?Reading on mobile phone Hou Bao produced an ancient-looking redwood box, plain in design with no decorative patterns, suggesting it had a long history. The red wood surface gleamed with a subtle sheen. Eighty-Electronic-Book "What is this?" Qin Feng didn't take much notice, asking, "Is it another invention of yours?" The elder replied, "If I could invent something as remarkable as this, why would I have spent so many years as a thief? I actually obtained this box when I was young from a prominent family. Though unassuming, it was a significant treasure—my family pursued me for a long time, nearly costing me my life. I only managed to escape by changing my name and identity." Qin, the young lord, blinked and scoffed, "Don't people often say that a man should never change his name or title once established?" The elder glanced at him, "Do you really believe what's said in television dramas?" That wasn't pushed to the limit—so many people have changed their names and identities. Otherwise, why would the state keep refining its household registration and ID systems, precisely to prevent people from changing their names and identities? Let's not dwell on that. Take a look at the contents here—see if anything can be of use. The family I took it from, it's said, belongs to a cultivation lineage. With a hint of skepticism, Qin the Young opened the box. Inside, it was wrapped in golden silk, upon which lay a simple, ancient-looking ring. The ring itself was unadorned, its design so plain it seemed to be made of plain black material, almost indistinguishable in texture. As he lifted the ring with his fingers, a sense of familiarity returned—indeed, it was something used by cultivators. He could clearly feel energy pulsing around the ring. But how exactly to use it? Should he channel qi into it, or perform a blood-ritual to establish a bond? For now, with nothing else to do, he might as well give it a try. When the spiritual energy began to flow in, it encountered obvious resistance, and the ring fiercely resisted their entry. Then, let's try the blood-drip method. Take a sharp flying dagger and make a cut on the right index finger, allowing the droplets of blood to fall onto the ring. Hum... The ring emits a gentle vibration, and soon it establishes a clear mental connection with Qin Feng. Hou Bao becomes excited and asks, "Is this a magical artifact or something else? Please tell me quickly!" Qin, the young lord, opens his slightly closed eyes and replies, "It doesn't seem like a magical artifact. There's a substantial storage capacity inside the ring—probably designed for storing items." "But how can it not be a magical artifact? Transforming a须弥 into a芥子—of course it's a magical artifact!" Hou Bao grows even more enthusiastic. To him, the terms '须弥' and '芥子' are rather abstract; he'd simply call it a storage ring, or simply, a 'nagative'. Upon testing, this item proves quite effective. A large machine, for instance, can be swiftly flown into the ring and reappear at will with just a The pistol, ammunition, and all the other items could be stored neatly—Qin Daxiao enjoyed himself immensely. However, there were things that couldn’t fit in, such as the small white mice used for experiments, and his dagger, Huo Yin. In the end, it was concluded that living organisms and materials originating from beyond Earth could not be stored. Hou Bao carefully examined Huo Yin and found that its molecular structure did not match any known Earth-based substances, thus confirming the long-standing rumor that it was forged from meteoric material. "Should I have a large piece of this metal, I could craft you even more powerful guns and bullets," the old man said, puffing out his chest. Qin Feng thought to himself—then, if that’s true, I’d certainly never let you use it as bullet material, for once the light is gone, it’ll be all over. To be safe, he asked one more question: "Old man, if I wear this ring when I go out into the city, will the family that’s been chasing you see me?" "This is indeed a serious matter. From the intensity of their initial reaction, it's clear that they hold the ring in exceptional regard—far beyond ordinary importance. Even after twenty-some years, they will surely not give up their search. As soon as the ring reappears, it will inevitably draw their attention. Hou Bao thought for a moment, then produced a silver-white necklace and handed it to him: 'It's safer to wear it around your neck. Trust me—it's made of a special metal that can withstand over a thousand catties of weight. Unless you choose to remove it yourself, no one will be able to pull it off.' Thus, the ring becomes a pendant on a necklace, evoking the charm of The Lord of the Rings. With this arrangement, Qin, the young lord, no longer needs to carry those special weapons—such as the flying daggers hidden in his belt or the strangulation cords concealed within his watch. ... All three assassination attempts ended in failure, and two of the Four Pillars were lost in the process. The biggest loss was Bai Lang, who was simply slaughtered without even seeing him. In response, the Master of Shengmen, Lei, was furious. Du Bin, the head of the fragrance sect, stood before Lei, trembling, his head bowed and his posture humble, so much so that even if someone cut him with a sword, he wouldn't dare to move. Lei, his face cold and stern, asked, "What exactly happened?" Du Bin quickly replied, "I have absolutely no clue about Bai Lang's death. He called me after checking into the hotel, instructing me to prepare detailed information about the people who would kill Bodragon and deliver it to him within two hours. However, within less than half an hour, news arrived that Bai Lang had already been killed at the hotel. Before Lei, Du Bin dared not lie—he told only the truth. Lai Yi has conducted an in-depth investigation and confirms that Bai Lang indeed acted independently. He suspects that Du Bin may have betrayed Bai Lang, since in Pingyang City, only Du Bin knew Bai Lang's exact location. Du Bin's current demeanor does not suggest someone acting out of self-interest. So who is responsible? The combined intelligence points to Qin Feng, the intended target, being equally unaware of the plot. Lai Yi has paid a substantial sum to secure the cooperation of the police, yet the cause of Bai Lang's death remains unclear. There are no traces of the killer at the scene—no fingerprints, no weapon marks, no definitive evidence of the means of death. "Du Bin," Lai Yi says, beginning his final probe, "what do you think about this?" Du Bin wipes his brow, gritting his teeth: "I underestimated that young man's capabilities. I bear full responsibility for the deaths of both Bodhisattva Long and Bai Lang. Please give me one more chance. Even if I charge headlong with a bomb, I will meet my end alongside Qin Feng." "Master Lei waved his hand and said, 'Can it be that all of us from our original lineage have perished, and we now need a chief to serve as a human bomb? Du Chief, this isn't your fault—my own overconfidence has played a part as well. Moreover, this matter has now risen to a level beyond your control. From now on, you should step back and focus your efforts on consolidating the new territories. Do you understand?' Du Bin was startled, quickly bowing and replied, 'Understood! I will absolutely step aside from this matter, Master Lei. Please rest assured. I shall now retire.' Once the room was left with only Master Lei, he furrowed his brows, lighting a cigar for himself. As the smoke curled around him, he murmured to himself, 'It seems this matter will now have to be entrusted to Zhonghu. With his standing and network of connections, it should be a breeze.'"