48: Chapter 48 The Mysterious Bracelet: Everyone Who Sees It Gets a Share

Zhao Ruoan wasn't very interested in these ordinary High Grade Spiritual Artifacts, and his gaze began to wander around the entire Artifact Refining Room.

Soon, his attention was directed to an inconspicuous wooden box beside the Artifact Refining furnace.

That wooden box was made of Soul-Nourishing Wood, which itself was a fine treasure.

Things that could be placed in such a box were definitely not simple.

He walked over and opened the wooden box.

Inside the box, a pair of white-gold bracelets quietly lay.

The style of the bracelets was very simple, without any patterns on them, yet they emitted a warm and resilient spiritual power fluctuation.

"This is..."

Lin Bingyao also crowded over, looking at them curiously.

Zhao Ruoan picked up one of the bracelets, and his Divine Sense probed into it.

After a moment, he slowly let out a breath.

"We've struck treasure."

"This is a Medium Grade defensive Magic Treasure, the Xuan-guang Bracelet."

"A Magic Treasure?"

Lin Bingyao's heartbeat skipped half a beat.

The value of a Magic Treasure and a Spiritual Artifact was worlds apart.

Spiritual Artifacts could be refined and used by Spirit Sea Realm Cultivators.

As for Magic Treasures, they were supreme treasures that only Divine Soul Realm mighty figures could refine and activate!

Every single Magic Treasure possessed heaven-destroying and earth-shattering might, or Heaven-Defying functions.

"What is the use of this pair of bracelets?" she asked eagerly.

"After activation, it can form a layer of Xuan-guang protective barrier."

Zhao Ruoan explained, "According to the information I probed, this barrier is sufficient to withstand one full-strength attack from a Divine Soul Realm Peak powerhouse."

Hiss.

Lin Bingyao drew a sharp breath of cold air.

Withstand a full-strength strike from a Divine Soul Realm Peak?

What kind of concept was this?

This was equivalent to having two lives!

The value of this thing was a hundred or a thousand times higher than all the High Grade Spiritual Artifacts in this room combined.

This was truly a top-tier Opportunity.

Zhao Ruoan took out the other bracelet as well and handed it to Lin Bingyao.

"Finders keepers, one for each of us."

Lin Bingyao looked at the white-gold bracelet handed before her eyes and didn't move for a moment.

This was too precious.

"Take it, this is what you deserve."

Zhao Ruoan directly shoved the bracelet into her hand.

"Without you, I wouldn't have been able to find this place either."

A warm texture came from her palm. Holding the bracelet, Lin Bingyao had mixed feelings in her heart.

She looked at Zhao Ruoan and slowly wore the bracelet on her fair wrist.

The moment the bracelet touched her skin, a white-gold light flashed and disappeared. The size of the bracelet automatically adjusted, perfectly fitting her wrist and making her skin appear even fairer.

Zhao Ruoan also casually put the other one on his wrist.

Lin Bingyao subconsciously glanced at Zhao Ruoan's wrist, then looked at her own.

The matching white-gold bracelets echoed each other on their wrists.

For some reason, a blush quietly crept onto her cheeks.

Her heartbeat also inexplicably sped up a bit.

"Cough." Zhao Ruoan gave a dry cough.

"You can take all these weapons." He pointed to the High Grade Spiritual Artifacts hanging on the wall.

Lin Bingyao recovered her senses and hurriedly waved her hand, "No, no. This bracelet is already too precious; I can't take these as well."

"Take them." Zhao Ruoan's tone allowed no room for discussion, "These things are of little use to me. Whether you bring them back to the Sect for your own use or exchange them for contribution points, it's better than gathering dust with me."

He walked up to the huge Artifact Refining furnace, stretched out his hand to gently knock on the dark red furnace body, producing a muffled metallic sound.

"This furnace is not bad, I'll take it."

He then walked towards the mountain-like pile of Ores and blank Materials in the corner, waving his hand to pack more than half of them into his Storage Pouch, leaving only the ordinary Materials below the third rank.

