Cultivation: I Signed in with the Talent of an Immortal at the Start

Chapter 695: A Bountiful Harvest, A Gift

Han Xuanji was no stranger to this item.

Back then, he had signed in for a single drop in Chaos, which helped him step into the Eternal Dao Master Realm.

Even after his Transcendence from Chaos, it had continued to provide him with significant help.

Good heavens, did he just get an entire bottle this time?

This water of eternity was related to the Eternal Divine Tree and was of immense value. Not only did it contain vast amounts of Eternal Spiritual Qi, but it also held a trace of the Eternal Divine Tree’s Origin power, offering infinite benefits to any living being.

After arriving on the Eternal Continent, Han Xuanji had also consulted some records of the Hun Family and knew that this item’s value was not low.

It was essentially a priceless item that was rarely seen on the market, belonging to the category of top-grade treasures for building foundations. It was an excellent item for powerful experts to nurture their descendants and Disciples.

It was not only of great help to Cultivators of the Way of Laws, aiding in the cultivation of the three thousand great daos, but it was also equally beneficial to those cultivating the Way of the Physical Body, the Way of Bloodline, and the Way of the Divine Soul.

Therefore, its actual value was extremely high. In the Hun Family, even S-rank Talents did not have the authority to exchange for it; only the Family Head and Old Ancestor-level figures had the authority to use it.

Only within Supreme Powers would there be more channels to obtain such items.

“For me right now, the water of eternity will be of great use.”

Han Xuanji immediately felt a sense of pleasant surprise.

He was currently at the Eternal Dao Lord stage. With the help of the water of eternity, condensing the remaining types of Eternal Dao Principles would be much easier, and his Breakthrough to Eternal True Lord would also be much smoother.

“This item must absolutely not be known to others.”

Han Xuanji took a deep breath, suppressing the waves in his heart.

With this bottle of water of eternity, his confidence in his future Breakthrough to Eternal True Lord increased by several points.

In the subsequent Sign Ins, the rewards began to become scattered yet rich.

They were either high-grade eternal crystals, Cultivation Techniques and secret arts, or various Heaven And Earth Treasures, filling up a large portion of his system space once again.

“For me, these resources don’t actually have much use.”

Han Xuanji sighed slightly in his heart, though he didn’t feel it was a pity.

After all, for him, the harvest of this one bottle of water of eternity had already exceeded his expectations. The fifty Sign Ins were now all completed. Han Xuanji silently took stock of his gains in his mind. There were ten Ninth-Rank Eternal Dao Artifacts, along with seven or eight scattered high-rank Eternal Dao Lord artifacts, and one bottle of water of eternity.

Various Heaven And Earth Treasures, over twenty types, including those that enhanced the Physical Body and the Divine Soul, and seven types of Eternal True God-level secret arts.

Additionally, nearly a million high-grade eternal crystals were also a major part of this Sign In session. Added together, these items were already comparable to the accumulation of a mid-sized power over tens of thousands of years.

“If Hun Qianxue knew that I had ‘moved’ away more than half of his Family’s treasury, he would probably cough up blood.”

A trace of self-deprecation flashed in Han Xuanji’s heart before he immediately cast the thought aside. System Sign In took ‘dao rhyme’, not physical objects.

Not a single treasure in the treasury was missing.

The Hun Family suffered no loss, and it wasn’t as if the ‘dao rhyme’ had vanished because of this. After all, Han Xuanji had also paid several hundred eternal points.

“Xuanji, is there anything that caught your eye?”

Hun Qianxue’s voice came from the doorway, carrying a hint of concern.

Han Xuanji snapped back to his senses, his gaze sweeping across the light screens before finally landing on a treasure in a corner.

It was a cloak, suspended within a light screen, moving without wind, with a faint dark light flowing through it.

Fine silver patterns were embroidered on the cloak, like a river of stars flowing through the night sky, exuding a mysterious and restrained aura.

“What is that?”

(T/N: Well son, that’s the Levitation Cloak. Legend has it, it was worn by the Sorcerer Supreme Dr. Strange)

Han Xuanji raised his hand and pointed at the cloak.

