Chinese Superman

Since the main battlefield is in Japan, if they really fight against a national-level expert, Xia Xinghan can go all out without any scruples, while they will have to be hesitant and restrained.

Given the strength of both sides, if they were to truly engage in combat, all four islands would surely sink; this is no joke.

A Class A relic can destroy a city block, a World-Class relic can wipe out a city, and a National-Level relic can destroy the heavens and the earth!

Moreover, if things go wrong, given Xia Xinghan's speed, once he flies back to Xia Kingdom, the four national-level experts might not be able to stop him.

After saying that, Xia Xinghan flicked his middle finger at the camera.

This international gesture of goodwill—those who know, know!

"You brat..."

The three guardians of the state instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot, trembling with rage, yet filled with apprehension.

They couldn't really gauge Xia Xinghan's full strength, since he could withstand the attack of the Kusanagi Sword with just one index finger.

Moreover, what if we sink the four islands on the Japanese mainland?

This is the most fatal problem!

The three exchanged glances quickly, their expressions shifting rapidly.

Finally, the Buddha who had remained silent slowly opened his eyes, which seemed to see through the world's illusions. He uttered a chant and addressed Xia Xinghan directly: "Benefactor, the karma is settled. The Heavenly King is dead, the building is destroyed. What do you wish for before you leave?"

Xia Xinghan put away his joking expression and said seriously, "We Xia people believe in 'since we've come all this way,' so we can't leave empty-handed."

"My compensation is simple—take back the relics that originally belonged to the Xia Kingdom!!"

"You're trying to extort money from me?!"

The royal noblewoman with the eight-foot-long jade jewel ornament roared angrily.

"Wrong."

Xia Xinghan shook his head.

"Returning the object to its rightful owner is a matter of course. The relics originally belonged to the Xia Kingdom, but were either looted or scattered abroad."

"If you agree, I'll take what I need and leave immediately, keeping my promise and never destroying another blade of grass or tree. If you don't agree... I'll just fight it out again; I have no fear!"

Like a newborn calf unafraid of a tiger, Xia Xinghan raised his index finger, and a golden fireball technique condensed at his fingertip once again. The energy was terrifying, causing the surrounding space to distort thermally and the temperature to rise rapidly.

Its meaning is self-evident.

If all else fails, let's settle this with nuclear peace?

The Buddha in his physical body stands with one hand raised, head bowed and silent, with only one relic, ancient yet spotless, radiating the light of primordial enlightenment.

His identity is somewhat special, like a relic or a resurrected ancient corpse, so he does not participate in the decision-making of Ying Kingdom.

The one who truly makes the decision is the State Protector who wields the three great divine artifacts.

Above Miyazaki Prefecture, the Yata no Kagami (Eight-Span Mirror) hangs high, shining like the sun.

This mirror seems to possess only one mysterious aspect—

"View this mirror as if it were your own body!"

This "myself" naturally refers to Amaterasu Omikami, one of the three noble children in Japanese mythology, the ruler of Takamagahara and the personification of the sun, and the highest god of Shintoism!

While the three Zhenguo Zhi were still discussing, Xia Xinghan was not idle either.

In addition to continuing to output energy, making the fireball condensed at his fingertips grow larger and larger, he also activated his X-ray vision and, combined with his super brain, observed the three national treasure relics.

However, Xia Xinghan's gaze soon fell on the Buddha in this very life.

He was more interested in ancient corpses that could be resurrected than inanimate objects, but the Buddha incarnate was different from ordinary ancient corpses.

"The Buddha in this very body, relics, that's interesting."

"The revived relics are probably equivalent to the golden elixir mentioned in Taoism."

"If one were to falsely possess a relic, could one attain the combat power of a Golden Core cultivator, or even instantly transform into a Golden Core cultivator?"

Xia Xinghan recalled a sentence:

Once I swallow this golden pill, my fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of heaven!

The Golden Core Realm is three major realms higher than the Innate Realm. In terms of spiritual power alone, it is thousands of times stronger than that of the Innate Realm. If one were to unleash a high-level martial art, its power would be no less than that of a national treasure relic whose foundation has been fully restored.

At that point, the relics will truly become like magical artifacts or treasures, and will no longer be able to overshadow the main object.

"Amitabha, young benefactor seems quite interested in relics?" The Buddha in his physical body slightly opened his wise eyes and uttered a Buddhist chant.

"I am indeed quite curious."

