With a wave of his right hand in mid-air, three Magic Treasures transformed into crystalline light and landed in Wang Lin’s palm, rotating slowly against each other and emitting a dazzling brilliance that looked extremely magnificent.

The quality of these three Magic Treasures could not compare to true Immortal Treasures, not even reaching the Low Grade, yet they could still be driven by Immortal energy and unleash the Concept and Divine Ability contained within them.

Even without Immortal energy, Cultivators below the Nascent Soul Transformation stage could drive these treasures using their own Spiritual Qi, though the power would be much weaker.

"Pseudo-Immortal Treasure!" Wang Lin said softly.

This was the highest grade among the Magic Treasures he could craft. After all, Wang Lin's knowledge of Artifact Refining was only rough and not very detailed; most of his understanding came from the Artifact Refining Jade Slip from the Fire Burning Country on the Vermilion Bird Star years ago.

Theoretically, he should not have been able to craft such Magic Treasures, but Wang Lin possessed his own Dao Concept, his cultivation had reached the Soul Transformation stage, and more importantly, he had mastered Restrictions.

Withdrawing his gaze from the three Magic Treasures, Wang Lin was not satisfied with them. He pondered for a moment, picked up the bronze mirror alone, and flashes of light from his Restriction deductions flickered in his eyes.

"If I could make this Magic Treasure possess the effect of a Legacy, its price would certainly increase significantly." Wang Lin closed his eyes and continued to deduce within his mind.

Ordinary Magic Treasures only have Divine Sense imprinted upon them, allowing the user to control them with ease. However, once a Magic Treasure is stolen and the Divine Sense is wiped away, it becomes the possession of the other party.

Only those Legacy treasures require, in addition to one's own Divine Sense, a Legacy Hand Seal. Thus, even if an outsider obtains it, they cannot control it.

Therefore, Magic Treasures with the effect of a Legacy are far more valuable than those of the same grade.

Wang Lin's Soul Banner, God-Slaying Chariot, and other items were such Magical Artifacts. While his eyes were closed, he pondered the secrets of a Legacy. However, the methods for refining Legacy treasures were only possessed by Great Grandmasters of Artifact Refining. Such methods were not easily passed on, nor were they easily refined, so such treasures were rare.

Before long, Wang Lin opened his eyes. He frowned and muttered, "Legacy… I cannot comprehend it. Perhaps I have thought about this problem the wrong way. Instead of pondering how to create a Legacy, I will add a special Seal to this Magic Treasure, and then sell the Hand Seal to unlock the Seal within a Jade Slip. Thus, although it is not a true Legacy, it will still have the effect of one."

Wang Lin's eyes flashed. The key to this pseudo-Legacy was the strength of that special Seal. If he could make the Seal so strong that no one could break it, then, although it was not a true Legacy, it would still possess the function of a true one.

The light of Restriction deduction swirled rapidly in Wang Lin's eyes. He formed Hand Seals with his left hand, casting a Restriction onto the bronze mirror. Then, without stopping his left hand, he continuously cast Restrictions. These Restrictions combined with each other to form a complex rune flickering with black light.

After a brief moment of contemplation, Wang Lin looked around the room and finally fixed his gaze on one of the candle holders. He pointed with his left hand, and the candle holder immediately ignited. Wisps of smoke drifted up, and just as they were about to be absorbed by the beads on the ceiling, Wang Lin reached out with a large hand, grabbed the smoke, and pressed it onto the Restriction rune.

The rune immediately melted in a bizarre fashion, turning into a wisp of black smoke that burrowed into the bronze mirror. Afterward, he slapped his Storage Pouch, took out a Jade Slip, and with a thought, immediately recorded the Hand Seal for breaking this Restriction within it.

Putting away the bronze mirror, Wang Lin did not set up this pseudo-Legacy on the other two Magic Treasures. By now, the sky outside was gradually brightening, so Wang Lin closed his eyes and sat in meditation, concentrating his spirit.

The rising sun enveloped the earth, dispersing the darkness bit by bit. Wang Lin opened his eyes, stood up, and pushed the door open to walk out. As the sunlight spilled onto his body, a warm feeling immediately penetrated from his skin into his mind. The Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth was extremely dense at this moment, and as it permeated the air, it made one feel refreshed.

A sense of tranquility filled his heart. Wang Lin moved slightly and walked forward. Passing by the exit, the young man under the rock was still sitting in meditation, breathing in and out, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth.

It was not until Wang Lin's figure had gone far away that the young man opened his eyes, a flash of disdain appearing in them.

"Of all the outside Cultivators who come here, which one does not spend their days sitting in meditation and breathing, trying their best to absorb as much Spiritual Qi as possible? If this person's Aptitude were ordinary, that would be one thing, as diligence can make up for clumsiness. But this person actually gives up the moment every morning when Spiritual Qi is most dense; it is truly pathetic. I can assert that in his entire life, he will definitely never reach the Nascent Soul stage!"

The young man withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes to breathe again. His speed seemed to be a bit faster than before, as if the Spiritual Qi he was absorbing at this moment had been snatched from others.

When Wang Lin arrived yesterday, he had seen some free markets in the west of the city, where many Cultivators traded Magic Treasures and Materials.

"In such markets, Cultivators above the Nascent Soul Transformation stage are rarely seen; it is not the best place to sell." Wang Lin pondered for a moment, turned to look at the young man under the rock not far away, and walked toward him.

"Fellow Daoist, might you know where in this city there is a place to exchange High Grade Magic Treasures?" Wang Lin asked with a gentle expression, cupping his hands.

