Zhang Yuntao smiled and got to his feet. “Then this old man shan’t stand on ceremony.”

He walked up and looked them over, one by one.

There were eighteen pieces of Spirit Source Ore in total. Each was dark, and despite their varying shapes, all of them emanated traces of spirituality.

Their presence acted as a barrier, preventing the divine sense from entering the ore.

Zhang Yuntao examined them for a while, but he couldn’t help but hesitate.

He didn’t particularly understand Spirit Source Ore, and he found it difficult to differentiate good from bad.

When he saw this, Zuo Xinghe smiled and approached, then subtly guided him. “Brother Zhang, when judging Spirit Source Ore, look first for luster, second for spirituality, and third, for whatever catches your eye. For instance, the ore you’re looking at now most likely isn’t ordinary.”

Zhang Yuntao’s heart stirred, and he laughed, “That so? I thought it rather pleasing to the eye as well. Let’s go with this one, then.”

As he spoke, he picked up the piece of Spirit Source Ore and exerted strength through his fingertips, carefully breaking its outer shell inch by inch.

Fragmented jade flew through the air, and in...