Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Snowblade Spirit Artifact

“Spirit... weapon? Never heard of it.” I shook my head, glancing again at the Snowblade in my hand.

“A spirit weapon is a kind of weapon, but it’s very different from ordinary ones,” he explained. “I’ve only heard about them, never seen one. They say forging a spirit weapon takes a very long time—ten years, a hundred, even three hundred.”

“The longer it takes to forge, the stronger the spirit weapon becomes.”

“A spirit weapon, like a pet, recognizes its master. That’s why it only obeys you.”

“But as time has passed, there are barely any forgers left from ancient times, so now, spirit weapons are extremely rare.”

After listening to my second granduncle, my mouth hung open in astonishment. I hadn’t expected that the Snowblade I’d picked up by chance was actually a spirit weapon—and a very powerful one, at that.

I traced the pattern on the Snowblade’s hilt, then carefully tucked it back into my ring.

“Don’t worry, old man like me won’t steal from a youngster,” he said, laughing as he turned away.

“By the way, why is your cultivation progressing so slowly?” He crossed his legs and tilted his head as he asked.

“You never taught me how. I can only fumble my way through...” I put on a pitiful face.

“Sigh, such a gifted child, yet hasn’t even reached the Spirit Leaf stage.”

“When you truly step into the world of cultivation, I’ll teach you myself.”

I shook my head in disappointment.

“All right, I should be heading back. Call me if you need anything.” With that, my second granduncle rose unsteadily and walked off into the distance.

I took out my phone and glanced at our class group chat.

By now, everyone had completed the game, but there were only about sixty people left in the group. In the past, they’d died one by one, but now it was dozens at a time. I really had no idea how many more times these people could play.

I drifted home, lost in thought. Thankfully, nothing happened along the way.

I flopped lazily onto the sofa, and my phone rang.

“Give your classmates a three-day break to rest well.” The Ghost King’s message came through, accompanied as always by that infuriating smiley face. It made my skin crawl.

I tossed my phone onto the coffee table, staring blankly at the ceiling.

...

Staying home was unbearable—better to go out for a stroll.

With no one to stop me now, I decided to leave. I took my parents’ bank card, planning to check how much money was left on it.

There was a bank just downstairs, so even at my slow pace, it took less than five minutes to get there.

I went to the ATM, inserted the card, and entered the password.

To my surprise, the balance was exactly half a million.

My eyes widened in disbelief at this sum, but a few seconds later I came to my senses, swiftly pulled out the card, and slipped it back into my ring.

With so much money in my hand, I couldn’t help but tremble—it was no small amount, after all.

I stepped outside the bank, took a deep breath, and let the cool breeze clear my head before heading home.

Suddenly, there was a commotion ahead. I looked up.

A middle-aged man clutching a black bag was racing toward me at breakneck speed. Of all the people I’d ever seen, only my second granduncle, Cai Ming, could run faster.

Clearly, this man must have spiritual energy.

Chasing him was a young policeman, shouting, “Stop! Don’t run...”

I was about to step aside, but then noticed spiritual energy radiating from the policeman as well—strong, concentrated energy.

Instantly, my interest was piqued.

Standing directly in the path of the middle-aged man, I assumed an offensive stance from the Eighth Level Fist.

“Get out of the way, you little brat!” The man hesitated, but seeing I was just a child, he wasn’t afraid. He drew a dagger from his sleeve—clearly a robber.

“Who’s that kid... how foolish.”

“Brave, but the guy’s got a knife...”

“Come on, let’s not gawk...”

I smirked.

By then, the robber had reached me. I didn’t wait for him to make a move—launched a Rising Kick straight at him.

But the man’s reflexes were sharp. Maybe he sensed my spiritual energy and said confidently, “Move, or I’ll—”

Before he could finish, the young policeman finally caught up and kicked him hard, sending the robber flying. Mid-air, the man spat blood and only stopped when he crashed into a lamppost.

I glanced at the young policeman.

He was strikingly handsome—almond-shaped eyes, a delicate face, sharp brows. In the entertainment industry, he’d be a top star.

He looked at me as well, perhaps noticing my spiritual energy. There was a flash of surprise in his eyes, but it vanished in an instant.

The policeman waved his hand, and the others rushed forward to handcuff the middle-aged man and take him away.

“Kid, what’s your name?”

He was only a few years older than me, yet called me kid.

“Lin Yao,” I replied, a bit disgruntled.

He burst out laughing. “Hahaha... good!”

My response amused him. The other officers behind him also started to laugh.

“You lot... are with the Bureau of Spiritual Affairs?” I asked quietly.

The young policeman’s face turned serious. He pulled me aside and asked, “How did you know?”

“You have spiritual energy,” I replied.

He was momentarily at a loss, scratching his nose awkwardly before quickly changing the subject. “If I’m not mistaken, you’re Lin Yitian’s son, right? The next generation truly excels.”

Despite his youth, his mannerisms were those of a mature man.

“That’s right,” I nodded.

I’d thought only Qian Xiaozhen knew about my father, but apparently this young officer did too.

“All right, I need to get going.” He had almost reached his car, but turned back to add, “And remember, don’t mention anything about the Bureau of Spiritual Affairs to anyone!”

His words were firm, almost threatening.

I pursed my lips. “Got it,” I replied perfunctorily.

Only then did he leave, finally satisfied.

I shrugged helplessly and turned to head home.

“So the kid knows a few moves...”

“Just showy tricks...”

“He thinks a couple of martial arts moves make him a big deal...”

I could still hear the crowd gossiping behind me as I walked away.

I just smiled indifferently.

Perhaps this is the difference between cultivators and ordinary people. In their eyes, there is no such thing as cultivation.

And ever since I stepped into this world of iridescent glass, I, too, have gradually come to look down on ordinary people.

Maybe that’s why masters are always so arrogant.

This little episode over, I returned home once more.