Chapter 299

Blood Sacrifice Method!

Hearing these three words, Liu Tiezhu widened his eyes.

Exclaiming:

"Old Man Tie, you actually want to use the Blood Sacrifice Method?!"

Following Elder Tiekuang to learn the craft, Liu Tiezhu's knowledge was long past that of the little blacksmith in the forging shop, so he knew very well what the Blood Sacrifice Method in Old Man Tie's mouth meant.

He was so surprised because the Blood Sacrifice Method was a technique for forging evil weapons.

The evil of an evil weapon.

Is the evil of qi.

An evil weapon, and an evil weapon at the level of an Immortal Weapon.

This is incredible.

Ordinary weapons, just by being stained with a trace of evil qi, are enough to make people change color at the mention of them, and an evil weapon at the level of an Immortal Weapon is an evil spirit.

Weapons forged by the Blood Sacrifice Method are far superior to ordinary weapons, but because they use essence blood as a guide, the moment the weapon spirit is born, it is stained with the distracting thoughts and resentment in the essence blood, thus being invaded by external evil, and finally becoming an evil spirit.

If a martial artist uses an evil weapon for a long time, their mind will be eroded, and then they will become completely insane.

From then on, the person is no longer the master of the weapon, but becomes a slave, becoming a bloodthirsty demon and a killing machine through and through.

A thousand years ago, there was once an evil weapon at the level of an Immortal Weapon that drove an Earth Immortal expert insane, finally becoming a madman who only knew how to kill; in the end, it was a First-Rank expert who acted, and the matter was not allowed to become uncontrollable.

But it only killed the Earth Immortal and sealed the evil weapon in the East Sea, showing the power of the evil weapon.

Elder Tiekuang didn't urge him, just looked at Li Rui indifferently:

"The Blood Sacrifice Method forges an evil weapon; do you dare to want it?"

An evil weapon.

Li Rui narrowed his eyes slightly.

He naturally knew the meaning of the two words 'evil weapon,' and then smiled freely: "My essence blood, Senior, feel free to use it."

Seeing Li Rui make a decision so quickly.

Elder Tiekuang's appreciation in his eyes grew.

Man is the master of the weapon; as a great forger, he has always followed the philosophy of forging weapons tailored to the person; no matter how good the weapon is, if the person is not good, it is not good; the same principle applies: no matter how evil the weapon is, as long as the person is righteous, they can still suppress it.

If it were anyone else, he would probably not have mentioned the three words 'Blood Sacrifice Method.'

If an Immortal Weapon isn't forged, it isn't forged.

But if a monster that slaughters a city is raised, it would be too late to regret.

But Li Rui was the person with the firmest martial path heart he had ever seen; a martial artist who could climb from a groom to the Fifth Rank step by step would have a will as tough as iron; could he be swayed by a weapon?

He believed in Li Rui.

That was why he spoke of the Blood Sacrifice Method.

"Good!"

Elder Tiekuang shouted violently.

Before the shout stopped, Li Rui cut his right wrist with a sword finger, and a drop of blood bead flashing with purple-gold luster was forced out.

This was a martial artist's essence blood.

His face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Hiss!

The blood bead shot into the furnace and merged with the blade embryo.

The moment the essence blood fell into the blade embryo.

Boom!

Sounds of thunder exploded in the room.

Dragon roar.

Elder Tiekuang's expression changed: "Not good, it's that great jiao's lingering thought; it wants to destroy the Immortal Weapon."

Almost the moment the dragon roar sounded, a phantom of a great jiao appeared in the furnace, and for a time, the furnace began to shake violently, as if it were about to explode.

Elder Tiekuang's expression became extremely ugly, slowly spitting out four words from between his teeth:

"Half-step First Rank!"

He never expected that the great jiao already had the strength of a half-step First Rank.

The scene was already out of his control.

Once the great jiao phantom broke free, the Immortal Weapon would instantly lose and shatter, meaning all his hard work would be in vain.

But just at this moment—

A blood-colored little person only the size of a thumb walked out from Li Rui's drop of essence blood.

It looked somewhat similar to Li Rui.

The blood-colored little person jumped, divine light flashing on its right hand; looking closely, it was actually a blade.

An Immortal Blade!

Silently, the Immortal Blade slashed across the great jiao's head, instantly shattering the phantom into powder.

The violent movement of the furnace also stopped instantly.

Elder Tiekuang widened his eyes, looking at the scene in the furnace, unable to believe it.

"This is..."

"Slaying the Jiao Dragon??"

Even he, this experienced great forger, had never seen such a scene.

Li Rui's voice sounded just in time: "Senior, the heat is almost there."

It was only after hearing Li Rui's voice that Elder Tiekuang came back to his senses; there were few things in this world that could distract him while forging.

He took a deep breath.

The hammer fell like a wild wind.

Another night.

Until the first ray of sunlight fell in the morning.

A pitch-black blade embryo with a rough and uneven surface was finally taken out of the furnace by Elder Tiekuang.

