Once in ten thousand years!
The other possibility was to nourish the magical treasure day and night with one's own vital essence from the moment one obtained it, eventually reaching a state of unity between wielder and treasure.
What these two kinds of magical treasures had in common was that they had already acknowledged a master, shared their master's thoughts, and developed spiritual awareness.
Unless the magical treasure itself agreed, he would never be able to put it away!
Unless he forcibly erased the spiritual awareness within it.
But a Heaven-Tier Magical Treasure without spiritual awareness was no different from a heap of scrap iron.
"Damn it!"
"Now this is a problem!"
"This thing's one gigantic spear! If I run out with it slung over my shoulder, even if that old hag doesn't hunt me down, some passing bandit cultivator will beat the shit out of me!"
"No way. Absolutely not!"
Chun Xiaobai scratched his head and racked his brains, soon coming up with a solution.
He slapped his thigh.
"I'll find somewhere later and melt this damned spear down!"
Even melted down, a Heaven-Tier Magical Treasure would still yield heaven-tier materials!
They certainly wouldn't be worth as much as a complete Heaven-Tier Magical Treasure, but at least they would be easy to carry, and he wouldn't have to worry about getting robbed along the way!
"Ah, looks like this great king's luck is a little rotten today."
"Wait!"
Chun Xiaobai suddenly remembered: wasn't there still an old bastard lying over there?
He darted over and found blood still spurting from the old bastard's chest with a sizzling hiss.
"Whoa! This old bastard probably had high blood pressure!"
"He's dead as a doornail, and he's still squirting blood!"
After muttering to himself, Chun Xiaobai immediately activated his Treasure-Seeing Divine Eye