Hun Qianxue followed his finger, paused slightly, and then smiled:

“That is the ‘Dark Night Cloak’, a Sixth-Rank Eternal Dao Artifact. It has the ability to conceal one’s aura and defend against Divine Soul attacks. It was used by an ancestor of my Hun Family who excelled in assassination; after that ancestor fell, it was stored here.”

He paused and looked at Han Xuanji with some surprise:

“Are you sure you want to choose this? There are still several Ninth-Rank Dao Artifacts in the treasury that are of much higher value.”

Han Xuanji shook his head, his tone calm: “This is the one.”

He naturally knew that Ninth-Rank Dao Artifacts were more precious. But ten of those Dao Artifacts were already lying in his system space; he didn’t need to choose another one at all. And while this Dark Night Cloak was only Sixth-Rank, it perfectly met his need for being low-profile. Choosing a treasure that wasn’t of an excessively high rank would avoid drawing envy and leave Hun Qianxue with a good impression of him not being greedy.

Moreover, the aura-concealing effect was very useful to him.

It might be of great use in the future.

Seeing that his mind was made up, Hun Qianxue did not try to persuade him further and nodded:

“Fine, then this is the one.”

He raised his hand and cast a hand seal; the light screen dissipated, and the Dark Night Cloak slowly drifted down, being tucked away by Han Xuanji.

“Let’s go.”

Hun Qianxue spoke, leading Han Xuanji and Hun Qianling away from this treasure ground. As Han Xuanji touched the Dark Night Cloak in his robes, he thought of the mountain of treasures in his system space.

This trip was worth it.

After Han Xuanji emerged from the treasury, Hun Qianxue left first, leaving only Han Xuanji and Hun Qianling.

Hun Qianling couldn’t help but speak up at this moment:

“Choosing that cloak is such a bad deal. You didn’t need to be afraid of picking something too good; after all, you earned it.”

“Mm, it’s fine.”

Han Xuanji nodded and handed the cloak to her.

“It’s for you.”

Hun Qianling was stunned.

She looked at the cloak radiating treasure light, then at Han Xuanji, her eyes full of disbelief:

“For… for me?”

“During this period, you’ve been busy on my behalf and spent quite a bit of effort.”

Han Xuanji’s tone was flat as he said:

“Although this cloak’s rank isn’t too high, its aura-concealing effect is decent and should be useful to you. Take it as a thank-you gift; don’t refuse.”

Hun Qianling opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found her throat felt as if it were blocked by something. The things she had done for him were, in her view, just simple matters. Yet Han Xuanji had remembered them and even gave her a treasure he had obtained with difficulty.

“You… you dummy.”

Hun Qianling took the cloak, her voice trembling slightly. “This is what you picked from the treasury, and you’re just giving it away?”

Han Xuanji smiled:

“It’s not giving it away; it’s a gift to a friend. There’s no need to be so calculative between friends.”

Most importantly, the System Sign In had already given him an identical cloak; having another one was of no use to him.

Hun Qianling wanted to refuse, but Han Xuanji gave her no chance, turning around to leave.

“Fine, I’ll take it. Don’t come looking for me to get it back if you regret it later.”

“I won’t.”

Han Xuanji waved his hand. “I’m heading back first. I’ll be in secluded cultivation for a while.”

“Secluded cultivation again?”

Hun Qianling’s eyes widened. “You just came out!”

“I’ve had some new insights; I need to strike while the iron is hot.”

Han Xuanji didn’t explain further and turned toward the direction of the Purple Soul Grotto-Heaven.

Hun Qianling stood there holding the cloak, watching his back disappear at the end of the corridor. Only after a long while did she softly say:

“Thanks.”

…

Purple Soul Grotto-Heaven.

Han Xuanji returned to his Immortal Cave, the stone door closing, isolating all the noise of the outside world. He sat cross-legged on a prayer mat, his mind sinking into the system space. The fifty Sign Ins at the Hun Family treasury had yielded a dazzling array of harvests. Among them were several items he hadn’t looked at closely at the time, and only now did he have the time to take stock of them one by one.

Soon, his gaze landed on a treasure emitting black and white light.