I Contracted All Ancient Divine Artifacts

Leaning against the wall, he walked out of Wofeng Palace.

Han Zhan saw Elder Bing standing outside the palace with his hands in his sleeves, not knowing how long he’d been waiting.

He immediately forced himself to straighten up and walked over steadily.

”Elder Bing? Who are you waiting for?”

Looking up at the sky, it was almost dawn.

Which means, Elder Bing had been waiting here all night?

”Waiting for you.” Elder Bing glanced at Han Zhan, his gaze slowly shifting from top to bottom, startling Han Zhan into instinctively covering himself with his hands.

”Young man, you have good energy, that’s great, but you still need to be moderate.”

What are you saying, Elder.

If you have the guts, say it to Gongyang Jin.

I just fancied her once; it was she who clung to me all night!

Come on, who’s mainly responsible for this!

In his heart, Han Zhan could only mutter a couple of times, but outwardly he accepted the teaching respectfully.

”In this freezing weather, you didn’t wait here just to tell me this, did you?”

Elder Bing patted his arms and legs, stretching his muscles after standing for so long, before continuing to speak.

”Going to the place where the sword is buried could take a week or half a month.”

”Let’s go, have a drink with me.”

Drinking?

Looking at the elder in front of him, who was much older than his teacher Li Shutong, Han Zhan nodded.

”Then let’s have a drink.”

The two set off together, led by Elder Bing, winding around to a tavern.

By the time they arrived at the tavern, it was already fully daylight.

Some early morning drunkards were up, shivering, getting their morning drink and breakfast at the tavern.

Seeing Han Zhan and Elder Bing appear at the tavern, the drunkards stood up excitedly one by one.

”Elder Bing! Master Dean!”

”You both are here to drink as well?”

”Hurry, hurry, make way at the front, make way!”

Soon, someone tried to give up their spot at the front of the line to them, but Elder Bing waved them off.

”First come, first served, that’s the rule.”

Elder Bing waved the ruler in his hand.

The drunkards immediately lined up obediently like quails.

Han Zhan looked at the ruler that appeared in Elder Bing’s hand, thoughtfully.

So, Elder Bing’s Contracted Spirit is a ruler?

Some Contracted Spirits don’t like appearing in human form in front of people, which is quite common.

”This tavern’s business seems really good.”

Chatting with elders, especially knowing that the other person is his martial uncle, made Han Zhan a bit reserved in speech.

He didn’t dare crack any dirty jokes.

Not speaking at all felt awkward.

He could only bring up some trivial topics, which felt like visiting rarely-seen relatives during the New Year.

”You know the owner of this tavern too.”

”I know him too?”

Seeing the line with at least five or six people ahead, Han Zhan blurted out.

”Drunkard Sun Yun!”

Elder Bing smiled faintly. ”That’s him.”

”His talent involves alcohol and he likes drinking, so he opened many taverns in Fulong City.”

”The taste is just passable.”

Just passable?

Perhaps seeing what Han Zhan was thinking, or maybe Elder Bing just wanted to say more, he continued:

”Of all the drinks, my favorite is Buried Sword City’s Separation Wine.”

Hearing the name Buried Sword City, Han Zhan’s attention immediately sharpened.

”Separation Wine? That’s an interesting name.”

”Interesting? It was named by a cultured man, Chen Zui. You’ll meet him when you go to Buried Sword City.”

As Elder Bing and Han Zhan chatted, their turn came in the queue; they purchased their liquor and found a quiet private room upstairs.

”Chen Zui, is he also a Chen?”

Han Zhan proactively picked up the wine pot and poured Elder Bing a full glass first.

”He’s the younger brother of Chen Zhongxia. Back then, the Chen surname was prominent in the Anti-Xia Alliance, a large and populous family.”

Elder Bing intended to recount some history to Han Zhan, who was willing to listen.

The two clinked their wine cups lightly, then downed them in one go.

The fierce burn of One-Line Throat tore at the throat at first, but then a unique aroma blossomed in the mouth.

Han Zhan grimaced and exhaled a breath.

Elder Bing set down his cup.

”The Chen Clan has always been responsible for dealing with the Alien Race.”

”You should be aware of the Alien Race’s savageness, beastly nature, and methods.”

”Most descendants of the Chen Clan have perished on battlefields against the Alien Race. That’s why we indulge Chen Tao so much.”

”And what about Buried Sword City? Is the Chen Clan the only one left defending it?” Han Zhan asked again.

Elder Bing shook his head.

He held up three fingers.

”Three families?” Han Zhan realized and nodded.

Elder Bing still shook his head.

”Not three families. But three people.”

”Three people?!”

Elder Bing’s response shocked Han Zhan greatly.

A city inhabited by three people—how desolate would it be?

”Yes, three people. One of the three is a brewer, the Chen Zui I just mentioned. You’ll learn about the other two when you reach Buried Sword City.”

”Let’s drink.”

Elder Bing raised his wine cup again, and Han Zhan hurriedly followed, taking another sip.

After two drinks, his face became slightly flushed.

While he could use the ability of the Nuwa Stone to dispel the alcohol from his body, there was no need.

”How have you arranged the awakening work at Shang Academy for this trip to Buried Sword City?”

”In the next two days, I will concentrate on awakening a batch of people, then find a suitable reason to delay subsequent awakenings for a few days.”

Han Zhan added, ”All Awakened who are eighteen in Fulong City are completely awakened. The Awakened from other cities that meet the criteria need to be reported for review, then awakened in sequence according to the list.”

”Wen Daxi is in charge of handling these arrangements.”

Talking about his work in Fulong City, possibly due to the alcohol, Han Zhan became more talkative.

”Tell me more about the outside world.”

”We’ve never had time to chat in detail about what happened after Great Xia was eroded.”

That was true.

Elder Bing and Han Zhan were both busy with separate tasks, with limited overlap.

Finally having an opportunity while on duty, they could unwind.

Han Zhan took another cup of wine and started telling his stories.

”After Great Xia was eroded, we followed the arrangement left by our teacher and retreated to North County...”

Then to Titan City’s plundering of energy bricks, launching the first southern strike to resolve the awakening issues for Great Xia’s people, and addressing the technological backwardness and Ancient Array problems in North County.

For each event Han Zhan recounted, Elder Bing invited him to drink a toast.

They drank from the early dawn until noon.

From a silent start to a bustling environment.

Elder Bing’s face showed no sign of drunkenness; instead, his eyes became brighter.

Han Zhan hadn’t realized it before; narrating his journey now made him aware of how far he had come, and how long he had traveled.

After Han Zhan finished recounting everything.

Opposite, Elder Bing raised his wine cup high to him.

”Another cup?”

”Sure!”