"If you, young benefactor, can convert to my sect, this old monk can grant you the relics."

"There's absolutely no need for that."

Xia Xinghan analyzed: "Relics are mostly not like elixirs. As relics that have been revived, they contain profound meaning. They should be the result of a high monk's lifelong cultivation and merits. Their mystique can bless one's mind, deepen one's understanding of Buddhism, and even enable one to take refuge and become a Buddha on the spot."

"Of course, to put it nicely, that's how it is."

"Amitabha."

The Buddha in his present life stood with one hand in a palm-up gesture, but there was no response.

At this point, the three Zhenguo officials had finished their discussion.

They looked at Xia Xinghan, who was all alone, dressed in ordinary clothes with few pockets, and wondered how many pieces he could carry even if they let him.

It's better than letting him continue to go crazy here.

Let's get rid of this plague god first, and then we can make further plans.

"good!"

The old man wielding the Kusanagi Sword suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice, "We agree!"

"But this only applies to the number of relics you can personally take with you! Leave our country immediately after you've collected them!"

"make a deal."

Xia Xinghan readily agreed, secretly amused.

He ignored the four people and flew towards the Kyoto National Museum.

"I'd like to trouble you, Mr. Miyamoto, to make this trip."

"I could, but I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to resist taking the Kusanagi Sword and chopping this kid down."

The other two guardians of the state thought to themselves: "Go ahead and chop it if you can, we won't stop you!"

In reality, it was just a matter of quick wit and verbal sparring. The old man with the surname Miyamoto, holding the Kusanagi sword, followed behind Xia Xinghan.

As for the Yasakani no Magatama, it withdrew its light and sank deep into the Kyoto Imperial Palace.

The Buddha, carrying the relics, returned to Mount Koya.

Originally, the priests at Ise Shrine wanted to hang the Yata Mirror high to stabilize the sky and prevent sudden changes, but their spiritual power was insufficient, so they had to lower the Yata Mirror.

"Hopefully, we can get rid of this little troublemaker soon."

The middle-aged priest prayed to the Yata no Kagami (a mirror symbolizing the eight-foot mirror).

A special storage room at the Kyoto National Museum.

Under the horrified gazes of the curator and guards, and with the "accompaniment" of the old man Miyamoto, Xia Xinghan walked straight toward the vaults marked "Overseas Collection" and "Temporary Storage of Valuable Items".

Through the thick bulletproof glass and alloy door, Xia Xinghan identified his target with just one glance.

Are these items guaranteed authentic?

The curator paused for a moment, then explained with a wry smile, "They've all been authenticated by experts and are genuine. The main problem is... we can't replicate them."

It's not really about skill, but rather that the real can't be faked and the fake can't be made real—it's that simple.

"it is good."

Xia Xinghan extended his finger and gently tapped it. The miniature gravitational field directly interfered with the internal lock, causing the mechanism to rotate and reassemble, and the heavy warehouse door slid open silently.

"Hmph, you certainly have a lot of strange and unusual methods."

The old man Miyamoto was taken aback and snorted.

Inside the vault are displayed the world-famous Yohen Tenmoku tea bowl, as well as many other precious porcelain, calligraphy and paintings, and bronzes from the Song, Yuan, and Ming dynasties...

Many of them are national treasures lost during times of war.

"Today, I'm taking you home."

Xia Xinghan strolled leisurely, as if entering his own backyard. With a wave of his hand, under the astonished gazes of the old man Miyamoto and the museum staff, the precious relics floated away without wind and were stuffed into his pocket one by one.

At first, he put a Yohen Tenmoku tea bowl in the bowl, and the old man Miyamoto thought that Xia Xinghan's pockets were about to be stuffed full.

But the result...

Porcelain, calligraphy and paintings, bronzes, and even a huge stone Buddha head were all put into the small bag, causing the old man Miyamoto to explode on the spot.

"You... what kind of sorcery is that?!" the old man Miyamoto exclaimed in shock.

He witnessed Xia Xinghan take away a Buddha head the size of a small car, and the bag that held the Buddha head remained unchanged, neither bulging nor changing.

"It's just a spatial relic, nothing to be surprised about."

Xia Xinghan walked towards the next warehouse without looking back.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

(Of the three complete Yao Bian Tenmoku tea bowls from the Song Dynasty, three are currently in existence, housed in the Seikado Bunko Art Museum, the Fujita Museum of Art, and the Ryuko-in Temple of Daitoku-ji. Half of one exists in China.)