Longevity Clan Starts with the Patriarch's Marriage

Chapter 266: Chapter 175 Martial Dao Primordial Spirit! Quasi Emperor Domain! Treasure Chest Explosion!_3

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Gathering all his thoughts, Han Li dismantled the formation and then left the bedroom, coming to the summit of Chengdao Peak.

He decided to go to the Li Manor later, for now, there was another matter he needed to attend to. To accomplish it, he required the fortune and luck bestowed by Chengsheng Mountain and Chengdao Peak, that was—

Open the treasure box!

After the system upgraded to version 2.0, the treasure box function appeared, and a free treasure box was refreshed once a year.

Taking a deep breath, Han Li prepared to open the treasure box, silently chanting various phrases to increase his luck and praying to pull something good.

He was now in the True Martial Realm, capable of pulling items ranging from Earth-Level Lower Rank to Divine Rank Supreme Grade. Han Li wouldn’t spare a second glance at anything below Mid-Grade Heaven Rank, he would barely consider Top-Grade Heaven Rank, and only Supreme Grade Heaven Rank would catch his serious attention.

If he could pull out a Divine Weapon, even a Lower Grade Divine Weapon, Han Li would be extremely thrilled. The higher the grade of the Divine Weapon, the happier he would be.

Once ready, Han Li opened the treasure box page, and a virtual screen appeared before him, visible only to himself.

At the center of the screen was a treasure box shrouded in a halo of rainbow light, flashy and very enticing.

“Open!”

Han Li silently commanded in his heart, and the treasure box immediately burst into golden light, slowly opening up. It took a full ten seconds to completely open.

“Ding~ Congratulations, Master, for procuring a treasure from the treasure box: [Chongming Palace]!”

Hearing the system notification, Han Li’s eyebrows raised in surprise. Chongming Palace? What level of treasure was that?

With a thought from Han Li, a magnificent, exquisitely crafted palace appeared small enough to fit in the palm of his hand. He picked it up and examined it, noticing that the inside and outside of the palace were intricately engraved with numerous formation patterns and runes—he could tell it was something extraordinary at a glance.

He opened the system panel to check the attributes of Chongming Palace; his lips gradually curling into a smile, he murmured, “I really am a Son of Fortune; even Lady Luck is willing to bend over backwards for me.”

Chongming Palace: Lower Grade Divine Weapon, a magical treasure with flying, defense, and attack capabilities, prioritized for flying, followed by defense, and then attack.

Once the full potential of Chongming Palace is unleashed, its flying speed could rival a peak Divine Yuan Realm, its defense comparable to the Sixth Heaven of the Divine Yuan Realm, and its attack power similar to the Fourth Heaven of the Divine Yuan Realm.

“What a pity, with my current strength, I cannot even unleash ten percent of Chongming Palace’s potential,” Han Li sighed inwardly.

As a Lower Grade Divine Weapon, Chongming Palace’s power was indeed immensely strong, but it also required a tremendous amount of energy to utilize. It would take at least the mid-stage of the Divine Yuan Realm to fully unleash its power.

Han Li’s True Yuan was equivalent to the Sixth Heaven of the True Martial Realm, and he could not employ even ten percent of its potential. Even so, Chongming Palace could still unleash formidable power.

After trying it out, Han Li discovered that with his current True Yuan, if he operated Chongming Palace normally, its speed could reach the Third Heaven of the Divine Yuan Realm, almost approaching the Fourth Heaven.

As for defense, it was comparable to the Second Heaven of the Divine Yuan Realm, but the attack was much less powerful, merely at the peak of the top True Martial Realm.

Although it was a bit disappointing that he couldn’t fully exploit the Divine Weapon he had obtained, Han Li was still very happy. Chongming Palace had multiplied his ability to withstand risks many times over.

If he encountered a Divine Yuan Realm Martial Emperor, as long as they were not mid-stage or above in the Divine Yuan Realm, even if he couldn’t defeat them, he could escape by hiding inside Chongming Palace.

“Should I open another one?”

Looking at the empty treasure box page, Han Li was somewhat tempted.

Having pulled a Lower Grade Divine Weapon, Chongming Palace, on his first attempt, showed that his luck was extremely favorable, at least of Son of Fortune caliber.

Not taking advantage of such good fortune to open a few more treasure boxes would be too wasteful; opening several more Divine Weapons could drastically enhance his strength.

But after hesitating for a moment, Han Li decided to try his luck with another treasure box.

“Refresh~”

With a thought, Han Li spent five years of cultivation, and another treasure box with rainbow light and halos appeared on the treasure box page, still looking flashy and particularly appealing.

“Open.”

Han Li silently chanted, and the treasure chest burst into golden light as it slowly opened.

“Ding~ Congratulations to the master for acquiring the treasure: [Extreme Cold Scripture]!”

Hearing the system’s notification, Han Li blinked, feeling something was amiss.

Extreme Cold Scripture?

It didn’t sound very powerful…

Han Li quietly accessed the system panel to check, his expression growing darker by the second, with the urge to curse welling up within him.

The Extreme Cold Scripture was indeed trash, merely an Earth-Level Top Grade cultivation technique which was of no use to his strength whatsoever.

Its only purpose might be to throw it into the family’s treasure vault for exchange by descendants, Guest Elders, protectors, and the like.

Staring at the empty treasure box page before him, Ancestor Han fell silent, his heart caught in a struggle: should he take another gamble?

It was probably just an accident earlier…

Han Li couldn’t believe his luck was that bad; perhaps this was paving the way for a second treasure chest opening?

“Huff~”

Exhaling deeply, Ancestor Han’s thought flickered, and fifty years of cultivation were gone, refreshing to reveal another treasure chest.

“Open~”

Without hesitation, Han Li directly opened the chest, ignoring the fancy visuals of the opening.

“Ding~ Congratulations to the master for acquiring the treasure: [Void Pill]!”

Han Li’s expression turned utterly dark as he casually closed the treasure box page, looking at the Void Pill in his hand with immense heartache.

Damn gambler’s fate!

He shouldn’t have been tempted by luck, hoping to take a gamble, only to end up with such an item.

The Void Pill, a Fourth Grade Pill, was extremely difficult to refine. It could help those in the God Refining Realm to break through to the Hollow Void Stage; it was very useful.

But for Han Li, it was truly trash. The value of the Void Pill was about the same as an Earth-Level Supreme Magical Artifact, but what he spent was a full fifty years of cultivation.

“As expected, treasure chests are just money pits,” Han Li couldn’t help complaining.

Learning from his setback, Han Li decided he wouldn’t easily open a second paid treasure chest again; once a month was more than enough.

Heaving a sigh, Ancestor Han’s figure vanished from the summit of Chengdao Peak. After placing the Extreme Cold Scripture in the family treasure vault, he left and returned to the Li Manor.

With only one Void Pill, Han Li hadn’t decided who to give it to yet. Several of his wives were real people in the God Refining Realm who needed the Void Pill.

Atop the Chong Xiao Pavilion, Han Li overlooked the Capital City of Da Qian, his mind slowly settling down.

“Well, a single Void Pill can create a Guru in the Hollow Void Realm. Although it cost fifty years of cultivation, I suppose it’s barely not a loss,” Han Li said in a calm tone, muttering to himself.

In reality, he was bleeding inside; once his aptitude reached Third Grade, fifty years of cultivation might have allowed him to ascend to the second heaven of the True Martial Realm.

But with the outcome set in stone, Ancestor Han could only console himself with a wave of forced contentment.

Having opened the treasure box thrice, he exhausted fifty-five years of cultivation; now he had only 303 years of cultivation saved up.