Chapter 482 - 479: Three Treasures

Chapter 482: Chapter 479: Three Treasures

It was a perfectly square space, about thirty feet in length, width, and height.

There was no light, yet it was not dark.

There was no light source, yet a hazy luminescence allowed him to clearly "see" everything within the space.

The boundaries were hazy and mist-like, as if enclosed by an invisible barrier.

Three items floated silently within the space.

One was a Beast Hide Booklet. Its cover was dark brown, made from some unknown animal hide, giving it a simple, ancient, and heavy feel.

Another was a sheathed longsword. The Sword Scabbard was pale green, completely unadorned and minimalist to the extreme, yet it exuded a restrained sharpness.

The last item was a Jade Box.

The Jade Box was pure white, carved from some kind of lustrous jade. A faint, precious light seemed to flow across its surface.

The glow was gentle yet brilliant. Even from a distance, he could sense the extraordinary power it contained.

"A Storage Ring."

Fang Han’s breath caught for a moment.

This pitch-black ring was actually the legendary Storage Ring!

He had originally only guessed that the Ancient Ruins might have been left behind by cultivators of old.

Now, the appearance of this Storage Ring all but confirmed his suspicion.

A Storage Treasure, containing its own independent space to store items for easy carrying—this was already beyond the scope of what the Martial Dao could explain.

Even a Grandmaster Powerhouse would find it absolutely impossible to forge such a treasure.

A long time ago, it was highly likely that a civilization of cultivators truly existed in this world.

For some unknown reason, that civilization vanished, leaving behind only these ruins and treasures for later generations to discover.

’How do I get them out?’

Fang Han suppressed the tempest in his heart and refocused his attention on the three items inside the space.

His spiritual power extended like tentacles, carefully enveloping the three items. With a slight thought, he tried to "take" them out.

The next moment, the three items materialized in his hands.

’A swordsmanship manual?’

Fang Han’s gaze first fell upon the dark brown Beast Hide Booklet.

The booklet felt slightly heavy in his hand. Its cover was made of a beast hide he had never seen before.

The texture was fine yet tough, and it felt smooth with a peculiar coolness to the touch.

After countless years, the archaic characters on the cover were still clearly legible—*Void Wind God Sword*.

’Void Wind God Sword...’

Fang Han murmured the four words and gently opened the cover.

The first page he saw contained an introduction to this martial art.

The characters were neat and archaic, written in a pigment that resembled ink but shimmered with a faint golden light. They remained as clear as new despite the passage of endless time.

Some characters were different from their modern forms, much like traditional characters compared to simplified ones from his past life, but they were not difficult to understand. Reading it was no problem.

"Mental Realm Martial Arts are divided into three grades: Low, Middle, and Top. This swordsmanship is a Mid-grade Realm Martial Art..."

Fang Han’s gaze lingered on this passage for a long time.

Mental Realm Martial Arts.

These four words gave him a flash of insight.

The *Sky-Splitting Sword Technique* he cultivated also involved cultivating a mental realm, and its cultivation system was identical to that of the *Void Wind God Sword*.

’Could it be a Mental Realm Martial Art as well?’

’Mental Realm Martial Arts... could that be another name for Grandmaster Martial Arts?’

Fang Han muttered to himself, a thoughtful glint in his eyes.

The more he thought about it, the more likely the guess seemed.

Grandmaster-Level Martial Arts was the term used in his Qingyang County, and even in the surrounding counties, for martial arts that involved cultivating a mental realm.

But in the ancient era when these ruins originated, this type of martial art probably had another, more accurate name—Mental Realm Martial Arts.

It was highly likely they both referred to the same thing.

’I just don’t know what grade of Mental Realm Martial Art my *Sky-Splitting Sword Technique* is...’

Fang Han pondered for a moment before continuing to flip through the pages.

The main body of the booklet began to elaborate on the Cultivation Method for the *Void Wind God Sword*.

It was filled with densely packed, minuscule characters, supplemented by a series of incredibly complex diagrams of human figures performing Sword Techniques.

The words were archaic and profound, with each sentence containing extremely deep Sword Principles.

The lines in the diagrams twisted and coiled, illustrating the circulation routes of Inner Qi within the swordsman’s body, as well as the body movements and Step Technique for each transformation of the Sword Techniques.

Fang Han studied it word by word, his mind gradually becoming immersed.

However, the further he read, the tighter his brow furrowed.

Profound.

Too profound.

Although both were Mental Swordsmanship, the profundity of this *Void Wind God Sword* far surpassed that of the *Sky-Splitting Sword Technique* he cultivated.

Its Sword Principles, its Transformations, its Force Manipulation Methods—they were countless times more complex than those of the *Sky-Splitting Sword Technique*.

If the *Sky-Splitting Sword Technique* was a river, then the *Void Wind God Sword* was a great, flowing torrent.

The difference between the two was plain to see.

’*Void Wind God Sword* is a Mid-grade Realm Martial Art, which means the *Sky-Splitting Sword Technique* is most likely a Low Grade Mental Swordsmanship...’

Fang Han slowly closed the booklet, a judgment forming in his mind.

The *Sky-Splitting Sword Technique* he cultivated was clearly not as profound as the *Void Wind God Sword*, so it had to be a Low Grade Realm Martial Art.

