Chapter 119: Cutting Out Feathered Qingjin: The First Gathering of Members (Seventh Update, Requesting Subscriptions)

The two strange stones were substantial, each standing about a zhang tall.

One bore seven orifices, spewing essence qi—clearly no ordinary artifact.

The other resembled a stone pillar, its surface naturally carved with peculiar patterns, as if containing the ultimate truths of heaven and earth.

"I never expected the Mo family would even bring out these two strange stones," Zhang Taixuan mused. "Looks like the Mo family suffered heavy losses this time."

Zhang Taixuan was not surprised by the Mo family's decision to produce the strange stones.

If the stones contained treasures, they were naturally precious.

If not, they'd be worthless once cut open.

These strange stones had been hoarded by great families without being cut, precisely because the Mo family had no confidence—they feared spending a fortune only to find nothing inside.

It just so happened that this time fighting the Zhou family resulted in considerable losses, so they used it to settle the account.

The strange stones looked impressive, perfect for fetching a high price.

Amid swirling thoughts, Zhang Taixuan formed his fingers into a sword point and sliced into the seven-orifice stone.

He had sensed its peculiar aura long ago and dared not be careless—he cut with extreme caution.

After slicing for a while, he finally peeled away the stone casing.

Suddenly, a brilliant light burst forth from within the casing—a dazzling point of Jin Guang.

Crack!

Suddenly, a crisp sound rang out; the Jin Guang slowly drifted, emerging from within.

It was a golden-yellow silkworm, its body translucent, a full chi long, with a pair of jade-yellow horns sprouting from its tiny head—most peculiar.

Though a insect, it was not frightening; instead, it evoked a sense of cuteness, especially its eyes, sparkling with cleverness, stirring instant pity at first glance.

The Donghuang Chronicles recorded this creature, naming it the Five-Color Silkworm.

Five-Color Silkworm: a heavenly rarity, attainable only by those with immense destiny.

When mature, the Five-Color Silkworm possesses the strength of a Great Saint and can spin five-colored silk, weaving items that gather destiny.

Legend says an ancient demonic clan elder once forged the Demon Gathering Banner from Five-Color Silkworm silk, consolidating demonic destiny to ascend to the rank of Ancient Emperor.

"It's this thing! No wonder my intuition was so strong," Zhang Taixuan exclaimed. "But this creature feeds on destiny—no ordinary person can afford to raise it."

He looked up at himself, using the Heaven's Mechanism Art to observe—and saw a purple aura surging skyward, blotting out the heavens.

"My destiny is abundant enough—probably no problem."

Moreover, streams of destiny converged upon him, swelling the purple aura further.

"Are these the destinies gathered by practitioners of the Tai Xuan Immortal Martial Dao? Looks like being a founding ancestor has its perks."

He reached out—and the Five-Color Silkworm crawled willingly onto his palm, lifting its head affectionately.

Zhang Taixuan knew instinctively what the little creature wanted; he pinched his Heaven's Mechanism Art, drawing a thread of destiny and guiding it to the silkworm's mouth.

"Suck!" The Five-Color Silkworm opened its mouth and swallowed the thread of destiny whole.

After swallowing a thread of destiny, the Five-Color Silkworm immediately drooped.

Zhang Taixuan was startled; after a brief divination, he realized it had eaten too much.

His destiny was purple destiny—just one thread was enough for the Five-Color Silkworm to digest for a long time.

He set it aside, then activated the Heaven's Mechanism Art to conceal his own destiny, before turning to the other strange stone.

This stone gave him a sensation no weaker than the previous one.

He was naturally eager.

He stepped forward and began cutting carefully.

After a moment of cutting, a bluish-gold material glowed within the casing; as he peeled away more stone, the blue-gold radiance intensified.

Above the blue light, feather-like patterns emerged, as if embodying transcendence and flight to immortality.

"It's Feathered Qingjin!" Zhang Taixuan gasped.

This was immortal metal for forging ultimate weapons—yet he had somehow acquired a piece today.

This was pure unexpected fortune.

After stripping away all the casing, the Feathered Qingjin was substantial—weighing tens of thousands of jin.

More than enough to forge a single ultimate emperor weapon.

The strange stone's material was peculiar, concealing its weight—otherwise, anyone would have known a supreme treasure lay inside, and he'd never have had a chance.

All of this was fate.

"What kind of luck is this?" Zhang Taixuan marveled.

He pulled out the Qiankun Cauldron and tossed the Feathered Qingjin inside, beginning to refine it.

The Qiankun Cauldron was forged from the primordial essence of the world—powerful as it was, he was not satisfied.

Now that he had obtained immortal metal, he naturally intended to fuse it into the cauldron to strengthen it.

In the future, should he acquire more immortal metal, he could fuse it again, until the Qiankun Cauldron became a supreme treasure.

Time passed; the Feathered Qingjin gradually softened.

Undeniably, immortal metal was formidable—even the Qiankun Cauldron struggled to refine it.

No wonder low-level cultivators must constantly hammer their weapons, lest they warp.

In the original story, Ye Hei's Ten-Thousand-Things Mother-Qi Cauldron took years of hammering to finally take shape.

After dozens of days of hammering, the Feathered Qingjin finally melted into liquid within the Qiankun Cauldron.

"Disperse!"

With a thought, the melted Feathered Qingjin spread like ink dissolving in water, seeping into every corner of the Qiankun Cauldron.

In an instant, the once crystal-clear jade-like cauldron transformed into a massive, bluish-gold cauldron radiating a cold metallic sheen.

Within the bluish-gold, feather-like patterns emerged, making the cauldron even more mysterious, as if it were a divine immortal cauldron.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

With a casual tap, the great cauldron emitted a crisp sound, making even the soul tremble.

After refinement, the cauldron's defense and potential had greatly improved, radiating an utterly mysterious aura.

Even those unaware of the mysteries of Immortal Metal could instantly perceive the cauldron's extraordinary nature.

Now, the Qiankun Cauldron could be used indefinitely until the True Immortal Realm, with no need to worry it would fall behind.

He retrieved the great cauldron and began its consecration.

In just one day, the cauldron was consecrated to perfect unity; with a single thought, it could be summoned to strike enemies.

He opened the chat group.

Su Xiao: "Day fifty-six without seeing Zhang Taixuan!"

Huang Rong: "Could Master Taixuan be in danger?"

Yotsuya Miko: "I'm so worried, but I can't get there."

Ye Hei: "No need to worry. Master Taixuan will one day strike fear into entire realms—how could he be in danger now?"

Zhang Sanfeng: "Ye's young friend speaks truly."

Lin Fengjiao: "Master Taixuan is probably cultivating. Spending dozens of days in seclusion isn't unusual, is it?"

【Ding! Given differing time perceptions across realms, the chat group now adjusts time flow per realm, preventing ordinary members from waiting a thousand years while cultivators in mystical realms close their eyes for a millennium.】

Kasumi Ushio: "Wow, the chat group finally added a new feature!"