"《Scattering Beans to Form Soldiers》 (Lower Grade): Scatter beans to the ground, and they transform into golden-armored soldiers with strength one realm lower than the caster, lacking consciousness, possessing immense strength, impervious to blades and spears, and immune to water and fire."
"《One Qi Transforms into Three Purities》 (Heaven Grade): Can divide into three avatars, with each avatar possessing up to eighty percent of the main body's strength."
"《Qi Severing and Void Reversal》 (Lower Grade): When cultivated to a profound level, it can seal off mystical qi within a radius of a hundred miles, preventing anyone—including the caster—from using mystical qi, up to a maximum of sealing someone one realm higher than the caster."
Moyuan finished reading the three Divine Abilities and directly crossed off *Scattering Beans to Form Soldiers*.
He had just entered the Xuanling Realm. If the soldiers were a realm lower than him, wouldn't that mean they would have zero cultivation at all?
In future battles, they would be completely useless to him.
Besides, he had just started practicing and had very little Mystical Force in his body.
With this tiny bit of Mystical Force, he would be thanking the heavens if he could even summon three golden-armored soldiers.
As for the third one, *Qi Severing and Void Reversal*, it wasn't very useful either.
Among the Lower Three Realms, an Awakened one without Mystical Force was just slightly healthier than an ordinary person.
Using this Divine Ability to engage in hand-to-hand combat? You've got to be kidding.
That left the third Divine Ability—thinking of this, Moyuan's heart skipped a beat. Leaving everything else aside, just the fact that it was a Heaven Grade ability made Moyuan's mind tremble violently.
Divine Abilities were divided into Lower Grade, Middle Grade, Upper Grade, and Heaven Grade. You had to understand that Heaven Grade was the most heaven-defying and rarest of all Divine Abilities.
Throughout the ages, how many people could master a Heaven Grade Divine Ability? Even the four great families of the Capital only possessed Upper Grade ancestral Divine Abilities, which showed just how rare Heaven Grade Divine Abilities were.
"Old Man Jiang, I want *One Qi Transforms into Three Purities*."
Moyuan immediately sent a voice transmission to Jiang Shang through the List of Gods, his tone filled with absolute certainty.
Buying a Heaven Grade Divine Ability for five thousand Mystical Crystals was such a damn good deal it was practically opening the door to a bargain—it was a steal!
"You chose so fast? *One Qi Transforms into Three Purities*? Wait a minute, let me organize my thoughts..."
"What? *One Qi Transforms into Three Purities*? When the hell did I pass this Divine Ability to you?!" Jiang Shang suddenly reacted and exclaimed.
He had originally intended to give Moyuan a few trashy Divine Abilities to let the kid taste some sweetness, who would have thought he'd accidentally pull out his trump card?
"No way, no way! Let me give you a few more Divine Abilities to choose from. You can't have this *One Qi Transforms into Three Purities*."
"What! You want to renege?"
Moyuan wasn't having it. He had finally laid his eyes on a Heaven Grade Divine Ability, and you couldn't just take it back because you said so? No way.
"Old Man Jiang, let me tell you this: if you don't give me this Divine Ability today, we're parting ways right here and now. You can go back to eating dust like in your past life—recasting the Heavenly Court, perfecting the Heavenly Dao, none of that has half a cent to do with me."
Moyuan laid it on thick, even adopting a threatening tone.
Hearing Moyuan talk so seriously—threatening to abandon the recasting of the Heavenly Court altogether—Jiang Shang's tone instantly weakened. He cursed inwardly: *Even if you shatter your teeth, you just have to swallow them when you pick the guy yourself.*
"I'm scared of you, I'm scared of you! I'll give it to you, okay? But you have to pay extra; five thousand Mystical Crystals aren't enough."
"No problem, how much more?"
Seeing Jiang Shang concede, Moyuan agreed on the spot.
"Add three thousand."
"Clang, clang, clang..."
Before Jiang Shang's voice had even faded, eight thousand Mystical Crystals were hauled out of Moyuan's little Spatial Ring all at once and tossed into the List of Gods.
"Brat, you're certainly quick when it comes to shelling out money."
Helpless, Jiang Shang had no choice but to transmit the Divine Ability seed of *One Qi Transforms into Three Purities* to Moyuan.
Moyuan felt warm and fuzzy inside after receiving the Divine Ability seed.
"Treasure Pavilion."
