After mentally calculating the exact number, Andrew Han straightened his collar and bowed slightly toward the ancient weapons—a gesture of respect for those who once resisted.
The tragic heroism of the fallen has now been inherited.
In fact, the three fundamental duties of the Martial Arts World arise from this very legacy.
Then, his expression unchanged, Andrew calmly surveyed the nearby racks of ancient weapons. Beyond swords and daggers, there were rare arms like spears, halberds, hooks, and hammers. Yet, without exception, not a single weapon remained fully intact.
His expression unchanged, Andrew calmly surveyed the nearby racks of ancient weapons. Beyond swords and daggers, there were rare arms like spears, halberds, hooks, and hammers. Yet, without exception, not a single weapon remained fully intact.
"So that's how it is."
"No wonder Zane Zhou found three rusted throwing knives and treated them as treasures when he gave them to me. Clearly, ancient weapons preserved in complete form are exceptionally rare."
Andrew's face remained calm as he reflected inward.
The three throwing knives Zane Zhou had given him opened the path to seeking the first thread of Graywhite Aura. Yet as long as the main structure of an ancient weapon remained, it too contained Graywhite Aura.
Even—
The ruins of Green Mountain Sect also held a vast amount of Graywhite Aura!
"What a pity."
"I still don't know exactly what happened back then—my master ruthlessly destroyed the original buildings of Green Mountain Sect. Otherwise, I could have harvested quite a bit of Graywhite Aura."
But he simply believed—the past was already gone; there was no need to keep calculating. After all, there's no use crying over spilled milk.
"What a pity."
"I still don't know exactly what happened back then—my master ruthlessly destroyed the original buildings of Green Mountain Sect. Otherwise, I could have harvested quite a bit of Graywhite Aura."
But he simply believed—
The past was already gone; there was no need to keep calculating. After all, one shouldn't mourn over spilled hot milk.
Tap.
Tap.
Soft footsteps sounded quietly.
After spending more than half an hour, Andrew Han respectfully examined every ancient weapon, then silently turned and left the Purple Aconite Mountain Ancient Battlefield.
Silence.
Everything was utterly silent.
No one dared to speak loudly, for fear of disturbing the mood.
Every martial practitioner who came here—even those usually lively or outgoing—couldn't help but lower their voices and soften their movements when confronted with this scene.
"Huh?"
"Andrew Han! That's Andrew Han." A brown-haired girl widened her eyes; her long legs wrapped in black stockings trembled slightly.
Everyone knew Andrew Han was based in Greenfield City.
Yet—
Few martial practitioners had the fortune to encounter Andrew Han in person.
The long-haired girl leaned toward sultry, and combined with her graceful posture, she drew attention. But here, everyone was caught up in reverence for the past; no one paid special notice to her beauty.
"Peerless is already extraordinary."
"I never expected that, as a Legendary One whose power rivals high-tier Martial Lords, he would be ranked among the era's Peerless Paragons." A subtle, unreadable light flickered in the brown-haired girl's eyes.
Leaning against a tree for shade.
She was just a casual martial practitioner; the strongest elder in her family was only a high-tier Martial General.
"Hi."
"Hello, may I get to know you?" She gently swept aside her hair from her fragrant shoulder, stepping forward to meet Andrew Han—the fifth Legendary One—with a soft, sweet voice: "Let's add each other on WeChat. Maybe we can have some deeper communication sometime."
Hearing this, Andrew Han glanced at the girl.
His mind was filled with question marks, and the way she emphasized 'deeper' made him feel both amused and speechless.
Does the Martial Arts World have socializing too?
"No need."
Andrew Han chuckled softly, shook his head, and walked away.
When it comes to matters of the heart, beauty lies in uniqueness. Now that Monica Zhang, his bond across lifetimes, has reappeared, no matter how dazzling other flowers bloom, none can touch him.
"Sigh."
"What makes a good man?—Clearly, that's me."
His gaze, tinged with a hint of Inspiration, quietly suppressed the brown-haired girl's boldness. Andrew Han strode away from the Purple Aconite Mountain Ancient Battlefield with long, confident steps.
He left behind only the brown-haired girl's unwilling gaze.
"Forget it."
Her elder stood beside her, quietly reminding: "That is the Peerless Paragon of Sinovera's Martial Arts World—his will is as solid as bedrock. How could he be swayed so easily?"
...
Ancient battlefield exit.
Just as Andrew Han left the ancient battlefield, he looked ahead in confusion.
Directly in front stood two well-dressed men. One wore a deep-red, vintage-style coat, his long hair draped over his shoulders, his face sharp-edged like a crag, exuding a cold arrogance.
Yet—
When he saw Andrew Han, a smile surfaced.
This stern man was none other than Elder Victor Hua of Iron Sun Sect. Back in the Martial Arts Alliance's Greenfield Province branch battle merit statistics room, he had once questioned Andrew Han.
"Andrew Han."
Victor Hua broke into a warm smile and stepped forward.
In the past, he had ignored Peerless prodigies.
But now, faced with someone who was both Peerless and a Legendary One, even Victor Hua felt intimidated. Today, he happened to come with Su Stele Sect Elder Henry Zhao to pay respects, and by chance they encountered Andrew Han.
Thus—
Victor Hua and Henry Zhao had been waiting at the exit of the Purple Aconite Mountain Ancient Battlefield for over twenty minutes.