"The grade of these Materials is too low, and I have no use for them either."

After finishing all this, he turned back to look at Lin Bingyao.

"Now, the rest are all yours."

Lin Bingyao looked at Zhao Ruoan. This man always did things so flawlessly, not only giving her enormous benefits but also perfectly protecting her self-esteem.

She no longer declined, took a deep breath, and solemnly bowed to Zhao Ruoan.

"Many thanks."

Afterwards, she was no longer polite, sweeping all the remaining dozen or so High Grade Spiritual Artifacts on the wall and the low-grade Materials on the ground into her bag.

This wave was a massive windfall.

The two of them looted the entire Artifact Refining Room clean, leaving not even a single hair behind.

"Let's rest and regroup, and go check out the final place," Zhao Ruoan suggested.

Lin Bingyao nodded in agreement.

This ancient dwelling exuded strangeness everywhere, but the opportunities were indeed bountiful.

...

After a brief adjustment, the two walked side by side toward the back of the Artifact Refining Room, where there was still a dim passage leading deeper inside.

The passage was not long, and at the end was a tightly shut stone door.

Unlike the previous stone hall door, this door was densely covered with profound runes, with faint spiritual power flowing through them, obviously being a Restriction.

"I'll do it."

Zhao Ruoan stepped forward.

He extended his finger, and the two-colored gold and cyan spiritual power in his body circulated, intertwining at his fingertips, then lightly tapped on the core eye of the stone door's Restriction Formation.

He didn't understand Formations, but he had the Great Dao Scripture.

All laws return to their origin, and the Great Dao is extremely simple.

In his perception, this Restriction was like a complex ball of yarn, and he only needed to find the most crucial thread end and gently pull it.

"Hum—"

The runes on the stone door flickered a few times before quickly dimming down.

"Click."

With a soft sound, the stone door opened a crack inward.

Lin Bingyao watched from the side, somewhat stunned.

This was an ancient Restriction after all! Even if a Formation Great Master from the Sect came here, they would probably have to study it for ten and a half months, yet he opened it with a single finger?

Just how many trump cards did this fellow still have?

The two pushed open the stone door guardedly and walked in.

Behind the door was a quiet room, small in area and simple in furnishings.

A futon, an incense burner, a row of bookshelves.

Besides these, there was nothing else.

The air here was permeated with a strange sandalwood fragrance, which made one's mind peaceful and calm upon smelling it.

Unlike the previous rooms that had turned into flying ash, the bookshelves and books here were well preserved, as if someone had just browsed through them yesterday.

And most eye-catching of all was on that futon.

A white-haired old man sat cross-legged with his eyes tightly closed, his complexion rosy, looking just like a living person.

He wore a grey Daoist robe, immaculate and spotless, with not a shred of life breath on his body, yet also without the slightest Death Qi.

He sat there quietly, as if he had merged into the entire space.

Lin Bingyao held her breath, quietly circulating the spiritual power in her body, ready at any time to deal with possible changes.

Zhao Ruoan also stopped his footsteps and didn't rashly approach.

The two stood like this at the door, sizing up the uncorrupted old man.

"Is this the remains left after passing away?" Lin Bingyao transmitted her voice in a low whisper.

"It looks like it," Zhao Ruoan replied, "For the Physical Body not to decay for a thousand years, he must have been a mighty figure with heaven-reaching cultivation during his lifetime."

When Cultivators reach a certain Realm, they can make their Physical Body exist forever and immortal.

The Realm of the old man before them during his lifetime probably far exceeded their imagination.

After observing for a long time and confirming that there was indeed no fluctuation of vitality on the old man, the two relaxed a bit.

"It seems this Senior departed very peacefully, let's not disturb him," Zhao Ruoan said.

"Let's go see what is on those bookshelves."

This was what they cared about the most.

The book collection of an ancient mighty figure—any Cultivation Technique or secret art casually leaked from it would be enough to stir up bloody storms in the outside world.

Lin Bingyao nodded, and the two cautiously bypassed the futon and walked towards that row of bookshelves.