Amidst their bantering, Moyuan and Jiang Shang had already arrived at the Treasure Pavilion.
He didn't plan on cultivating just yet. After all, now that the Divine Ability seed was in his hands, who was going to steal his Divine Ability? He had to take care of business first.
With that thought, Moyuan lifted his foot and stepped inside. Although he only had two thousand Mystical Crystals left, buying that weapon wouldn't cost all that much.
The moment he thought about acquiring a weapon soon, flowers bloomed in Moyuan's heart.
"Hello, sir, what can I help you find?"
As soon as Moyuan stepped through the doors, a girl around his age walked up to him.
"I want to buy a sword-type Mortal Weapon."
Moyuan glanced at her and said indifferently.
"Alright, sir, this way please."
The girl didn't look down on Moyuan because of his simple attire, and her expression remained respectful.
Threading through several turns, Moyuan arrived at the weapon display area.
He saw walls covered in a dazzling array of weapons of all shapes and sizes. There were also quite a few people there, picking and choosing.
The moment Moyuan walked in, he immediately drew everyone's attention because he obviously looked like a high school student, with the remaining immaturity still lingering on his face.
"How is a high schooler coming to buy weapons? Has this kid even graduated yet?"
"Don't you know? Most of the high schools in our Hecheng have already awakened their talents."
"Well, that's not surprising then. I heard they're going to the forest outside the city to slay Monster Beasts in a month."
"Tsk tsk tsk, I hope these students don' wetting their pants from fright when the time comes."
"Wetting their pants is the least of it; let's just hope they don't lose their lives out there."
"..."
Such remarks continued endlessly.
Moyuan ignored these idle loafers; most of them were from the Monster Hunter Guild.
There were also some mercenaries, and arguing with them would simply be a waste of time.
The girl led him to a wall completely filled with swords.
Looking at the wall of swords before him, Moyuan swept a glance across them and could immediately tell they were all of the Mortal Weapon grade.
Moreover, their grades weren't very high; the vast majority were Lower Grade.
After scanning through several rows, Moyuan's gaze finally fixed on a sword at the very top.
The hilt was blood-red, as vivid and striking as fresh blood, and under the illumination of the lights, it radiated a hint of a bizarre aura.
"Can I take a look at that sword?"
Moyuan pointed his hand at the sword and said calmly to the girl.
"Ah, are you sure you want that sword, sir!"
Following the direction of Moyuan's finger, the girl asked with some hesitation.
"I'm sure."
Moyuan nodded; his target today was that very sword.
"But..."
"This kid has a really sharp eye, picking the cheapest one right off the bat."
"Cheap is cheap, but I'm afraid this kid has the life to buy it, but no life to use it."
"How do you figure?"
"Anyone can see you're new here. That sword has been hanging in the Treasure Pavilion for four or five years. It's said that a famous weapon-refining master, Ouyang Lun, spent a whole year forging it using all kinds of fine materials, and reportedly even added the soul of a Monster Beast inside. They originally thought that when the sword was completed, it would become a divine weapon. But who would have thought that on that very night, although the divine weapon was formed, it turned into an extremely vicious Demon Sword. And as the Demon Sword killed its master, Ouyang Lun died on the spot."
"I've heard about that too. Later, that sword was sold to the Treasure Pavilion by Master Ouyang's descendants. After the Treasure Pavilion sold it out, it killed its master once again. After several twists and turns, it ended up back in the hands of the Treasure Pavilion. True to the sentiment of 'bestowing a precious sword upon a hero,' the Treasure Pavilion simply placed this sword right back into the Mortal Weapon section."
"Well said, but they just want to use people of our low strength as guinea pigs to test it out."
"Anyone who can afford a divine weapon has some backing. If something goes wrong after buying it, once or twice is fine, but when accidents keep happening, even the Treasure Pavilion can't handle the pressure. They were forced by circumstances to put this sword here and use us as guinea pigs. If someone happens to be able to use it by chance, they also earn a favor."
Hearing that Moyuan wanted to take that sword, the people in the hall started chattering and discussing animatedly.
Moyuan already knew what they were discussing. In his past life, he had used this sword as well, though he hadn't bought it—it had simply fallen into his hands through a twist of fate.
"I was wondering who it was, if it isn't Moyuan!"
Hearing that voice, Moyuan frowned. Why were there always some ghosts that just wouldn't leave him alone?