I Contracted All Ancient Divine Artifacts

Leaving the Life Span Boxing Ring.

Han Zhan hadn’t forgotten the reward that Luo Qiuhong had promised for his intervention this time.

A piece of authority.

Previously, his status was just Level 3 Venue Management at the Life Span Boxing Ring, possessing such a piece of authority naturally made others covetous.

But now, after the battle on the Number One Boxing Ring, everything is different.

Except for the gods, no one would foolishly covet the authority he holds.

Because they cannot defeat a Tier Nine Ultimate Sword Cultivator with a Domain, much less one who can shatter a Domain with his bare hands.

And in attempting to seize authority, they would likely have to face these two Sword Cultivators simultaneously.

”If I hadn’t won the battle for control over my body, what would you have done?”

Walking on the road back to claim the reward, Luo Qiuhong suddenly asked.

Han Zhan paused slightly, then continued walking forward, speaking at the same time:

”Repeat the previous maneuver, try again.”

His tone was indifferent, as though he was stating something utterly ordinary.

”???”

Luo Qiuhong widened her eyes, finally realizing, ”So, your statement that ’the opportunity is only this once’ was false? You tricked me?”

”Not entirely.” Han Zhan shook his head.

He did not explain to Luo Qiuhong the reason behind his words.

Dawn Number Two didn’t appear again, nor stopped his series of operations on Luo Qiuhong, which confirmed some of his calm speculations.

Such as the previously speculated reasoning for Dawn’s provocation.

Aside from the first and second possibilities, that third possibility.

Dawn Number Two used agitated language to rile his emotions, aiming to elevate his mood to a peak.

The benefit of this is that, whether he soothed his emotions by killing Luo Qiuhong or detached himself from the emotions, letting her go.

His choices were invisibly ”locked” in place.

He could only choose between the two options, without any ”unexpected” events.

Dawn Number Two used this method to restore his destiny’s trajectory onto a ”normal track” that could be foreseen.

This perhaps was his true aim.

And for this reason, when Han Zhan chose not to kill Luo Qiuhong, the trajectory of fate was re-fixed, and he vanished, never appearing again.

Dawn Number Two might have been entangled with something, making it impossible for him to free himself... Han Zhan speculated based on the fact that Dawn Number Two didn’t appear to stir up trouble again.

”But, his companion, Dawn Number Six, must be quite frustrated now.”

Han Zhan muttered to himself, letting out a slight chuckle.

”What’s frustrating?” Luo Qiuhong looked at Han Zhan with curiosity.

Han Zhan shook his head again, deflecting the topic.

”Let bygones be bygones. Let’s talk about something else.”

”For instance, what is the name of the authority you prepared as spoils this time?”

Han Zhan asked with a tone full of curiosity.

Luo Qiuhong didn’t hide it, directly revealing to Han Zhan: ”The name of the authority is [Mysticism].”

Upon hearing this name, Han Zhan’s heart skipped a beat, delayed by half a beat.

Could it really be that coincidental?

Suppressing inner excitement, he again confirmed with Luo Qiuhong: ”[Mysticism]? Why does a Sword Cultivator like you have such an unrelated authority in your possession?”

”It was a spoil of war.”

Facing her savior, Luo Qiuhong was candid.

”This authority originally belonged to a Tier Nine Ultimate from the same Star Domain as Sword Hero Star, who was a famous charlatan in that domain.”

”Since he was a charlatan, why did he provoke you and end up being killed by you?” Han Zhan was somewhat curious.

A charlatan, a Tier Nine Ultimate, even one who combined the authority of [Mysticism], how could he not have the ability to avoid disaster?

”Because he kept pestering to predict my marriage prospects.” Luo Qiuhong answered truthfully.

”???”

Han Zhan leaned back tactically in shock at Luo Qiuhong’s response.

”Was he crazy?”

”No, he wasn’t crazy. He simply wanted to digest the fusion of the [Mysticism] authority, that’s all. And I killed him for similar reasons as those of the National Sorrow Sword.”

Upon hearing this, Han Zhan caught on to a keyword, and hurriedly asked: ”What is ’digesting the fusion’?”

”You don’t know?” Luo Qiuhong glanced at Han Zhan, then seemed to understand, ”Ah, you don’t possess ancient entities like the National Sorrow Sword, there might indeed be gaps in your knowledge about authority.”

Luo Qiuhong paused, then continued: ”The biggest difficulty in becoming a god lies in assembling three authorities as the base of your Dao, yet truly merging each authority is no simple task either.”

”I know what you want to ask.” Luo Qiuhong anticipated Han Zhan’s unspoken question, ”Merging authority, or digesting it, requires constant ’practice’.”

”You might still be confused, so let me give the simplest example.”

”Fully merging the [Mysticism] authority demands repetitive practice in matters related to Mysticism, like fortune-telling. Does this make it clear to you?”

Han Zhan suddenly understood.

So, is that what ”practice” means?

The charlatan sought Luo Qiuhong to predict her marriage to digest the [Mysticism] authority!

”There is also a detail here regarding how the ’degree of practice’ affects the fusion and digestion.”

”Just to give another simple example, fortune-telling for a Tier One cultivator versus a Tier Nine cultivator involves vastly different levels of practice.”

After hearing Luo Qiuhong’s explanation, Han Zhan fully comprehended.

”So, if that Tier Nine charlatan managed to give you a reading, he could completely integrate the [Mysticism] authority, thus choosing to take the risk?”

Han Zhan deduced almost the entire situation.

However, there was still one thing... Han Zhan continued to inquire with curiosity: ”Is it true that by killing someone who possesses an authority, you can gain the authority they hold?”

Luo Qiuhong searched her memory for relevant information:

”From what I understand, if the other party possesses only one authority, then upon their death, it will definitely drop.”

”But if the other party has more than one authority, only one will randomly drop, while the other authorities will, without the host for forced fusion, be rejected and disappear into the cosmic turbulence.”

The discussion about authority nearly concluded here.

The conversation with Luo Qiuhong provided Han Zhan with a substantial supplement to his knowledge of authority, which was immensely beneficial.

In the end, fueled by curiosity, Han Zhan asked: ”Did that Tier Nine Ultimate charlatan predict your marriage in the end?”

”He did.” Luo Qiuhong nodded.

Her eyes reflected complexity, gazing directly at Han Zhan across from her.

”The charlatan said, my marriage prospects are on the Pure Beauty Star.”