The authority really came to me!

Han Yu was utterly shocked. At the moment he willed it, the symbol of authority truly fell onto the head of the Artifact Spirit.

At this moment, it was smugly twisting its dumpling face. With another thought from Han Yu, the key above its head vanished once more.

This time, the key appeared above the bottle. Glass hadn't even finished grinning when it was already stunned.

Again... it's gone again?

"Give me back my authority!"

Seeing that Glass was about to make a fuss again, Han Yu helplessly transferred the authority once more.

So, the previous ability to see the symbol of authority was meant for the day to use it?

After exploring for a while, Han Yu gradually figured out the way.

I can't use the authority to directly produce pills; I can only allocate the authority. If the authority is on the bottle, it's the normal daily pill refinement.

If it's on the Artifact Spirit, then it's the West River Pill. However, the West River Pill can only be used by Talent Divine Power Users or Qi Fortune Children.

But what if the authority is on me, with both the bottle and Artifact Spirit losing the authority, what would happen?

Would it stop producing pills?

After getting the authority back, Glass was suspicious.

Since when was the bottle so agreeable, giving the authority back after just a couple of shouts?

While puzzled, it once again felt the strange sensation quickly withdrawing from itself, that was the power belonging to the authority.

When it looked up in the Sea of Consciousness, it saw a key manifested above.

In just a moment, its entire face swelled up several times, angrily shouting out.

"Ah! Damn it, that's my authority..."

An entire two-hour period passed.

In the Sea of Consciousness, a blanket covered the Dragon Blood Stone, the Artifact Spirit lay on it motionless.

It was already utterly disheartened.

It has been waiting suffocated for Han Yu to unseal it, waiting a whole year.

After coming out just a few times to touch the authority, it was suppressed by the bottle.

That was fine, they could still hope to contend and reclaim it back and forth.

However, now this little hope has been entirely shattered with the bottle's transformation.

That damned bottle actually handed over the authority to Han Yu, is this not akin to recognizing an owner?

No need to grab it in the future, grabbing it is pointless.

The authority has been completely mastered by Han Yu.

Although from the moment the bottle gave Han Yu the ability to see authority it foresaw such a day, now that it truly arrived, it still felt uncomfortable.

"How about leaving the authority with you for a few days?"

Han Yu, looking at the half-dead guy on the Dragon Blood Stone, opened his mouth helplessly.

At this time, the blanket slightly opened a slit, revealing a pair of eyes.

"Are you serious?"

After Han Yu nodded helplessly, it weakly crawled out.

"But I need to conduct an experiment before giving it to you."

The trial, naturally, is to see what happens if the authority remains with him.

This sudden transformation of the bottle brought about too big of a change.

Han Yu abruptly went from the passive side to the controlling side, still not fully understanding.

Couldn't just accept it blindly!

——

"I refuse."

Bai Bufen resolutely shook his head. It was the first thing he said after entering the Ascension Tower for three days.

Over these three days, he hadn't spoken a word, while Elder Feng was utterly exhausted.

He hadn't stopped talking for three days, now his throat was nearly hoarse, thinking he could finally complete his mission.

But Quan Xiaotong suddenly wanted to extract Bai Bufen's last value – the Ghost Path Technique.

This kind of cultivation method is extremely practical in combat, though not suited for direct assaults, its concealment, survival, and escape capabilities are outstanding, well-fitting for cultivators like the Inspectorate.

More importantly, the Imperial Court was inevitably going to act against the Corpse Refining Lineage, such a hidden, storm-stirring force was a significant threat.

If the Spirit Realm Tower could decipher a counter to the Ghost Path Technique, it would be easier to deal with them.

For this, Quan Xiaotong made an offer: as long as Bai Bufen cooperates, these four sudden whims over twenty-eight days would definitely keep him safe under the Hundred Herbs Bureau.

Surprisingly, Bai Bufen refused without a second thought.

Elder Feng, beside him, frowned and spoke with a hoarse voice, "I understand your concerns; Yellow Springs Mansion is profoundly deep, unimaginable for ordinary people. If you betray them, they would surely retaliate furiously, making it hard even to seek death then."

Don't forget, they can refine people into corpses, never to transcend for eternity.

This is more terrifying than death.

After saying this, Elder Feng sighed bitterly, sharing his heart.

"Brother, you've been with me for three days. Despite not speaking, you've mostly betrayed. Why don't you take pity on me and speak on your own this time?"

"My throat really can't take it anymore."

Bai Bufen glanced at him coldly before turning away.

Elder Feng could only turn helplessly to look at Quan Xiaotong. Who knows how this Tower Master's mind works, suddenly having the idea of extracting someone else's cultivation method.

The key point is cultivation methods are different from emotions! Can this even be extracted?