Li Rui was a bit surprised:

"Senior, why can't I feel the aura of a weapon spirit from this Immortal Blade?"

He had seen another Immortal Blade that had just come out of the furnace; although it was also in such a terrible state, he could clearly see the existence of a weapon spirit.

Elder Tiekuang grinned, his eyes carrying a bit of pride:

"That's because I haven't given it a spirit yet; you have to nurture the weapon spirit of this blade yourself."

"Nurture it?"

Li Rui was puzzled.

Elder Tiekuang was even more proud: "Correct, with my current state, it was originally impossible to forge an Immortal Weapon no matter what, so I had a flash of inspiration and thought of a side door."

"I used the Blood Sacrifice Method to force this weapon to open its spirit, and left all the subsequent steps for you to nurture."

"With your true qi, brat, you will definitely be able to nurture this blade embryo into an Immortal Weapon."

He was more and more proud the more he thought about it.

Doing this was also inspired by the carp-transforming-into-dragon nurturing method of the previous Immortal Weapon.

Since it could nurture a weapon spirit, why couldn't it go a step further and directly nurture the weapon?

In this way, he only needed to forge a semi-finished product and then hand the rest to Li Rui.

Wouldn't the Immortal Weapon be done?

Although this method only worked for Li Rui alone.

"Two Immortal Weapons, I truly have no regrets in death."

Elder Tiekuang's laughter shook the sky, showing his excitement.

Hearing this, Li Rui suddenly understood.

It turned out that the current blade embryo couldn't even be considered a semi-finished product.

But just as Elder Tiekuang said, as long as it was nurtured well, one day it would be able to fully display its sharpness.

"Little Li, I owe you another favor."

Seeing Li Rui about to speak, he was interrupted by Elder Tiekuang raising his hand: "I know what you brat want to say; no need to say more. A forger dares to die for a weapon; if it weren't for you, I would have absolutely no possibility of forging two Immortal Weapons."

Upon hearing this.

Li Rui could only shake his head with a smile and say no more.

He took the Immortal Blade from Elder Tiekuang's hand.

Elder Tiekuang couldn't help but remind him: "Little Li, this blade was forged using the Blood Sacrifice Method; although your will is extraordinary, you still need to be careful. The evil blade has great power, but don't hurt yourself; act according to your ability."

"Yes."

Li Rui nodded.

Only then did Elder Tiekuang fix his gaze on the Immortal Blade in Li Rui's hand.

He couldn't get enough of looking at it.

Talking about rank alone, this Immortal Blade was even above the Immortal Blade in his hand; with jiao scales and essence blood, it was destined to be extraordinary from the moment it was born.

And because it was integrated with his essence blood, the weapon spirit was bound to be compatible with him, and its potential was huge.

It was not impossible to nurture it into a Second-Rank Immortal Blade.

Elder Tiekuang urged: "Little Li, give this blade a name."

He hadn't named that Immortal Blade yet. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but he couldn't.

That blade was forged for the future disciples of the Divine Weapon Villa; whoever could kill the Blood Shadow Old Ancestor with the Immortal Blade would be the master of the blade and would have the qualification to name it.

But Li Rui's blade was different; since it was Li Rui's item, naturally Li Rui would name the blade.

Name it?

Li Rui's eyebrows arched slightly.

He was truly not good at this.

After pondering for a long time, a flash of inspiration struck.

"Blade technique completed, going out the door; where there is a jiao dragon, slay the jiao dragon."

"Let's call it 'Slaying the Jiao'."

Li Rui said slowly.

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Slaying the Jiao.

Elder Tiekuang's eyes lit up: "Good name."

At this time, Liu Tiezhu also stuck close like a sycophant: "The name Master gave is good, domineering."

Li Rui smiled slightly.

Actually, the full name of this blade should be 'Slaying the Jiao Dragon.'

But the Holy Lord of the Yu Kingdom called himself the True Dragon, and the Imperial Palace was called the Dragon Court; the word 'Dragon' needed to be avoided; as a Yu Kingdom official, if he openly said 'Slaying the Jiao Dragon,' he would definitely be impeached.

Li Rui gently stroked the blade embryo, unable to put it down.

This is an Immortal Weapon!

Who wouldn't love it when they saw it?

The forged Immortal Weapon met a good master and got a good name; Elder Tiekuang, the forger, was naturally happy.

Looking at the blade embryo, he pondered: "You brat are only Sea-Observing, yet you hold an Immortal Weapon; it's too flashy. Although it's still a blade embryo, it's not good if it's seen by those with ulterior motives."

"How about this, I'll give you a scabbard, consider it repaying the favor."

Upon hearing this, Li Rui was overjoyed:

"Thank you, Senior."

This was too much to his liking.

Immortal Weapons are too precious; even Earth Immortals might develop greed, so one must be on guard.

Robbing the Immortal Weapon is one thing, but losing one's life is not worth it.

