All the treasures in the town were collected and categorized: flying swords, defensive items, strange arrays... but they were not sorted by grade.

Eric King suddenly became incredibly agile and headed straight for the defensive treasures. Brian Cooper also separated from the others, following his own intuition to search. In the cultivation world, situations like this had happened countless times. The experience of the predecessors was that this was the moment when one's own fortune played a role—choosing entirely by feeling often led to finding treasures more suitable for oneself than through careful analysis.

In fact, in Brian Cooper's heart, he preferred to choose a flying sword.

The Northern Expedition Emperor was the cultivator he admired most. The elegance of splitting the Divine Ash Mountain with a single sword had captivated him, and he had always taken the Northern Expedition Emperor as his cultivation goal. Perhaps he would never reach that level in this life, but he would never stop chasing it.

Yet, a certain inspiration in his heart led him step by step past the area of flying swords. He couldn't help but look back with regret, comforting himself: maybe the sword that truly belonged to him had not yet appeared.

He passed through area after area, and before he knew it, he had reached the very edge. Here, some strange treasures were piled up.

They were called strange treasures because, after the initial categorization by the officers, no one could figure out what these items were actually for. Even though he had come to this area, Brian Cooper, who had read many cultivation legends, was not disappointed at all. Instead, he became even more excited.

He knew that many legends in the cultivation world started with some seemingly insignificant "broken item." Such stories were even more numerous than those about divine objects falling from the sky.

Standing in front of this pile of treasures, he followed his heart and reached out, touching a rusted ancient mirror, but shook his head slightly, sensing that this was not what he wanted.

He picked up a wooden ruler next. The markings on it were mottled and blurred, full of an ancient feel, but he still shook his head.

It wasn't until the seventh item that he stopped. It was a very ordinary-looking ancient bronze coin, with a Taiji diagram in the center and the sixty-four hexagrams of the Zhouyi around it.

On the back was a rare image of an immortal spirit, but perhaps because of its age, it was somewhat blurred.

He held it in his hand, and a cool sensation penetrated his body and soul. His soul trembled slightly, and Brian Cooper couldn't help but smile: "This is it."

Although he didn't know exactly what this treasure did, he was certain he had made the right choice.

Just then, a bell rang, and the deputy general in charge of supervision shouted from outside, "Time's up! Come out immediately, or you'll be dealt with by military law!"

The ten of them filed out. Ethan Hill, with drooping eyebrows, was playing with a crystal-clear flying sword as delicate as a toothpick in his right hand, which was missing two fingers, spinning it as if afraid others wouldn't see it.

This immediately caught the attention of the brute Jason Clark, who couldn't wait to try. He took out the treasure he had chosen—a pitch-black curved blade shaped like a ghost's claw—and said, "Old Hill, let's have a duel and see whose treasure is tougher!"

Ethan Hill glared at him and puffed out his bushy beard. "Idiot! That's not how you use a treasure."

"Stingy," Grace Clark sneered, then saw Eric King coming out carrying a shield even thicker and heavier than his previous one. He immediately got excited again: "Fat Nine, let me test your treasure's defense." He made a move as if to poke it.

Eric King protected his shield. "Get lost."

Emily Scott had chosen a fist-sized piece of star iron, which looked like nothing more than a pitch-black lump of iron. She weighed it in her hand, one eye watching her comrades, while the other, hidden behind her iron mask, flashed coldly at the five people who came out behind them, ready to throw this precious material as a weapon at any moment.

Brian Cooper chuckled to himself but did not stop her. The five slunk away with their tails between their legs.

The deputy general shook his head as he watched from the side. The Wolf Soldiers Camp was indeed unruly—a double-edged sword.

All the camps spent a full nine days selecting treasures. Although those who chose later were somewhat dissatisfied, even the worst was a fourth-grade magic weapon. For ordinary soldiers who previously could only use standard weapons, this was an astonishing windfall.

Most of them, at their current cultivation level, could not fully unleash the power of such high-grade weapons and could only put them away for now and focus on improving their cultivation.

Moreover, around the Heavenly Fire, there were even more small Sumeru worlds. There would be more treasures in the future!

Every time they thought of this, from the Tiger Elite Soldiers to the ordinary soldiers, their hearts burned with excitement.

The garrison soldiers stationed at the twelve beacon towers also got their share; no one was left out. The Tiger Elite Soldiers strictly ordered all armies not to leak any secrets and even sent people to threaten the merchants behind Huangtai Fortress: if you want to keep doing business here, keep your mouths shut!

Although he knew very well that it was impossible to keep it secret for long—once the higher-ups found out, these divine objects from the heavens would have nothing to do with him—he still wanted to delay it as long as possible. Every extra day meant he could open one more small Sumeru world.

Chapter 0007: The Imperial Edict Arrives! (Part 1)

In these few days, Brian Cooper also figured out the function of that "Zhou Tian Ancient Coin." The power of this treasure even startled Brian Cooper: amplification!

It had a single, simple effect, but this effect was universal!

It could be used for both cultivation and combat.