If you wanted some secrets to come out, it might be easier.

Quan Xiaotong seemed to be in deep thought. He was determined to obtain the Ghost Path Technique, never to give up easily.

After a long time, he suddenly ordered the cultivator beside him.

"Bring over those two evil sect disciples."

Soon, Yankong and Yan Bing were pushed in by a few cultivators.

Yan Bing still wore his cold demeanor, while Yankong, perhaps due to too many pills taken, was now meek and no longer carried the demeanor of a senior brother.

After the two arrived inside the tower, Quan Xiaotong laid out his request.

What he needed them to do was simple: create an illusion realm capable of fully immersing Bai Bufen...

"I won't help the Imperial Court; give up on that idea!"

Yan Bing sneered and turned his head away, laughing scornfully.

"Then take him down for three beatings a day... add another at night, make it four!"

Quan Xiaotong wasted no words and immediately waved for him to be taken away.

This guy had already given up; the beatings he endured so far made him indifferent to more.

But Quan Xiaotong didn't mind intensifying it a bit, so after a year's time, the effects of the pill would make him suffer even more.

After dealing with Yan Bing, he shifted his gaze to Yankong.

Yankong looked troubled; he wasn't refusing, but rather, the task seemed impossible.

"I can put him into a dream realm during cultivation, but you can't extract any cultivation technique."

If that were possible, their sect would have every cultivation technique available, and the Celestial Essence Nine Sects would have no opportunity to rise.

This was already sufficient; as long as it could immerse him entirely into the cultivation technique, it might be extracted.

All of this was discussed right in front of Bai Bufen; Quan Xiaotong asked him once more.

"Will you say it yourself, or shall Elder Feng extract it from your dream realm later?"

Bai Bufen turned pale; he understood the methods Quan Xiaotong wanted to use, yet how could such perverse abilities exist in this world?

Did he really have a choice?

——

"Why is there no choice?"

"Choose me!"

The Artifact Spirit clamored.

Han Yu spent a day experimenting with the authority.

If the authority was only on him, nothing would happen.

Including refining pills!

As long as the authority wasn't on the Ping, the daily pill refining completely stopped!

In that case, in the future, it would be up to him to decide who held the authority.

Initially, Han Yu was overjoyed, but upon deeper reflection, it seemed to have little use.

Ping wanted to revive by constantly refining pills to gather its energy, and that still meant giving the authority to it.

So there was still no choice!

This left the Artifact Spirit unsatisfied.

Have you forgotten my West River Pill?

Han Yu shook his head; the West River Pill was powerful, but its audience was too small, only a few people from north to south could meet the conditions to consume it.

"What if I keep the authority myself and go back to being a salted fish?"

Han Yu suddenly asked whimsically.

The Artifact Spirit sneered in his Sea of Consciousness, not to mention the Ginseng King issue, the Corpse Refining Lineage wouldn't spare him.

"Besides, you're just not a quiet person."

Many times his pill endeavors got bigger and bigger, whether it was Han Yu's nature revealing itself, or Ping changing him.

Han Yu was no longer someone who could settle down quietly.

Otherwise, he could have continued staying in Huaizhou Prefecture; wanting to play circles with those behind the Corpse Refining Lineage only showed his restless heart!

For three full days, Han Yu kept his promise and indeed gave the authority to the Artifact Spirit.

This delighted it greatly, spending days dragging the Dragon Blood Stone to the Ping's side and then lounging atop.

"See, authority! Mine."

Glass had long suffered under Ping's oppression, always repressed or having its gains embezzled, almost driven mad; now given a chance, it couldn't help but show off.

Han Yu found it difficult to understand its behavior; authority without the means to utilize it still required the Ping to refine pills.

Once it finished showing off, it would still have to plead when needing the authority.

Three days later, a grand and majestic city loomed ahead.

A main road, wide enough for four carriages, wound its way from the heart of the city.

Travelers crowded the road, with cultivators and commoners mixed within; dozens of Palace Guards stood at the city gates, heads high, hands gripping their blades.

Above the city gate, three imposing characters hung prominently — White Emperor City.

Below the city, commoners and cultivators were orderly entering the city slowly.

When Han Yu approached to enter, a Palace Guard suddenly stepped forward to stop him.

"Sir, you're not a local cultivator?"

The Palace Guard asked politely, his demeanor neither servile nor overbearing.

"I am from the Southern Border."

Han Yu responded with a smile.

The Palace Guard nodded, cupped his fists, and apologized.

"Then you'll need to follow my comrade to the Government Office for registration, my apologies. Currently, White Emperor City is under lockdown due to an incident."

"Foreign cultivators need to register at the Government Office before freely roaming the city, thank you for your understanding."

Han Yu was taken aback; White Emperor City had an incident too?

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