The young man lifted his eyelids, his face showing disdain mixed with impatience. He said coldly, "The Baohe Tower in the east of the city!" After speaking, he stopped looking at Wang Lin.

Wang Lin smiled slightly and turned to leave.

"A mere Core Formation Cultivator, yet he dares to try and exchange for High Grade Magic Treasures. That Baohe Tower, I'm afraid this person isn't even qualified to step over the threshold!" the young man sneered.

Leaving the north of the city, Wang Lin traveled at a steady pace toward the east. There were not many Mortals in the east of the city; it was mostly Cultivators coming and going. The shops here were also quite grand, standing on both sides like carved railings and jade structures.

Outside some of the shops, perhaps due to the local customs, there were actually huge Spirit Stones taller than a person. These Spirit Stones had not been refined and still maintained their original form, and the Spiritual Qi within them radiated out, extremely dense.

A look of interest appeared in Wang Lin's eyes. Such displays outside the shops were a blatant way of telling everyone the strength of the shop.

One must know that being able to dig such Spirit Stones from a Spiritual Vein was something ordinary Cultivators simply could not do.

The size of the Spirit Stones also related to the shop. Outside some shops, the Spirit Stone was even about two zhang high, like a small mountain, making one feel a sense of majesty pressing down upon them when looking at it.

There was even one shop where the Spirit Stone outside was of High Grade quality. This discovery immediately made Wang Lin interested in this shop.

He took a careful look at this shop. It was not large, only two stories high. Although it did not look magnificent, it was extremely elegant. On the plaque, a few large characters were written in a flamboyant style: "Green Bamboo Pavilion"

Wang Lin did not enter but withdrew his gaze and walked forward. At the end of the east side of the city, a massive, naturally formed pavilion stood. Outside this pavilion, there were also Spirit Stones—and not just one, but eight. Eight three-zhang-sized High Grade raw Spirit Stones seemed to be arranged in a Formation, emitting a thick aura of spiritual power.

This pavilion seemed to have merged with its surroundings. At a glance, it even felt somewhat ethereal. Above it, a long piece of Spirit Stone was engraved with three large characters: "Baohe Tower"

A pressure permeated the air, and inside this Baohe Tower, there was even a layer of hidden protection that prevented Divine Sense from probing inside. Wang Lin did not force an investigation; he did not have much interest in this Baohe Tower.

Wang Lin stepped inside, but immediately frowned. A middle-aged man walked out from the Baohe Tower, blocked Wang Lin's path, looked him up and down, and said indifferently, "Fellow Daoist, are you unaware of the rules of my Baohe Tower?"

"Oh? I do not know what the rules are." Wang Lin's expression was normal, and he said indifferently.

The middle-aged man was quite surprised to see the calmness in Wang Lin's expression. He had seen too many Cultivators, and apart from some Old Monsters with profound cultivation, very few Cultivators could remain so calm under the pressure of the Baohe Tower's Formation.

"My Baohe Tower has two 'do not enter' and one 'do not leave' rules: Those with cultivation below the Nascent Soul stage do not enter. Those without one hundred thousand High-Grade Spirit Stones do not enter. Those without a successful transaction do not leave!"

Wang Lin frowned slightly.

As soon as the middle-aged man saw Wang Lin's expression, he understood in his heart and said, "Fellow Daoist, do you have one hundred thousand Spirit Stones?"

The Spirit Stones in Wang Lin's Storage Pouch were not many; after all, since his cultivation reached the Soul Transformation stage, he had primarily used Immortal Jade.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist, you do not meet the rules of my Baohe Tower and cannot enter. Even if you really went in, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to meet the conditions to leave. Please return."

"Do you accept this treasure?" Wang Lin's gaze was calm. He looked at the man, slapped his Storage Pouch, and the Flying Sword he had crafted immediately appeared.

The middle-aged man swept his gaze over the Flying Sword, and a trace of mockery appeared in his eyes. He could tell at a glance that this Flying Sword had been crafted using extremely inferior methods and had nothing remarkable about it. Even the sword light upon it was dim. He didn't even need to use his Divine Sense to check; he could see with his naked eye that this Flying Sword was extremely shoddy, likely not even a Low Grade Magic Treasure.

He had been responsible for verifying those entering the Baohe Tower for many years, so he naturally had a keen eye. Moreover, in his view, there were too many low-level Cultivators like the person before him who thought they possessed a good Magic Treasure and brought it to the Baohe Tower to trade. Wang Lin had already been categorized by him into this type of person.

This Flying Sword Magic Treasure surely had its own Divine Ability, but the middle-aged man was not interested in this Divine Ability. He smiled, shook his head, and said, "We do not accept it. Please return!"

Wang Lin looked at the middle-aged man coldly and turned to leave.

The glance he gave before leaving, when it landed in the middle-aged man's eyes, immediately made the man feel as if he had been doused with cold water. His entire body trembled suddenly. The other party's gaze was like ten-thousand-year-old ice, causing his Nascent Soul to pause, almost on the verge of collapsing.

In great terror, the man stumbled back several steps, his face extremely pale. He stared blankly at Wang Lin's departing back, unable to speak. In his heart, he vaguely felt that the Flying Sword seemed somewhat unusual.

At this moment, an old voice came from inside the Baohe Tower. "Lu Feng, what is the matter?"

The middle-aged man quickly turned around and bowed, saying, "Elder Sun, a Cultivator just came here to sell a Magic Treasure."

An old man walked out from the Baohe Tower. This person was hunchbacked, looked extremely old, and his face was full of the traces of time. His eyes lacked much luster. Looking at the middle-aged man, he said indifferently, "What Magic Treasure?"

— — The next chapter will be a bit late; I am currently writing.