The Nature of Treasured Artifacts

As for so-called treasured artifacts,

Jiang Yuechu had never studied them much.

Throughout her journey, she had relied mostly on the abilities granted by the Hundred Demons Register.

As for possessions like these,

apart from the Cold Moon Long Saber she had seized from the Black Flood Dragon in Yuhang, she had none.

And even that Cold Moon could slice through iron like mud and sever a hair blown across its edge.

Strictly speaking, it could only be considered a half-finished treasured artifact—

what people commonly called a fine weapon.

After all,

treasured artifacts were rare even within the Great Tang.

Take the Demon-Revealing Mirror at the Head Office: once its light shone, no demon or specter could hide.

For an ordinary martial artist, even one who had reached Core Formation,

or even the Ink-Point Realm,

having a well-made blade forged a hundred times was already fortunate.

How could they dare hope for a treasured artifact?

Seeing Jiang Yuechu holding the armor, her brow faintly furrowed as she hesitated,

You Chenzi found it rather puzzling.

Why did this girl look as though she had never seen anything of the world?

Could her superiors have privately bestowed a treasured artifact on her without explaining its workings from beginning to end?

You Chenzi had his doubts.

But remembering that she had just slain a Great Demon,

he thought perhaps the effort had drained her, leaving her slow to react.

So he flicked his horsetail whisk and stepped forward.

"Your Highness."

"Is there something you don't understand?"

Jiang Yuechu came back to herself. Without trying to hide it, she said frankly, "I am a little confused. How... do I use this?"

The armor was wonderful, but the problem was...

it had been made to fit the Cosmic Demon King.

If she put it