CHAPTER 111: SILENT FANGS

He continued to check the box and found other cultivation manuals and martial skills. In total, there were three other cultivation manuals and five martial skills. Among the five martial skills, two were movement techniques, while the other three were offensive methods.

He read through them briefly and realized that they were all at least Soul rank techniques. The three cultivation manuals were of the Soul rank. Two of the five martial skills were also of the profound rank, with the remaining three martial skills being of the Soul rank.

Adrian was shocked at the levels of all these techniques in front of him. One had to know that the Hundred-faced thief was a rogue cultivator. He didn’t belong to any organization. Every skill and technique he had was something he worked very hard to acquire on his own.

Of course, his ’hard work’ consisted of stealing from noble families and sects, but that was besides the point. The point was that he wasn’t given anything. A rogue transcendent realm cultivator was already very rare. For a cultivator to reach that power level, they would have to belong to a certain power.

Even if they didn’t initially, once they were able to take that step, it was very common for them to join a family or sect. The resources needed for a Transcendent realm cultivator were vast and not easily found.

If they decided to remain rogue cultivators, it would take them a long time before they could even advance a single level. At that realm, being stuck on a level for decades wasn’t uncommon. That was how slow cultivating at that realm was.

Joining a noble faction would ensure a steady supply of resources for them, which would shorten that time, ensuring that they could keep progressing. They would also gain status in the process.

This was the reality of all those ’guest elders’ who were present in sects and noble families. They were related to those powers but not really members of them as well.

Adrian decided to keep these techniques for the future. He wasn’t able to use them now, and he was sure that the Sage of Slaughter’s inheritance would have something better for him, but that didn’t diminish the value of these books.

There were a lot of things he could do with it. For example, one of these books would be enough to catch the interest of multiple large noble families. He could simply put it up for auction and sell it to the highest bidder.

Of course, he wasn’t going to do that. Doing that at this stage was equivalent to putting a gigantic target on his back. Rather than buying it from him, they would much rather kill him and take it off his dead body.

After dealing with the box of techniques, Adrian decided to check what else was in the ring. After a moment, a small pile of weapons was in front of him. He called it a pile, but there were honestly only a handful of weapons there.

However, his gave immediately fell upon a pair of daggers among the pile. He sifted through the pile and retrieved both of them. Both daggers were in a pouch that seemed to be made out of the hide of an animal.

On the side were two words written in faded lettering. Even though it was faded, Adrian could still read it.

"Silent Fangs," he muttered to himself. He then took both of them out and examined them thoroughly. The two were a pair of identical obsidian daggers, each around thirteen inches long, with sleek, predatory curves reminiscent of a panther’s claw.

Their black blades possess a subtle, rippling pattern, like wind brushing across still water, that catches the eye only when viewed from the corner of one’s vision. When seen directly, the blades appear unnaturally matte, drinking in the light around them instead of reflecting it.

"Profound rank!" Adrian’s eyes widened in surprise as he exclaimed. Yes, the two daggers in his hand were of the profound rank. The reason he was so surprised was that weapons of that rank were very rare.

Most of them were in the hands of noble families and sects, and it was almost impossible for a rogue cultivator to get one. They would have to risk their lives in order to even find one.

Plus, artificers who could make one of that quality were rare, and most of them already belonged to one of the major powers on the continent. Whether it was a sect or a noble family, it was virtually impossible for a rogue cultivator to get close enough to them to be able to commission a suitable weapon.

And don’t even get started on the resources and materials needed to craft such an item. Materials that could be used to craft Profound rank weapons were not ordinary. They also had to be of the same rank, with additional items of a lesser rank to support the process.

Crafting an item at the profound rank was a very expensive project, which was why most cultivators would rather try their luck in finding them themselves.

Adrian, who was very excited, finished examining the two daggers. He was about to check on the other weapons and artifacts when he noticed something strange.

The aura of the dagger in his hand diminished, and suddenly, he was holding a Soul rank dagger. He wouldn’t have caught this small change if his soul weren’t so abnormally strong.

In fact, the only reason he knew that the dagger had decreased in rank was that he was already familiar with the aura of a Soul rank weapon. The hundred-faced thief had informed him that the Veil of a Hundred Shadows was a Soul rank artifact.

He couldn’t confirm it, but he could feel that when he held both daggers, the aura they emanated was stronger than that of the Veil of a Hundred Shadows. Now, holding the remaining dagger, its aura had fallen back to the level of a Soul rank artifact.

Adrian furrowed his brows, his expression turning solemn as he inspected the second dagger. The shift wasn’t an illusion. The quality of the weapon had definitely changed.

Had he perhaps made a mistake when examining them previously? That question arose in his mind, but he quickly dismissed it. It wasn’t as if he had only examined them for a second.

He had held both daggers in his hands for a few minutes, examining all the intricate designs on them. He was sure that the power they emanated was more than that of a Soul rank weapon.

He glanced back at the dagger in his hand, before he suddenly realised something. The daggers. That’s right, daggers. Without hesitation, he removed the second dagger from the leather pouch.

He held both daggers in his hands and sure enough, the aura of a Profound rnak weapon emanated from them.

"These aren’t just a pair... they’re linked together." He muttered to himself.

Individually, they were Soul-ranked. Dangerous, yes. Rare, certainly. But together, they transcended that. When wielded as a pair, they complemented one another, forming a complete entity, the Silent Fangs.

Adrian stared at the daggers in a newfound light. The fact that they were linked made them much more valuable in Adrian’s eyes. Such weapons in a critical battle could make a significant impact if used wisely.

His mind was already thinking of multiple ways that he could use these daggers. Unfortunately, his main weapon was a sword; he wasn’t adept at using a dagger. But that didn’t matter. He could always use them for surprise attacks or if he needed to silently kill someone.

Adrian shook his head while thinking

’When would I silently need to kill someone. I’m not an assassin.’

After satisfying his curiosity, he put them back in their pouch and turned his attention towards the other artifacts on the floor.

There was another artifact that had caught his attention and made him excited. Adrian bent down and picked up a cauldron that was among the artifacts.

It had a soft, pearl-white base with a smooth, semi-translucent sheen that resembled polished moonstone or frosted jade. Which one it was, he wasn’t sure. When light struck its surface, it refracted faint hues of sky blue, pale lavender, and gentle green, like the shimmer of a dragonfly’s wings.

The body of the cauldron is covered in delicate inlaid runes, shaped like curling clouds and lotus petals, etched in soft aquamarine and silver. Patterns that would faintly pulse heat would be applied to the cauldron.

The lid had a lotus-bud handle made from an unknown crystal, cool and perfectly shaped. On either side of the cauldron are gracefully curved phoenix-wing handles, made of pale silvery-blue spirit alloy that doesn’t tarnish with time.

Shaped like crouching qilins, cast in light metallic cerulean, each leg glows when active, drawing in flame essence from the environment to keep internal temperature precise and stable.

"A soul rank cauldron," Adrian muttered to himself as he excitedly inspected the beautiful cauldron.

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