Chapter 1646

"Buy the beast bones from the Monster World!"

"The Great Luo Silver Essence from the Xuanhuan World—I can't afford it!"

"Buy the strange tree branches from the Demon Revival World!"

He had originally thought his points were still sufficient.

But when selecting materials, Zhou Qing felt like Liu Laolao entering the Grand View Garden, leaving him dizzy and dazzled.

"I'm still too poor. Otherwise, I could have directly forged an immortal sword!"

After a while, Zhou Qing's emotions finally calmed down.

Too ambitious!

Just a mere mortal cultivator, yet you dare to forge an immortal sword?

That's far beyond your capacity.

Thinking thus, he took the black iron, melted and refined it using this world's methods; in moments, a football-sized piece of black iron became a divine metal glowing with black abyssal light.

Zhou Qing's gaze sharpened, and he exerted force to squeeze it—but felt no give.

"So hard!"

"The material has become incredibly strong; it seems this world's forging techniques indeed have merit."

He then melted and refined the beast bones, fusing them with refined gold and the essence of black iron, forming a sword radiating piercing white light.

As for the strange tree branches, he lightly refined them into a hilt, emitting a strange fragrance that protected the spirit.

Zhou Qing sent a stream of true qi into the blade; the sword trembled, rang out clearly, and shot upward, circling around him.

The sword light surged like a dragon, its radiance chilling Jiuzhou.

"What a treasure!"

Zhou Qing was overjoyed; he reached out and the sword landed in his hand. "This sword is forged from the creations of countless worlds—I'll name it the Creation Sword."

As he spoke, he channeled true qi and carved the characters "Creation" onto the crossguard.

Once named, the sword trembled gently.

Zhou Qing sensed a surge of battle intent and quickly channeled true qi to soothe the blade.

"Not yet. Wait until I refine you to complete mastery—we'll leave the mountain then."

Saying this, he sat cross-legged, activated his Pure Yang true qi, and purified the sword's body.

The Creation Sword's light was already pure and flawless; with his true qi hammering it, the glow grew even purer, infused with a Pure Yang essence—truly a weapon to subdue demons.

For seven straight days, the Creation Sword became sentient, transforming into a spiritual light that circled Zhou Qing once, then sank into his crown palace.

Being able to be absorbed into the body marked that the Creation Sword's spiritual essence had reached an unimaginable level.

"Time to go out," Zhou Qing stood, pondering where to head: "Crush the Demon Cult, or seek trouble with Shushan?"

He paid close attention to the characters who appeared in the original novel.

It wasn't that he held a grudge.

He simply wanted to earn some points.

After all, whether Shushan or the Demon Cult, both had amassed vast amounts of cultivation techniques and materials—perfect places to plunder.

"Wait—I forgot about Sakura Country, and Eagle Nation, and other powers! Back then, you plundered my Jiuzhou; today, I'll plunder your treasuries—that's revenge."

Zhou Qing had a fierce, righteous nature, hating evil without mercy.

Just thinking of it made his blood boil.

"Let's do it!"

Stepping outside, he found a secluded spot; his sword light wrapped around him, turning into a streak of light heading toward Sakura Country.

"So fast!"

Using true qi to control the flying sword, its speed far exceeded his expectations—faster than his previous Daoist true qi-controlled swords by more than tenfold.

A streak of light flashed across the horizon; the next instant, it was a hundred li away.

At this speed, even mortal cultivators who saw it would never mistake it for a flying sword.

Why? Because it was too fast!

How could a flying sword move this fast?

In the blink of an eye, Zhou Qing arrived within Sakura Country, landing in a narrow alley.

His gaze sharpened, fixed on the horizon—he saw the place where Jin Guang blazed brightest.

Moments later.

In a vault, the ground suddenly split open; a man wielding a long sword emerged from beneath.

The vault had been sealed with meters-thick reinforced concrete walls—even underground—and its entrance forged with modern high-tech materials, truly a fortress of bronze and iron.

But it had met Zhou Qing, wielding a supreme flying sword.

No bronze walls or iron fortresses meant a thing before the Creation Sword—they were like tofu, sliced effortlessly.

Zhou Qing looked around; his eyes met nothing but Jin Guang—all neatly stacked gold.

"All ill-gotten gains," Zhou Qing sneered. "You plundered so much from us back then—now it's time to pay back!"

Zhou Qing waved his hand; the gold rose into the air and vanished into his palm.

A closer look revealed a ring on one of his fingers.

That was a space ring.

This ring was not purchased by Zhou Qing—it was borrowed from a chat group.

In mere moments, the entire vault's hundreds of tons of gold were completely looted.

"They should be arriving soon," Zhou Qing stopped, listened intently, and heard hurried footsteps. "Time to go—otherwise, Eagle Nation and others will be prepared. How will I plunder them then?"

The Creation Sword slashed upward—the vault's walls, once unbreakable, shattered open.

Zhou Qing wrapped his sword light around himself, transformed into a streak of light and shadow, and vanished into the gold vault.

A moment later, when the people of Sakura Country opened the gold vault and saw it completely empty, their faces went pale and they began cursing loudly.

"Where did this cultivator come from? To think he'd actually defy the cultivation world's prohibition and steal our nation's gold!"

"It must be the Central Plains — only the cultivators there are the strongest. We must protest!"

When the words fell, the crowd exchanged uncertain glances.

The Central Plains now was nothing like it had been a few decades ago.

Protest?

What good would it do?

"Send people to report to the Cabinet and the Emperor. This matter is no longer something we can decide on our own."

That very day.

A streak of sword light toured all the great powers, visiting each of their gold vaults, then slipped away smoothly, enraging every nation, who collectively sent protests to the Central Plains.

By then, Zhou Qing had already hidden himself on a deserted island and begun the act of refining gold.

Having plundered the great powers of the entire world, the gold in hand was no small amount — a full ten thousand tons.

"I'm rich, I'm rich!" Zhou Qing's expression was overjoyed, yet tinged with a hint of worry. "But with this, the cultivation world will probably be thrown into an uproar too. Once I come out of seclusion, I'll be facing all kinds of pursuit and interception."

"But that actually suits me just fine — perfect time to plunder the cultivation world too!"

He was, by nature, a man who feared nothing under heaven or earth!

In the eyes of others, a matter fraught with crisis was, by contrast, seen by him as an opportunity.