I Contracted All Ancient Divine Artifacts

Chen Zui looked at the wine and shards scattered on the ground, as if mourning a great loss.

As a brewer, wine was his entire life, and being told that more than half of it had spilled was more painful than death to him.

”It’s alright, at least the wine in the pottery jugs is safe.” Elder Bing tried to comfort him.

”The pottery jugs contain the worst quality trash wine!” Chen Zui was not comforted at all, and his face looked even more bitter.

”This…” Elder Bing was momentarily speechless.

The incident happened suddenly, and as the enforcer of the precepts, he had only glanced roughly at the wine mountain, barely noticing that the pottery jugs were the most numerous.

It turned out to be a misunderstanding.

”How about we just make do and drink some?”

Chen Zui: ”...”

”This Separation Wine is strange, I almost got caught up by it.” Han Zhan, who was waking up nearby, shook his head vigorously.

”You should thank him quickly,” Elder Bing timely reminded Han Zhan, ”not just anyone has the qualifications to drink this Separation Wine.”

Upon hearing Elder Bing’s words, Han Zhan came to his senses.

It seemed that before they had even entered Buried Sword City, Elder Bing had said something similar.

Wanting to drink Separation Wine required a certain level of connection?

”Thanks, Chen… Uncle?” Han Zhan trusted Elder Bing’s words completely, but was unsure how to address Chen Zui.

However, seeing the way Chen Zui and Elder Bing spoke to each other, it seemed they were of the same generation, so calling him uncle couldn’t be wrong.

Chen Zui’s expression softened a bit upon hearing Han Zhan’s thanks.

Elder Bing smiled and started to explain the situation to Han Zhan:

”Do you feel anything different now?”

Having just woken up from his intoxicated state, Han Zhan realized with Elder Bing’s reminder, that his Spiritual Power seemed unusually abundant.

Clearly, he had already released a round of Infinite Sword Sea, but besides the corresponding decrease in Spiritual Power, he didn’t feel fatigued at all.

This was almost impossible before.

”My Spiritual Power has increased?” Han Zhan asked somewhat uncertainly.

”Correct, that is the hidden effect of the Separation Wine.” Elder Bing nodded, confirming his guess, ”Everyone who drinks Separation Wine for the first time will develop an obsession in their mind; the faster you overcome it, the greater the Spiritual Power increase you receive.”

”It’s called a test, but in fact, it’s quite a big opportunity as well.”

So that’s how it was, no wonder Elder Bing didn’t stop Chen Zui at the beginning, I thought he just judged there wasn’t any danger and hadn’t thought enough about it.

Upon understanding this, Han Zhan continued to experiment.

He found that his Spiritual Power had not only increased significantly, but his Spiritual Control had also become more precise.

For example, controlling the fine Sword Qi gathered around him, where he used to barely manage to manipulate a group of Sword Qi to form a Sword Sea and unleash it all at once.

But now, he could divide those Sword Qi into several streams, or arrange them into a Sword Array, incorporating the Ancient Array to perform more complex techniques.

”In the Sword Dao, there’s a saying about polishing the Sword Heart, and Separation Wine was originally brewed for Chen Zhongxia and the other sword cultivators of the Chen lineage to drink, and of course, Gongyang Jin has also tried it.”

Chen Zui took up the conversation.

”Additionally, its taste is very special, apart from the conscious hallucination the first time it is tasted, there won’t be any more afterward.”

The Separation Wine without any conscious hallucination was a vintage with excellent flavor, which Elder Bing hadn’t lied about.

While Han Zhan and the others were talking, from the other side of Buried Sword City, a rugged middle-aged man with a bare chest swaggered over.

”Chen Zui! Was that Sword Qi Heaven-Slaying stance your doing?”

”Did you develop a new wine that lets you emit and inhale Sword Qi after drinking it?”

The speaker, with a full beard and tan skin, had a voice naturally hot and abrasive, almost burning the throat.

He glanced at Elder Bing and Han Zhan standing next to Chen Zui with wide eyes.

”Li Tugui? Weren’t you supposed to have left Buried Sword City to assist Jin? How come you’re back?”

”Dong Dachui, your voice is as loud as ever.” Elder Bing was tingled numb by his voice.

Han Zhan and Chen Zui felt the same.

The three of them simultaneously rubbed their ears.

”Is my voice that loud?” Dong Dachui watched their synchronized actions with suspicion.

Chen Zui nodded seriously, ”Even louder than before. Did you just finish refining and forget to clean your ears?”

”Ah! That’s it!” With Chen Zui’s reminder, Dong Dachui immediately remembered that might be the case.

He then swung his fists and pounded them against his ears, banging with a clatter.

Watching this, Han Zhan’s face twitched slightly.

This guy, doesn’t seem normal, does he?

As Dong Dachui kept hitting his ears, black metal shavings fell out of them in small showers, soon forming a thin layer on the ground.

”He’s Dong Dachui, one of the three people in Buried Sword City, by profession a blacksmith, though you might also call him an Artifact Refining Master.”

Elder Bing introduced him to Han Zhan.

Artifact Refining Master Dong Dachui was a top-notch hand at crafting tools back when Buried Sword City wasn’t even called Buried Sword City, and when the Chen Family was still flourishing.

While Elder Bing introduced Dong Dachui, under Chen Zui’s eye signal, Dong Dachui turned to look at the only unfamiliar young man present.

As an Artifact Refining Master, although Dong Dachui appeared rugged and careless, his discerning eyes were exceptionally sharp.

At first glance, Dong Dachui noticed the Jade Pendant hanging on Han Zhan’s waist.

”What’s Gongyang Jin to you?”

Unlike Chen Zui who feigned ignorance on purpose, Dong Dachui pursued questions to their very end.

Faced with such a straightforward question, Han Zhan was slightly stunned but quickly replied:

”Gongyang Jin is my Contracted Spirit and also my other half.”

Han Zhan answered honestly.

Faced with the current situation, he understood clearly now.

Chen Zui, Dong Dachui, and even Elder Bing were all people from Buried Sword City, essentially Jin’s ”in-laws.”

That’s why Chen Zui had asked at the beginning why he came empty-handed without bringing something as a gift.

Fortunately, Han Zhan had quite a few forging materials in his Sumeru Ring, offerings given by the high-level families during his time at Fulong City, which finally proved useful now.

Upon seeing Han Zhan take out plenty of ”meeting gifts,” Dong Dachui’s thick eyebrows raised a bit.

”So, was it you who stirred up that Sword Qi Heaven-Slaying commotion?”

”Indeed.”

”You have some talent, not bad. But there’s no need for the meeting gifts.” Dong Dachui walked over to Han Zhan, tugging at his bare arm.

Han Zhan caught on instantly.

He quickly bent down to ”pick up” a Storage Bag from the ground and handed it to Dong Dachui.

”Uncle Dong, you dropped your Storage Bag.”

Dong Dachui accepted the Storage Bag, giving Han Zhan a satisfied glance.

”On the right track!”