At this moment, several figures arrived one after another.
The leader was none other than the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion Master, who wore a gentle smile and said:
"This time, you really took a long while."
Jiang Fan cupped his hands and said, "Made the Pavilion Master worried. How has everything been at the pavilion lately?"
The Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion Master replied, "Overall, it’s been peaceful, except you, like a dragon, elusive. Some esteemed guests find it hard to see you."
He took out a jade gourd from his bosom.
Through the jade wall, faintly visible were the grains of Pills inside.
"These are Pills sent by the Vice Palace Master You, said to be a gift reserved for you."
Jiang Fan accepted the jade gourd, opened it, and found a heap of red-copper-colored Spirit Pills inside.
He couldn’t help but smile with delight, exclaiming:
"Spirit Pills to restore Nascent Soul Realm powers?"
The day he fought the Two-star Giant King, Jiang Fan used the Dayan Sword Array, exhausting his Nascent Soul Power.
At his weakest, Vice Palace Master You had given him one of these Pills, instantly restoring fifty percent of his Nascent Soul Power.
The upcoming battle against the Ancient Giant would undoubtedly be an enormous endurance fight.
The sustainability of Nascent Soul Power was crucial to survival odds.
However, there were only thirty Spirit Pills in the gourd.
Each person at the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion could only have one, which wasn’t enough at all.
Just then, he discovered a piece of paper stuffed inside the gourd.
Unfolding it, he smiled once more with delight.
On it, densely packed, were surprisingly two Fifth-grade Spirit Pill Recipes!
"The Anti-Void Spirit Pill Recipe to replenish Nascent Soul Power?"
"The Heavenly Robe Divine Water Pill Recipe for healing!"
"Vice Palace Master You even left me the recipes for the two most precious Fifth-grade Spirit Pills from Dan State."
Jiang Fan was filled with gratitude.
With a great battle looming, the value of this gift was beyond words.
Six-Path Master rubbed his hands with a smile: "Boy, congratulations on getting another gourd of Treasure Pills."
"I mustn’t be left out, right?"
Jiang Fan glared at him, preparing to toss him one as well.
The Evil Sword, suspended in front of him, started vibrating with a clanging sound once more.
Mo Dingqian was a bit puzzled: "The Artifact Spirit’s resentment has grown again."
He looked at Jiang Fan in surprise, finally sensing something was amiss.
"This Artifact Spirit seems to dislike you doing well."
"Whenever you benefit, it feels uncomfortable, and the resentment grows."
Jiang Fan nodded slightly: "It does seem that way."
He had suspected earlier.
Now that he received a gourd of Treasure Pills, the Artifact Spirit’s changing resentment confirmed his suspicions.
Mo Dingqian’s eyes grew brighter: "If that’s the case, the better you live, the more the Artifact Spirit can grow?"
"You... you have a rare, growing Artifact Spirit!"
"If you live well enough, this Artifact Spirit could very well elevate the Evil Sword to become a Quasi-Realm Artifact!"
Jiang Fan also became overjoyed.
He initially dismissed the Artifact Spirit as too low-level, but now he was filled with surprise.
"But why does this Artifact Spirit dislike my well-being?"
"In theory, its soul consciousness was wiped, it shouldn’t have any self-thoughts."
"Could it be that, in life, it bore a deep-seated hatred towards me?"
Mo Dingqian stroked his beard: "Only explanation there is."
"A hatred so deep it couldn’t let go, leading to such a strong instinct of resentment towards you."
"Do you have any guesses on who this Artifact Spirit might be?"
Jiang Fan looked bewildered and said:
"When did I become so hateable?"
Though ruthless when needed, he wasn’t cruel, nor did he ever torture anyone.