"Is this some kind of joke? Trying to fool a beggar?" Su Hang felt a bit disappointed. This thing looked so rustic that he couldn't even tell if it was a bowl or a spittoon.
Finally, the system gave the answer: this thing was neither a spittoon nor a bowl—it was a vat!
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Item: Sima Guang's Vat.
Function: Attack, trapping.
Description: A scholar's item, a mid-grade spirit treasure. Once recognized by its owner, it can change size at will, used for smashing or trapping, with various wonderful uses.
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"Spirit treasure?"
When Su Hang saw the information about the broken bowl, his eyes nearly popped out. The Jing Gong Fan he had refined before could be considered a magical treasure, and it was an exceptionally powerful one. However, the Jing Gong Fan was a consumable item and was now temporarily useless.
Su Hang had specifically consulted the system about magical treasures. Magical treasures are auxiliary items refined by cultivators, containing many special functions that can enhance a cultivator's strength or aid in cultivation.
Without a doubt, magical treasures also have ranks. The lowest rank is called ordinary treasure, which is just ordinary items imbued with a cultivator's magical power, like the legendary Daoist talismans, peachwood swords, and those items blessed by high monks. Although rare and possessing certain supernatural abilities, they are not particularly valuable in the eyes of true cultivators.
Higher than magical treasures are spirit treasures. Spirit treasures are items with spiritual awareness, and their value cannot be measured by numbers, especially in today's society where even martial artists are rare, let alone the items created by these cultivators.
Whether there are still spirit treasures in the world, Su Hang did not dare to make a hasty judgment, but he was sure that if they existed, they would be extremely rare. He would ask Xue Qi for information later. Given the Xue family's capabilities, if they had never seen spirit treasures or ordinary treasures, it would likely mean that these mystical items do not exist in the real world.
Above spirit treasures are divine treasures, which are said to be items of the immortals, even more precious than spirit treasures. Encountering them is purely a matter of fate, and ordinary people shouldn't even think about it.
The method for recognizing a spirit treasure is simple: a blood drop. Biting his middle finger, he squeezed out two drops of blood and dripped them onto the broken bowl, which the system called a vat. Surprisingly, the small vat absorbed the blood like a sponge, quickly soaking it up.
In the next second, Su Hang felt a subtle connection with the small vat.
With a thought, the small vat grew with the wind, instantly becoming a large water vat nearly two meters in diameter.
With a loud thud, the sudden weight caused Su Hang's already broken table to collapse, and the water vat landed heavily on the ground, making the floor shake.
"Wow, so big?"
Looking at the large vat in front of him, Su Hang couldn't help but swallow. It was just like the如意金箍棒 (Ruyi Jingu Bang).
Su Hang tried it repeatedly, and the vat could change size at will, but there were limits. At his current level, he could make it grow to a diameter of about three meters, and shrink to the size of a teacup, which was the limit. This was closely related to his cultivation level.
When enlarged, it would weigh thousands of pounds, but after recognizing it, even if it grew and landed in Su Hang's hands, it would feel no different from an ordinary teacup, requiring no extra effort.
"Sima Guang smashing the vat? Is this how it's done?" The vat shrank and fell back into Su Hang's hands, causing his face to twitch slightly. He had learned the story of Sima Guang smashing the vat in elementary school, a well-known tale in China. He never expected to actually get a vat, and one that belonged to Sima Guang at that. He wondered if this was the same vat Sima Guang had smashed.
If something weighing thousands of pounds hit someone, it would likely kill or severely injure them. At least, those below the Martial Student realm would find it hard to withstand such pressure. Moreover, the vat could not only smash but also trap people by flipping over and covering their heads, making it impossible for ordinary people to escape.
Originally, he thought it was just a beggar's broken bowl, but it turned out to be a spirit treasure. Waking up early in the morning, his mood was exceptionally good. After admiring it, Su Hang put the small vat back into his storage ring, got dressed, and set off for home.
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Xu Xi Village, Youlong County, Sichuan.
Xu Xi Village is a small mountain village in Youlong County, located at the border of Youlong and Emei. The mountains are not high, but the forests are dense, making it a remote village. A small stream flows from the mountains through Xu Xi Village and joins the Pingqiang River outside. The village is named after this stream.
Li Bai, a famous poet of the Tang Dynasty, wrote a poem: "Half the autumn moon over Mount Emei, its reflection flows into the Pingqiang River. Departing Qingxi at night for the Three Gorges, I miss you but cannot see you in Yuzhou."
The Pingqiang River mentioned in the poem is the river connected to the mountains outside Xu Xi Village. The mountains and water nurture the people, and Xu Xi Village is a rare and peaceful place in today's world.
With green mountains and clear waters, the village is filled with the sounds of birds and the fragrance of tea. In recent years, the village has responded to the call to build a new countryside, and every household has started growing tea, basically摆脱了穷山恶水 (摆脱了穷山恶水 means "escaped the poverty and harsh environment"), and life has improved significantly.
However, now that the tea season has passed, many young and strong villagers have gone out to work, making the village even more peaceful.
At the foot of the village, not far from the stream, a tile-roofed house with a few wisps of smoke rising from the roof.
"Brother, let me see what you bought for me?" Inside the house, a lively girl around fourteen or fifteen years old jumped off the bed and ran to Su Hang, barefoot, her big eyes fixed on the bag in Su Hang's hand.
"Can you be a bit more gentle, girl?" Su Hang looked at his sister helplessly. "Aren't you supposed to be in class today?"
The little sister is named Su Xi, a beautiful name that sounds like the village's name. She is fifteen years old and in her first year of high school in the county. When Su Hang was planning to visit the county to see her, he thought it might interfere with her studies and decided not to go. He didn't expect her to be at home.
"Who said I'm not in class?" Su Xi rolled her eyes at Su Hang. "Isn't it the weekend tomorrow? I heard you were coming back, so I came specifically to see you."
Saying this, she started rummaging through Su Hang's bag.
"Don't dig through it, it's just some food."
Looking at Su Xi's expression, Su Hang couldn't help but laugh and cry. This little girl probably came back not to see him but to see what gifts he brought.
"Really?"
Su Xi didn't believe it and kept digging. The bag indeed contained only food, two bottles of wine for her father, and a mobile phone for her mother. There was nothing she liked. She pouted, "Brother, you're biased. You bought things for Mom and Dad, but not for me."