A Windfall

While Lu Xuan's powers were far below what they had been in his past life, so much so that he was less than one one-hundred-millionth times what he had been, that blade had only had a rudimentary level of sentience to it, making it a precious blade with a will instead of a true power item.

That blade was, at most, a divine weapon.

As such, suppressing it would have been easy for him. It would have been ridiculous to even think that that bit of bloodlust could have affected Lu Xuan.

Nonetheless, that blade was still a handy weapon to him at the moment.

While the power of modern firearms was undeniable, he felt cold arms suited him better than firearms would have on a variety of occasions.

The third piece after those two was a piece of ginseng, which was larger than the 300-year-old piece Lu Xuan had gotten from Ling Huang. It sported a greater number of roots and looked more humanly shaped.