truly doesn't like him!"

Upon hearing this, all the Hun Clan disciples could not help worrying over Hun Han's fate.

Hun Han was only six years old. A six-year-old child's cultivation was limited. According to past rules, even if a direct descendant of the Hun Clan did not meet the required cultivation level, he would only be made the city lord of a region within the Hun Clan's independent space.

Yet Hun Tiandi had actually transferred him out of the Hun Clan's independent space. The outside world was a place where the weak were prey to the strong, with powerful experts everywhere. How was this any different from sending Hun Han to his death?

Even the Great Elder of the Hun Clan let out a soft sigh at this, looking at Hun Han with pity. "From this moment onward, you are to set out and assume your post!"