“Xuanyi, you and Zhu Huai don't have any high-quality weapons. I happen to have two pieces of Thousand-Year Profound Iron, which I shall gift to you both,” Xiao Hongye said as she took out two pieces of iron shimmering with a black light from her storage ring, a simple and ancient aura washing over them.
However...
Wang Xuanyi smiled awkwardly. “Martial Aunt, thank you for your kindness, but I think ordinary swords are fine. I don't really need external items to boost my strength.”
To be honest, Wang Xuanyi was practically speechless.
Who gave gifts right in front of someone's master while saying such outrageous things?
Wasn't this a direct slap to the old geezer's face?
Had this old woman left her brain behind after nearly a thousand years of cultivation?
Beside them, Mo Yan's face had nearly turned black, yet he remained silent. Wasn't this indirectly saying he had nothing good to give his disciples?
Back when Wang Xuanyi and Zhu Huai had joined under him, Mo Yan had already given them two grand gifts, which included top-tier materials to be used for forging weapons.
It was just that the two of them had never gotten around to forging them.
Mo Yan had also asked them about it, and the answers he received were surprisingly identical.
“Our cultivation is low. Blindly relying on external items can easily lead us astray, causing us to neglect our true cultivation. It won't be too late to forge them once we're a bit stronger.”
Because of Xiao Hongye's single comment, all three of them were completely silenced.
No wonder the disciples of Tianyun Peak gave off the impression of lacking a few screws; a famous master really did produce brilliant disciples.
It was a good thing Xiao Hongye had a high cultivation and immense strength. If this were anyone else, the grass on their grave would probably be six feet high by now.
“Master is a bit dull-witted...”
Huo Huang also saw the problem and could only sigh silently in her heart.
“Xuanyi, you have already established your foundation, so you should have a spiritual weapon of your own. This Thousand-Year Profound Iron is extremely hard. While it doesn't compare to top-grade materials, it is highly suitable for cultivators below the Golden Core Realm. You should accept it,” Xiao Hongye urged once more.
Wang Xuanyi looked at his master. Mo Yan was also extremely helpless, so he said, “Since your martial aunt is intent on gifting them to you two, just accept them.”
Hearing this, Wang Xuanyi and Zhu Huai finally accepted the two pieces of profound iron and bowed. “We thank Martial Aunt for her kindness.”
Seeing them accept the gifts, Xiao Hongye's guilt-ridden heart felt a lot better. She then left with Leng Ning'an and the other three.
Murong Qing was reluctant to leave. Before she departed, she gave Wang Xuanyi a massive bear hug, using the opportunity to wipe all the grease off her mouth and hands onto him.
Only then did she follow Xiao Hongye back to Tianyun Peak.
“This woman is just like in the book—stubborn, ignorant of worldly ways, and completely single-minded. A classic case of cultivating until her brain turned to mush,” Wang Xuanyi mumbled to himself, pursing his lips after Xiao Hongye left.
In the original novel, the descriptions of Xiao Hongye used every word in the book: the number one beauty of the Nine Provinces, skin like white jade, face like peach blossoms, a willow waist, bountiful assets, and so on. In short, all the settings for beauty and strength were maxed out.
The only catch was her single-track mind.
When she was later pursued and won over by Long Zitian, it was also through a mountain of cliché philosophies and common sayings that slowly guided her, gradually sparking her affection.
That was just how cultivation romance plots went.
As long as the male protagonist got his satisfaction, any female, regardless of species, would be added to the harem.
After all that commotion, the three of them lost their appetites.
“Zhu Huai, give me your piece of profound iron,” Wang Xuanyi said.
“Okay.”
Zhu Huai took out the profound iron and handed it to Wang Xuanyi without the slightest hesitation.
Although she didn't know what her senior brother wanted to do, giving it to him was the right choice. He would never harm her.
Mo Yan merely watched from the side and said nothing.
He knew exactly how wealthy this girl Zhu Huai was. A mere piece or two of Thousand-Year Profound Iron wouldn't even register in her eyes.
As for what Wang Xuanyi wanted the iron for, he had no idea.
