I Contracted All Ancient Divine Artifacts

If not for Han Zhan.

If it were someone else.

With Dong Dachui’s temper, he would probably have thrown the Tier Eight Cloth at the person’s face and cursed.

”Are you here to make trouble?!”

But now he couldn’t.

Not to mention Han Zhan’s identity as the son-in-law of Buried Sword City, he had already boasted and it was too late to back out now.

”I can repair it! I can... I’ll do my best.” Dong Dachui no longer had the confidence he initially had to promise to fix the Moonlight Longsword.

Tier Eight artifacts were something he had never made before.

Repairing and creating are different; creating is from scratch, repairing is from 1 to N, which is somewhat easier.

Moreover, repairing a Tier Eight artifact was an opportunity for Dong Dachui.

If he could repair this Tier Eight artifact, then his foundation for breaking through to Tier Eight would be significantly improved.

Dong Dachui gritted his teeth and agreed.

Eventually, Dong Dachui, holding a battle-damaged Tier Seven artifact and a Tier Eight Cloth, along with two jars of wine, hurriedly went back.

Watching his somewhat dejected figure, Han Zhan couldn’t help but ask Elder Bing, ”Elder Bing, did I go too far?”

”No, you could have gone even further.”

Elder Bing was quite pleased to see an old friend he knew being thwarted.

Chen Zui reminded from the side, ”It’s getting late. If you still want to see the last person in Buried Sword City today, I suggest you go now and leave the area before dark.”

As he spoke, he pointed out the direction to Han Zhan.

”She’s right there, you’ll see her when you go over.”

”Elder Bing, aren’t you going?”

Han Zhan saw Elder Bing still sitting in his spot, sipping his drink, showing no intention of moving.

Elder Bing shook his head.

”These old arms and legs of mine, I’m not going. Anyway, you have the Jade Pendant given by the Alliance Leader on you, you’ve seen what it can do, there’s usually no danger.”

”You go by yourself.”

After speaking, Elder Bing and Chen Zui sat back down and continued drinking.

Something’s off.

Seeing their reactions, Han Zhan suddenly became wary.

Not to mention earlier when Dong Dachui slipped by calling the last person a ”madwoman.”

Something is definitely up!

The more Han Zhan thought about it, the more certain he became.

Judging by the others’ intentions, they were determined not to accompany him.

Han Zhan was helpless and had to be extra careful, going alone to the third area of Buried Sword City.

To talk about the third area, one must first roughly describe the overall layout of Buried Sword City.

Once a prosperous city, it gradually became desolate and bleak after Chen Zhongxia’s sudden death, eventually leaving only three people still holding on here.

The area near the East City Gate of Buried Sword City, where Han Zhan was now located, belonged to Brewer Chen Zui.

Everywhere, wine jars, drying materials, herbs, various brewing tools, and abandoned houses became his storage for brewing tools.

Brewer Chen Zui occupied a quarter of Buried Sword City’s area.

Adjacently to Chen Zui’s area was Artifact Refining Master Dong Dachui’s domain, filled with bizarre artifacts and casually forged weapons.

Artifact Refining Master Dong Dachui also occupied a quarter of Buried Sword City’s area.

The remaining half of the area was entirely occupied by the third person.

So, as Han Zhan followed Chen Zui’s direction, he didn’t enter the third person’s area initially, but first saw the Abnormal Skeleton Spirit Sword standing in the center of Buried Sword City!

Even from a distance.

Han Zhan could still feel the unique Tier Nine aura emanating from the Abnormal Skeleton Spirit Sword.

Pure Sword Qi, absolutely powerful, made even the flow of blood in one’s body slow when approaching it, making the limbs begin to feel cold.

Not only that, as a Sword Cultivator, Han Zhan could sense the fierce Sword Qi hovering around the Abnormal Skeleton Spirit Sword, those Sword Qi of unknown purity, constantly compressing the space around him, making it increasingly difficult for him to breathe.

Initially, Han Zhan could still walk like a normal person.

By the midpoint of the journey, his breathing had already started to become heavy, his throat unintentionally making ”ho ho” sounds.

Just when he was on the brink of suffocation, the Xuanyuan Sword condensed and formed behind him.

Without much action, just the act of condensing the Xuanyuan Sword instantly dispelled those Sword Qi pressing on Han Zhan, leaving not a trace behind.

Even the Tier Nine Abnormal Skeleton Spirit Sword was no match for the Sword Qi intensity of the Xuanyuan Sword!

With Xuanyuan Sword’s help, the latter part of the journey became much easier for Han Zhan.

He successfully passed the range of the Abnormal Skeleton Spirit Sword and walked into the other side area of Buried Sword City.

When Han Zhan entered this area, he finally understood why Chen Zui said, ”You’ll see her when you go past.”

Because the entire half of the Buried Sword City area had somehow been transformed into a gigantic ”stage”!

All the houses were flattened, and the enormous stage spanned north to south. On the vast stage, there was only one slender woman in white, gracefully dancing alone in her own shadow.

Han Zhan’s entry made all the stage lights suddenly shine on him.

”Outsider, are you here to see me?”

On the stage, the white-clad woman cast her gaze in this direction.

When she lifted her head, Han Zhan could also see her appearance clearly.

She was a woman who looked like she was over fifty, yet had an enchanting charm of a mature woman complemented by her soulful eyes. If not for Han Zhan having four wives constantly keeping him grounded, he might have almost been charmed away.

Seeing that Han Zhan was unmoved, the white-clad woman let out a curious sound.

”It seems you’ve already encountered Chen Zui and Dong Dachui.”

”And you successfully passed through the center of Buried Sword City.”

”With that said, I shouldn’t trouble you anymore,” the white-clothed woman spoke while shifting her gaze away from the Jade Pendant on Han Zhan’s waist.

Listening to her speak, every word clear and orderly, how could she be seen as a madwoman?

Han Zhan couldn’t help but think.

”My name is Bai Su. You can just call me Aunt Bai.”

The woman walked this way elegantly.

As she beckoned gently, a white cloth slowly rose from the stage, unfurling from where she stepped forward.

She walked barefoot, each toe distinct and jade-like.

With just a brief glance, Han Zhan’s gaze seemed to take root, unable to look away.

”Do you like it?” Bai Su’s gentle, mellifluous voice softly reached Han Zhan’s ears, as if someone were gently blowing by his ear.

Han Zhan involuntarily nodded.

”Hee hee hee.”

Bai Su’s silvery laughter continued to ring out.

”Do you want to lick it?”

Han Zhan: ”???”