Chapter 13: The Strongest Artifact of Humanity, the Inheritor of All Power

Ye Xuan did not spend much time on meals; he had no strict requirements when it came to food.

As long as it wasn’t inedibly awful, he didn’t care much; after eating, he washed the bowls and chopsticks and cleared the table, then prepared to cultivate.

Although he had obtained the system and could become strong simply by waiting for his monthly fishing attempt—requiring only time or luck—he had little confidence in his own fortune.

He had fished up the Young Master Wangquan Baye template the first time; would the second fishing surely yield something of equal or greater value?

Not necessarily.

Across the myriad worlds, valueless things always outnumber valuable ones.

Moreover, having fused the Wangquan Baye template, he possessed talent far surpassing that of most people in cultivation; though the system he followed could not grant immortality, that was only true in the Fox Spirit world.

In his own world, perhaps not.

“Knock, knock, knock—”

Just as Ye Xuan was about to cultivate, a crisp knock came at the door; the sound was steady and unhurried, rhythmic—neither rash nor overly deliberate.

Ye Xuan was not surprised.

Even at school, he had anticipated someone would come to him; indeed, he would have been astonished if no one had reacted to his existence.

He stood, walked to the door, placed his hand on the handle, and opened it.

Outside stood a woman—a very beautiful woman.

Her beauty carried an air of aggression, as if one glance could imprint her on the mind; her features were exquisitely perfect, eyebrows and eyes like painted scrolls, a high nose bridge, lips a vivid red, skin pale as if translucent, glowing faintly.

Her long hair fell like a waterfall, the ends slightly curled with a touch of intellectual grace.

“Hello, Ye Xuan.”

“I assume you’ve already guessed my purpose—may I come in and speak with you?”

Her voice was clear and pleasant, laced with a hint of amusement.

“Come in.”

Ye Xuan said coolly, then turned and walked inside, showing no special reaction to her appearance.

Su Mengyao stepped in, her gaze sweeping the room before she sat gracefully on a chair, poised and composed; her eyes returned to Ye Xuan, lips slightly curved, tone now formal:

“Let me introduce myself—I’m Su Mengyao, from Tian Shu.”

“I’ve come uninvited to confirm one thing.”

“Ye Xuan, you are the holder of a Celestial Artifact, correct?”

Ye Xuan did not answer immediately upon hearing Su Mengyao’s words; instead, he frowned slightly.

“Among current power users, are there any capable of destruction equal to the sword strike I unleashed at school?”

Her uncertainty in phrasing puzzled him.

Could there really be power users now who possessed the destructive power of his “Heaven and Earth Sword”?

Though it had been a casual strike, far from his full strength, to possess such power now—were power users truly this strong?

“Hm?”

Su Mengyao paused, surprised by his question, but nodded.

“Yes, but very few, and most gained their strength through extraordinary fortune.”

“Their power won’t rise this quickly after that.”

In short, power users were no different from ordinary people—some had average talent, others exceptional; but spiritual energy had only just returned three months ago, so even the most gifted among them had not advanced rapidly.

Without extraordinary fortune—acquiring celestial treasures transformed by the returning spiritual energy—they could not have achieved such strength.

Yet even so, they could not match the holders of Celestial Artifacts.

Even a Devil Fruit, if even one bite were consumed, would grant power surpassing most of them.

“I see.”

Ye Xuan nodded, then admitted:

“Yes, it is a Celestial Artifact.”

Though fished from the system, in reality, calling it a Celestial Artifact was equally valid.

After all, wasn’t the system itself a product of human imagination?

“Of course!”

Su Mengyao’s eyes lit up at Ye Xuan’s words; she grew visibly excited, leaning forward slightly, voice tinged with eagerness:

“Then tell me—did you obtain the Wangquan Sword, or the Wangquan Baye template?”

According to the information she had gathered, the Wangquan Sword was the ancestral treasure of the Wangquan Clan in the Fox Spirit world, the strongest artifact of humanity—without exception.

By fighting demons and absorbing their power and techniques, the Wangquan Sword would learn them; thus, whoever wielded it became the inheritor of all powers.

The Wangquan Sword itself was a weapon of slaughter—the more it killed, the stronger it became.

Wangquan Baye was not only the head of the Wangquan Clan and leader of the Yiqi Dao Alliance, but also the strongest human of his era; Tu Shan Honghong herself had said: “Your cultivation is among the highest I have ever seen in a human.”

Though he lost his Sword Heart due to the Outer Circle, he forcibly comprehended the Wangquan Sword Intent; though inferior to the future Wangquan Fugui, few in the entire Fox Spirit world—human or demon—could surpass him.

“What difference does it make whether it’s the Wangquan Sword or the Wangquan Baye template?”

Ye Xuan did not ask why she was certain it was the Wangquan Baye template rather than Wangquan Fugui, Wangquan Shouzhe, or Wangquan Wumu—he had been wearing Wangquan Baye’s youth attire that morning.

If he hadn’t obtained the Wangquan Baye template, why wear the clothes of young Wangquan Baye?

But he did not answer Su Mengyao’s question.

Admitting he was a holder of a Celestial Artifact was enough; he saw no need to cooperate further.

As for Tian Shu Bureau—so what? He hadn’t joined.

“I apologize—I was too forward.”

Su Mengyao paused upon hearing Ye Xuan’s reply, then immediately apologized; her emotions had carried her too far, probing too deeply—she had forgotten this was his secret, and he need not reveal it.

Was it because she still unconsciously saw him as a student? Such a mistake was truly unacceptable.

“As compensation, you may ask me any questions you wish.”

She adjusted her tone and smiled again.

“Great Xia holds absolute goodwill toward every holder of a Celestial Artifact, so you need not worry.”

“Moreover, we have all signed covenants with Zhong Lao—you need not trust us, but you can trust Zhong Lao.”

“I have no doubt about Zhong Lao.”

Ye Xuan’s tone was calm, showing no particular reaction.

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