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Silver City, Yu Xian's home. In the kitchen of the Chinese-style luxury mansion spanning three mu, Huangquan was humming a tune she had picked up from a music box while cooking a pot of soup. Come to think of it, though Little Nora could conjure all kinds of food, soup appeared very, very rarely. No one knew whether it was because Little Nora disliked soup and thus rarely conjured it due to a subconscious choice, or because most beings throughout the myriad worlds simply didn't drink soup. In the main hall, Yu Xian and the others were gathered together, chatting. After learning about their adventure, Zhang Shou, Xiong Da, and Gong Qian were endlessly envious. Though it had been perilous, the gains were simply immense. To say nothing of how strong Yu Xian had become, just the treasures he had obtained were enough to make their mouths water. "Too bad Thales from the Ancient Sages Society got away in the end, or your adventure would've been completely perfect," Zhang Shou said with a look of regret after Yu Xian finished speaking. Gong Qian snapped with exasperation, "How could everything be perfect? It's not like this is a novel." "Now that you're back, how long do you plan to rest?" Su Zhuo asked, looking at Yu Xian with a hint of reluctance to part. Slumped on the couch, Yu Xian said lazily, "At least a year. This trip was truly exhausting." He truly needed a rest. For one, he had endured two bouts of forced cultivation inside Feng Laixian's storage ring—practicing fist techniques in the sea of flowers and smashing bricks in the Land of Glory had really put him through the wringer. For another, he had obtained far too many treasures from Feng Laixian; he had no intention of going out to fool around until he fully digested them all. Furthermore, while he said he would rest for a year, the truth was that he now had all the resources and cultivation methods he could ask for. He could completely hole up on Earth as the Sword God of Shili Slope, waiting until his strength reached an absolute bottleneck before leaving Earth to seek opportunities. A year was just a conservative estimate. How long he would actually stay on Earth, even he wasn't sure. At noon. After having lunch together, Zhang Shou and the others took their leave one after another. In the blink of an eye, only Yu Xian and his companions remained in the house, along with his aunt Su Zhuo and Shui Yuetian, who was waiting for Yu Xian to take him back to Crescent Bay. "Big Bro, can I do a livestream at home?" Little Nora asked from the sofa, swinging her legs. Yu Xian nodded. "Sure, but you have to do it in your room, or go back to the Aska to stream. Don't disturb the others." "Oh, then I'll go back to the Aska to stream," Little Nora chose after some thought. The main reason was that Muse was on the Aska; even if she accidentally conjured dangerous food, Muse could suppress it instantly, making streaming on the Aska much safer. Yu Xian formed a spatial bubble, and Little Nora returned to the Aska through it. "I still have some work this afternoon. Take me back first; we can have a good talk tonight," Su Zhuo said as well. Yu Xian nodded and escorted Su Zhuo back to her home in Tianjing City. When he returned home, everyone had already gone back to their respective rooms, leaving only Zhang Buyao watching television in the main hall. "Yaoyao, you're not going home?" Yu Xian asked curiously, seeing Zhang Buyao lying on her side on the sofa, radiating the lazy aura of a salted fish. Zhang Buyao stretched lazily and answered, "Home is too boring, plus my mom keeps nagging me. I'd rather stay at your place. You're not trying to kick me out, are you?" "Not at all, it's just that with a guest around..." Yu Xian said rather helplessly. With a guest present, it wouldn't be polite to leave her alone in the living room while he hid in his room to do his own thing. Catching his drift, Zhang Buyao waved her hand. "It's fine. Just go do whatever you need to do. I'll just watch TV here. Can I grab drinks from the fridge?" "Of course. Help yourself to whatever you need. I'll head back to my room, then," Yu Xian said with a nod. Seeing a funny scene on TV, Zhang Buyao burst into laughter and nodded. "Go ahead, go ahead. Just pretend I'm not here." ... Yu Xian returned to his room. He lay down on his familiar bed, letting out a comfortable groan. Although the bed on the Aska was more comfortable, he had slept in this bed for over a year, after all, and had grown attached to it. The bed had already memorized his shape completely. Lying on it now, the bed accommodated him perfectly—a feeling no unfamiliar bed could match. He lay there for about fifteen minutes before sitting up. His first order of business was to contact Yu Lie and tell him that he planned to donate several Abyss-faring ships to Qilin. These ships had been found in the storage rings of Margaret and the others. Yu Xian had already intended to donate some ships, and since he had ready-made ones on hand, he couldn't be bothered to go buy more at Crescent Bay, deciding instead to simply donate Margaret's and the others' ships to Qilin. With these vessels, he was confident that Huaxia would soon possess the capability to explore the Abyss. After hanging up, Yu Xian thought for a moment, then emptied out a portion of the items from one of the storage rings and began examining these treasures. "Too bad I don't have more Ascension Gems," Yu Xian sighed after staring at an hourglass for quite a while. He couldn't make heads or tails of it. If he had more Ascension Gems, he would definitely upgrade Zhenwo Changjing's eyes no matter what; perhaps after upgrading them, he would be able to decipher the functions and properties of these items. He could be certain that most of the objects on the bed were treasures. First was their material—substances definitely nonexistent on Earth. Second was the feel: to the touch, they felt neither hot nor cold, yet were exceedingly difficult to damage. At least with his current strength, he couldn't tear these treasures apart at all. He simply rolled around atop the pile of treasures on the bed, then picked up a green gemstone to fiddle with, followed by a wordless jade plaque. After a while, a thought struck him. Later on, he had coated his hands in blood while picking up items, so any treasures that could be bound by blood had been filtered out. But earlier on, before he did that, plenty must have slipped through the cracks. No, he had to sort through them properly. He immediately gathered all the items on the bed back into the storage ring, and in the next instant entered the Everlasting Silence Prison Tower. Inside the Everlasting Silence Prison Tower, in the Warden's room. Yu Xian promptly dumped out the contents of his storage ring. In an instant, the various items piled up into a small mountain in the center of the room. Coating his hands in fresh blood, he began inspecting them one by one. After screening several hundred treasures, a collar was finally successfully bound by his blood, and Yu Xian instantly learned its function. As long as someone wore this collar, singing any song would turn it thoroughly rock-and-roll, and anyone who heard the singing would rock out along with it. Basically: one person sings, and the whole crowd gets hyped. Useful. Yet Yu Xian felt he probably wouldn't ever use this thing. Its only merit from being high grade was probably that it forcibly made targets get hyped up along with the singer—but while hyped up, they could still beat people up. It was pretty much that "Stop fighting, everyone!" kind of vibe. Yu Xian put away the [Rock Collar]. If he met any new music-loving friends in the future, he could give it to them as a gift—he just hoped things wouldn't spiral out of control when that happened. Then, he continued sorting through the treasures for anything that could be bound by blood...