In any case, it wasn't his business.
His grandson could do whatever he wanted; there was no need to micromanage him.
“Zhu Huai, is the dragon bone I gave you before still there?”
Pfft!
Hearing this, Mo Yan spat out the wine he had just taken a sip of.
What on earth?
A dragon bone?
“Yes, let me look for it.”
With that, Zhu Huai rummaged through her storage ring and pulled out a spinal bone shimmering with the aura of a ferocious beast, radiating a golden light.
A few drops of glowing golden blood still flowed upon it.
Such a precious treasure had just... appeared out of nowhere?
Moreover, the two of them spoke as if they were discussing something completely ordinary. Not a single trace of unusual emotion showed on their faces, and their expressions were exceptionally calm.
Wang Xuanyi had just taken the dragon bone and was about to put it into his storage ring when Mo Yan frowned and scolded, “Nonsense! How can you demand such a precious treasure from your junior sister?”
“...”
Zhu Huai and Wang Xuanyi were both stunned, a little dazed.
In Mo Yan's eyes, this must have been a treasure given to Zhu Huai by the Sect Master, which Wang Xuanyi had taken a fancy to and forcibly demanded from her.
Since Zhu Huai had the Sect Master for a father, it was impossible for Mo Yan not to think in that direction.
“Master, you seem to have misunderstood,” Zhu Huai explained after snapping out of it. “Master, this dragon bone originally belonged to Senior Brother. He plans to forge a defensive weapon for me, but because we lacked materials, it was temporarily left with me.”
“Oh, oh, I see.”
Hearing Zhu Huai's personal confirmation, Mo Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
“Old geezer, don't startle me like that next time. My heart is weak; I can't take it.”
Wang Xuanyi cast a disdainful look.
No sooner had he spoken...
...than he was treated to another round of “loving education.”
...
Night fell.
Inside the bamboo cottage on Tianzhu Peak.
Wang Xuanyi, in a rare turn of events, was not sleeping. Instead, he was levitating in mid-air, sitting cross-legged as golden lines emerged from beneath him and began to spread.
Obscure and complex runes lined the edges of the patterns, gradually forming an array.
Next, a crimson pattern spread out...
Only after setting up over a dozen concealment arrays within the entire bamboo cottage did the cross-legged Wang Xuanyi open his eyes, which were engraved with the pattern of equinox flowers.
“Taboo Secret Pattern: Heaven-Deceiving Secret.”
Wang Xuanyi murmured under his breath. Infinite runes bloomed from his hands as he clawed at the void, causing the entire space to warp and shatter as if it were physical matter.
“This space, this moment, belongs to me.”
As his voice fell, eerie, forbidden blood-red runes erupted from Wang Xuanyi's eyes, locking down and sealing the space, freezing everything in place, completely vanishing from this world.
At this moment...
Wang Xuanyi had stolen time itself!
“Phew...”
Wang Xuanyi took a deep breath, his heterochromatic eyes scanning the grey, silent surroundings as he wiped away the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
No matter how many times he used Heaven-Deceiving, the backlash he suffered was extremely severe, to the point of being rejected by heaven and earth, completely erasing his very existence.
But that was only for ordinary people. Wang Xuanyi was different.
He possessed the Equinox Immortal Pupils, and his body itself was built to deceive heaven and hide from earth. What backlash was there to speak of?
“Let's do this. Let's get to work under the cover of night.”
Wang Xuanyi hesitated no longer. From his storage ring, he took out the two pieces of profound iron, the dragon bone, the ashes of the damaged Nascent Soul cultivator he had obtained from the eerie village last time, and the fragments of that ancient cauldron.
Combined with the heavenly materials and earthly treasures he had collected over the years, all the materials were now ready.
The dragon bone was an item of extreme Yang. To forge it into a weapon, it had to be complemented by an item of extreme Yin; otherwise, it would become a malevolent weapon that would turn on its master.
“Great fire, rise!”
With a shout, a golden flame ignited in the grey, silent space, illuminating the entire area in an instant.
Following that, Wang Xuanyi began his long journey of forging.
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