But if he could cover the aura of the Immortal Weapon with a scabbard, it would save a lot of trouble.

Since he had already drawn the Immortal Blade, naturally he must see blood before returning.

On the drill ground.

"Head Ning, beat him!"

"There are no cowards in our Anning Guard!"

A circle was surrounded in the middle, and the soldiers of the Anning Guard were all red-faced, howling.

Most people supported Ning Zhongtian.

Only to see.

Opposite Ning Zhongtian was a burly man standing over eight feet tall, his horizontal training even more domineering to the extreme, a fierce aura rushing toward him; one look and you knew he wasn't easy to deal with.

Boom!

A fist the size of a sandbag smashed toward Ning Zhongtian's face with the sound of a sonic boom.

If this punch landed, I'm afraid the head would explode completely, dead beyond dead.

Ning Zhongtian was shocked.

The burly man before him was one of the few who came to Qinghe with Nie Siming; he was a fierce general of the Northwest Army, truly crawled out of a pile of dead people, and his boxing technique was so cruel that it was rare even in Yunzhou.

Although martial arts are techniques for killing.

But such terrifying killing power as this burly man could only be honed on the battlefield.

Every move and style was simple and capable, all just for killing.

The military camp never forbade fighting; as long as it wasn't bullying the weak, no one would care.

As long as no one was beaten to death, no one would say anything.

Otherwise, if they couldn't even withstand this little wind and rain, how could they go to the battlefield to kill the enemy in the future?

Today.

It was this burly man who took the initiative to find Ning Zhongtian to spar; both sides were of equal realm, and Ning Zhongtian had no reason to refuse, so there was the current scene.

Suddenly.

A burst of exclamation erupted from the crowd.

'Too close.'

Just now, the burly man almost slapped Ning Zhongtian on the chest; if this palm strike landed, it would definitely be a serious injury.

Ning Zhongtian rolled on the ground, looking slightly disheveled.

Only then did he manage to dodge.

His heart tightened; this burly man's kung fu was truly impressive.

Admit defeat?

Impossible.

He, Ning Zhongtian, was never the type to easily admit defeat.

"Come again!"

The two were fighting in full swing.

Ge Hong on the side showed a worried expression; losing was fine, but if Ning Zhongtian was seriously injured because of this, it would be a massive loss.

He glanced outside the crowd from time to time.

Then he was overjoyed.

He saw the crowd automatically disperse, and Li Rui walked over.

"Big Brother."

Seeing Li Rui appear, Ge Hong finally set his mind at ease: "Old Brother Ning is sparring with someone; he's likely to lose."

Li Rui nodded indifferently.

Lose if he loses, no matter.

As long as he stepped onto the ring, he had to accept failure.

Even if he was Ning Zhongtian's Big Brother, he couldn't stop this matter; otherwise, Ning Zhongtian would be pointed at by others in the Anning Guard in the future.

Losing is fine, but admitting defeat would be too shameful.

Not everyone can bear that grievance.

The battle gradually entered a white-hot stage.

Ning Zhongtian's defeat was fully revealed, and the soldiers of the Anning Guard were like ducks whose necks were pinched, and for a time, there was no sound.

Bang!

The burly man sent Ning Zhongtian flying with one punch.

The situation was settled.

But the burly man didn't let him off, actually bullying him and pressing forward, his fist fiercely smashing toward Ning Zhongtian's vital point; if this punch landed, Ning Zhongtian would probably lie down for at least half a year.

His martial path would be delayed because of this.

Just at this critical moment, Li Rui's figure was like a ghost, appearing in the center of the drill ground.

He pointed a finger at the burly man's palm.

A piercing pain came from the burly man's palm, as if it were about to pierce through his palm.

The burly man didn't dare to exert force anymore and hurriedly withdrew his hand.

One look.

Only to see the flesh on his palm was already torn.

He was shocked; although he was one realm lower than this old man, just a casual finger could break his horizontal training—this was too exaggerated.

And then he heard Li Rui's voice:

"General Ma, this is a spar; let's stop here; my Old Brother Ning has lost."

The burly man surnamed Ma stared at Li Rui, about to speak.

Someone in the crowd stood out:

"My subordinate doesn't understand things, bullying people with strength and hurting Lord Li's people; I'm truly sorry."

A middle-aged man wearing light armor walked out.

Li Rui recognized him; this person's name was Hong Meng.

He was Nie Siming's personal guard, and like him, he was a martial artist in the Sea-Observing Realm.

His eyebrows arched slightly.

Hong Meng's words sounded like an apology, but in reality, he was mocking, saying Ning Zhongtian's martial arts were inferior, or perhaps he should say he was mocking Li Rui for not knowing how to govern.

Not a single person in the entire Anning Guard could fight.

Hong Meng cupped his hands with a grin:

"I've long heard that Lord Li has the reputation of the Qinghe Jiao Dragon; I wonder if I have the opportunity to spar with Lord Li today?"

(End of chapter)