Inside Andrew Han's bedroom.
"The transition from Sixth Rank to Fifth Rank is a critical threshold."
Andrew Han stared at the desktop computer screen, a faint smile curling at his lips. "But with the Graywhite Aura, which forcibly enhances every aspect of my body, this threshold means nothing to me."
One must understand.
The Graywhite Aura's comprehensive enhancement covers not only muscles and vital energy, but also tendons and bones. So long as the Graywhite Aura is plentiful, the Fifth Rank threshold is hardly an obstacle.
A little over half a month, and I reached Sixth Rank.
It's currently mid-March. The college entrance exam is in early June, just over seventy days away. Advancing my martial arts rank to Fifth Rank should be achievable.
Andrew Han gazed at the computer screen, his heart brimming with joy.
Getting into an ordinary university is no longer his goal... He wants to get into an elite university, to be admitted directly with a Fifth Rank in martial arts!
His top priority now was to find as much Graywhite Aura as possible.
"Let's check today's destination... Riverdale Municipal Museum. I just need my ID card to make an online reservation." Andrew Han frowned. "I always thought museums charged admission, but this one's actually free."
He pondered for a moment.
A museum with free admission... It felt a bit unsettling, but after all, it was a municipal museum. There should be plenty of historical artifacts inside.
Forget it.
Time to head out.
Andrew Han didn't dawdle. He tidied up his desk, cleared all browser history, then got dressed and stretched his body.
Ding!
The phone on his pillow vibrated suddenly.
Andrew Han picked it up and unlocked the screen.
It was a QQ message from Monica Zhang: 'Why didn't you reply last night... I just finished my math homework, boohoo, do martial arts students not have homework?'
Hiss!
Andrew Han's expression froze, and he swallowed hard.
He vaguely sensed two murderous glares from his mother behind him.
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Riverdale Municipal Museum.
The grand, imposing entrance of the museum, though it was nearly noon, still had quite a line at the door. To the right was a lush grove of trees, to the left, the visitor service center for ticket pickup.
Andrew Han picked up his ticket and quietly waited in line.
Ahead of him was a couple chatting about their route through the museum and which areas were best for photos. The man held a DSLR camera.
This...
Andrew Han's face darkened.
The more he listened, the heavier his mood grew... For example, the girl was saying: the layout of the ancient-style buildings was perfect for group photos, and some replica artifacts could be touched.
Damn it!
He'd forgotten that valuable antiques weren't allowed to be touched, especially those belonging to the nation's treasures in the museum.
Andrew Han looked glum, forced to quietly wait in line.
About ten minutes later, he finally made it through the entrance and slowly walked into the museum.
The moment he entered, he saw a spacious hall filled with porcelain pieces. Walking straight ahead would lead to the next area.
Crap!
Andrew Han's expression changed, feeling as if a stone had sunk in his heart.
It was clear that most of the porcelain pieces were protected by square glass covers, and those placed casually on the tables were obviously replicas or imitations.
Riverdale Municipal Museum.
Andrew Han's face was grim as he wandered silently through the porcelain exhibit.
Finally.
He stopped by a porcelain piece near the passage to the next area, quietly observing it.
Inside the transparent glass cover... a lotus-shaped tea tray held a smooth, delicate teacup, exuding an ancient, worn charm. The detailed introduction on the glass cover indicated that the tray had a history of about three hundred years.
Eleven wisps.
Andrew Han swallowed hard, reluctantly touching the glass cover, wishing he could smash all the glass and absorb the Graywhite Aura.
Heaven have mercy.
If only he could touch it... Just one touch of the porcelain! Just one!
There were a total of eleven wisps of Graywhite Aura in this hall, but he could only look, not touch or absorb them!
Clack.
Clack.
One by one, visitors quietly passed by Andrew Han, heading to the next area.
After a long silence.
Andrew Han took a deep breath and comforted himself: "This is only natural. Those precious antiques and rare artifacts—I’m not qualified to touch them yet."
Besides.
The body has its limits; if he absorbed too much Graywhite Aura at once, he probably couldn’t handle it.
Thinking this way, Andrew Han felt much better.
If there was too much Graywhite Aura, he couldn’t absorb it all anyway; otherwise, it could harm his body. He should be grateful there was so much Graywhite Aura in the world.
It was just that he couldn’t get it for now.
Once he reached First Grade, or became a martial artist, he’d likely be able to access a broader world and find ways to touch those precious artifacts containing Graywhite Aura.
No one was competing with him anyway, so what was the rush?
No need to rush.
Just the Graywhite Aura in Riverdale City alone is countless. Why worry about not getting a sesame seed? I just need to find the Aura I can collect for now.
Andrew Han thought to himself.
He looked back over the porcelain, touching every piece, table, and corner he could reach, but found nothing.
Next area.
Andrew Han followed the flow of visitors, touring the area with ancient paintings, the metalware area, the modern artifacts area, and the section of buildings modeled on ancient styles.
Even.
He even saw some animal skeletons.
But after touching them, there was no Graywhite Aura... Clearly, these were also replicas, just for display.
Until the last area.
This was the sculpture area, displaying a variety of sculptures that blended ancient Chinese elements with modern art. There were metal sculptures and white-painted ones.
Hmm?
These sculptures... are quite interesting." Andrew Han casually touched the first animal-shaped stone sculpture, but found no Graywhite Aura inside.
That was to be expected.
In fact, by the time he reached the last area, Andrew Han had stopped having any unrealistic expectations. There was plenty of Graywhite Aura here, but unfortunately, he couldn't absorb it.
Next one.
Andrew Han looked at the next sculpture... This was also a stone sculpture, but shaped like an old man in a long robe with a long beard.
He gently touched it.
Hmm!?
Andrew Han's expression froze.