It was a startling deduction, but it was the truth. The *Sky-Splitting Sword Technique*, a Grandmaster Technique the Sect regarded as its very foundation, was merely a Low Grade Realm Martial Art.

’The other Grandmaster Martial Arts in the Sect’s Library Pavilion are of a similar grade to the *Sky-Splitting Sword Technique*. They must all be just Low Grade Realm Martial Arts.’

A surge of elation rose in Fang Han’s heart.

This meant that the *Void Wind God Sword* in his hands was very likely a Mid-grade Realm Martial Art that not even the Qingxuan Sect possessed.

A Middle Grade Swordsmanship.

If the outside world learned that he possessed such a martial art, the top-level influences of the entire Qingyang County, and even several surrounding counties, would go into a frenzy.

A Low Grade Realm Martial Art was already a cornerstone treasure for top-level influences like the Seven Sects of Qingyang County, enough to serve as the foundation for a sect’s legacy.

A Mid-grade Realm Martial Art, on the other hand, was likely a martial art that only an Overlord-level Influence was qualified to possess.

’The first item alone is completely worthy of the reward for passing eight trials, and there are still two more...’

Fang Han took a deep breath, calming the waves in his heart.

He closed the *Void Wind God Sword* and carefully set it aside.

His gaze fell to the second item.

The sheathed longsword.

The Sword Scabbard was pale green, forged from a metal Fang Han had never seen before.

It was cool to the touch and smooth as a mirror, with no extra ornamentation—minimalist to the extreme.

But it was this very simplicity that exuded a restrained, undeniable sharpness.

SHIING—

Fang Han reached for the hilt and slowly drew the sword from its scabbard.

An incomparably clear sword-song rang out in the room.

The blade was a faint green, a shade lighter than the scabbard. It wasn’t the dark green of the Cloud Splitting Sword, but a clear, cerulean blue like the sky after a rain.

The edge was as thin as a cicada’s wing, yet it radiated a heart-stopping sharpness.

Just by holding the sword, Fang Han felt an invisible sharpness wash over him, as if the blade itself contained the very essence of tearing everything apart.

He tried to infuse a wisp of Inner Qi into the blade.

VMMMM—

The blade suddenly lit up with a faint, cerulean glow. The light wasn’t blinding, but it carried a sharpness that made it hard to look at directly.

Under the glow, the air around the blade’s edge silently split open, forming fine black lines—the marks of the air being torn apart by its sharpness.

’What grade of weapon is this?’

Fang Han’s pupils contracted slightly.

Just infusing it with Inner Qi could produce such a phenomenon.

The grade of this sword was far beyond that of his current Cloud Splitting Sword.

The Cloud Splitting Sword was a Low Grade Magical Soldier, already considered a rare, high-quality weapon in the Qingxuan Sect.

But compared to the sword before him, it was like common iron next to a Divine Weapon. The difference was immeasurable.

’At least a High-Grade Magical Soldier...’

Fang Han murmured, his fingers gently caressing the blade.

The blade was cool, its sharpness restrained, yet a faint Spiritual Energy seemed to flow within it.

It felt as if the sword wasn’t an inanimate object, but possessed a hazy sentience that was resonating subtly with the wisp of Inner Qi he had infused.

This sword’s grade had reached the Level of a High-Grade Magical Soldier at the very least.

’It might even be... a Spiritual Weapon, a level above Magical Soldiers!’

Fang Han’s breath hitched.

He had once read in a miscellany that above Magical Soldiers were Spiritual Weapons.

Those were divine armaments that even Grandmaster Powerhouses rarely possessed.

Most Grandmaster Powerhouses only used High-Grade Magical Soldiers as their weapons; those who possessed a Spiritual Weapon were few and far between.

One could say that the value of every Spiritual Weapon was beyond measure in gold and silver.

And now, a longsword that was very likely a Spiritual Weapon lay quietly in his hands.

’There are characters on the blade...’

Fang Han’s gaze fell on the part of the blade near the guard. There, two small characters were engraved in ancient script—"Wind Shock".

Wind Shocking Sword.

This must be the sword’s name.

’As expected of the reward for passing eight trials. It’s truly generous!’

Fang Han sheathed the sword and gently placed it next to the *Void Wind God Sword*.

He took another deep breath to calm his churning emotions.

A Middle Grade Swordsmanship and a longsword that was very likely a Spiritual Weapon.

Either of these two items would be enough to cause a bloodbath if brought out into the world.

And these were only the first two items from the Storage Ring.

His gaze fell upon the last item.

The Jade Box.

The Jade Box was pure white, carved from some kind of lustrous jade.

Its lid was engraved with complex and ancient patterns that faintly formed some kind of profound design.

Under the light, a faint, precious glow flowed across the box’s surface, gentle and brilliant.

’What could be in here?’

Fang Han reached out and gently opened the Jade Box.

Inside, a sheet of neatly folded beast hide lay on a layer of deep blue velvet.

He took out the beast hide and unfolded it.

The hide was about a foot square, light brown in color, and tough in texture, remaining perfectly intact after countless years.

A map was drawn on the beast hide with some kind of black pigment.

Mountains, rivers, roads, valleys—everything was drawn with extreme detail.

In a spot slightly north of the map’s center was a dot marked with red pigment.

The dot was vividly colored, as if it had just been drawn, exuding a mysterious aura despite the passage of countless years.