Bronze

An ancient treasure of the Moulan tribe, one of their two great inherited treasures; its flame is capable of refining almost any treasure into nothing.

Definition

An ancient treasure of the Moulan tribe, one of their two great inherited treasures; its flame is capable of refining almost any treasure into nothing.

Story context

If you came here expecting a clean one-sided victory… guess again, fellow Daoist. This chapter is a brutal masterclass in what happens when two Nascent Soul cultivators with completely different combat philosophies collide. Han Li, fresh off his mid-battle tactical switch, faces a Moulan Dharma Warrior whose white lotus technique is not just *pretty*—it’s a terrifying fusion of Buddhist secret arts and raw personal cultivation that can block his Yin Devil Slash *and* turn his own Dry Azure Ice Flame against him. You get the full treat: the debut of an ancient bronze lamp treasure, a fleeting moment where Han Li’s vaunted Insect Armor gets a crack (literally), and the kind of immediate, unglamorous retreat that defines the Mortal Stream’s battlefield arithmetic. The green-clothed woman goes from mildly annoyed to legitimately shocked, and Han Li, for once, is the one eating dirt.

Why it matters

This is a *tactical retreat chapter*—and it’s glorious. If you’re a fan of Han Li’s core trait (knowing when to fold ‘em), this is a five-star showcase. Pay attention to the *speed* of his decision: he sees the lamp, assesses the gap, and executes a retreat with zero ego. The woman’s surprised reaction is the reader’s mirror—she cannot believe a Nascent Soul cultivator would *flee* mid-duel without trying a last-ditch charge. That disbelief *is* the Mortal Stream’s central thesis: chivalry is a luxury, survival is the only scoreboard. Notice also the Insect Armor repair scene—it’s not just a flex; it’s a subtle lore drop about the quality of his Gold Devourer Beetle-derived gear, which will pay off later.