The man understood, and when lighting the incense, he deliberately broke off a small piece before inserting it into the incense burner.

The dry timing incense burned quickly, and with the man secretly breaking off a piece, Henry Clark didn’t even have the time of a full stick of incense—at most, only about two-thirds of the time, probably not even enough to look through everything, let alone make a careful selection.

Normally, if a disciple coming to choose a magical artifact offered a generous bribe, these disciples guarding the pavilion would not only conveniently forget about the incense timing, but would also offer advice based on the bribe received.

“Lower-grade flying sword, made of refined steel, inscribed with one formation, weak spiritual energy…”

“Storage ring, made of tempered gold, contains a small space…”

“Bronze flying sword, inscribed with three formations, all damaged…”

Henry Clark ignored the little tricks of Big Rat Spirit and the others, and continued selecting on his own. Wherever his gaze landed, he instantly understood the quality and characteristics of the magical artifact, feeling completely at ease. Just as Fat Preacher had said, many magical artifacts that looked quite good were deliberately placed in plain sight, but their internal formations were already damaged. If someone actually chose them, they’d end up with a pile of scrap metal.

No matter how good a magical artifact is, if its internal formation is damaged, it’s just scrap metal. For these artifacts, the internal formation is often more valuable than the material itself. Once damaged, it’s not even worth finding someone to repair it.

After all, the cost for an artifact craftsman to repair such items is so high that it’s better to just buy a new one.

“Should I just pick one of these flying swords or storage rings?”

Henry Clark pondered. He had already seen several magical artifacts that were quite good.

However, Henry Clark didn’t rush to choose. He considered that with his current level of spiritual power, even if he picked a good flying sword, it probably wouldn’t fly more than ten or so yards. If he used it against an enemy, it wouldn’t be as effective as the short blade in his hand. So, what he needed most right now wasn’t these weapons or storage rings.

What suited him best would be some kind of magical artifact that could actually help him…

The three of Big Rat Spirit saw Henry Clark lingering in front of a high-quality flying sword they had deliberately hidden behind a pile of artifacts, and immediately grew nervous, afraid that this kid would get lucky and actually pick that sword.

“Ahem, little junior brother, time’s almost up, you’d better hurry and choose. If you’re having trouble deciding, I can recommend something for you. Look over here, these are all good things. For example, this flag—infuse it with spiritual energy and it can unleash intense fire. If you’re fighting someone, just wave the flag and a fire dragon will rush out. It’s definitely a great item…”

Big Rat Spirit tried to persuade Henry Clark with flowery words, hoping he’d pick a flag that looked quite impressive.

But Henry Clark just glanced at it and immediately dismissed it.

The flag was indeed impressive, containing seven formations inside—quite a rare find in this artifact pavilion.

Unfortunately, all seven formations were already damaged, completely useless, with only some residual fire energy left. Clearly, Big Rat Spirit was up to no good. If he really took that flag and tried it out on the spot, it would seem powerful, but once he took it out of the pavilion, it would never work again—just like Fat Preacher’s sword talisman.

But just then, Henry Clark’s eyes suddenly lit up as he noticed a magical artifact near the fire flag.

It was a green ghost-face mask, material unknown, with some marks from blades and axes, and a chip on the top of the head. It looked like discarded junk tossed in a corner, already covered in dust.

It seemed like the most useless piece of junk in the entire artifact pavilion, but as soon as Henry Clark saw it, a few pieces of information flashed through his mind: Wanluo Ghost Mask, containing thirty-six formations…

“This is actually a mid-grade magical artifact with thirty-six formations, and the formations are basically intact…”

Henry Clark was thrilled. After learning more about the mask’s function, he was overjoyed. It turned out that this Wanluo Ghost Mask was a transformation artifact. Once worn, it could change the wearer’s appearance, voice, even aura and height. The thirty-six formations meant it could transform into thirty-six different people…

This was simply the perfect tool for murder and robbery!

Henry Clark made up his mind instantly.

“Haha, little junior brother, you’ve got your eye on this mask? You really have good taste. This mask is… um… the Nine Nether Ghostfire Thunderbolt Divine Mask… Once you put it on, you can borrow the power of gods and demons, and its might is boundless… haha…”

Big Rat Spirit laughed, clearly having no idea what the mask actually did, even getting the name wrong.

“Haha, not bad, not bad, it really suits our little junior brother!”

“With this mask, little junior brother will look so imposing!”

The other two also laughed, urging Henry Clark to hurry up and pick it.

“Is this magical artifact really that good? You guys aren’t tricking me, are you?”

Henry Clark turned the mask over and over in his hands, pretending to have a hard time deciding.