Chapter 235: My Life-Drake Flame! The Great Ming Martial World Shakes! The Three Sages of Du

Having finished handling all matters in the dungeon.

Whether those stubborn fools, whom he casually erased, were the so-called Mingmenzheng Sect.

Or those who read the situation and chose to submit to him, the "wise ones."

Brother Ning Chuan had already made appropriate arrangements for each.

His massive dragon body slowly glided out of the dark, damp dungeon, thick with the stench of blood and despair, under the respectful farewell of Dai Dai Qisi, Xiao Xiao Yuanshan, and others.

Returning once more to the summit of Guangmingding, within his own most luxurious and most secret palace.

Inside the palace, the incense burner still burned precious sandalwood, its blue smoke curling gently, filling the air with an exotic fragrance.

Zhou Zhiruo, once taken as his maid, and Xiao Zhao, daughter of Dai Dai Qisi, now stood respectfully on either side, ready to receive Brother Ning Chuan's orders.

Xiao Zhao's lively, large eyes occasionally stole glances at the other side—at Zhou Zhiruo, whose beauty was ethereal and whose demeanor now held even more gentleness and reverence than before.

Her heart brimmed with curiosity and confusion.

She did not understand why this Emei Sect female disciple, who had once glared at her mother with hostility.

After being taken into the dungeon for "discipline," emerged as if transformed into a different person.

Not only did she obey Brother Ning Chuan without question, yielding to every whim, but even her gaze toward him carried an indescribable admiration—and a trace of fanaticism?

Yet she wisely said nothing more.

Her mother, Dai Dai Qisi, had already warned her: this mysterious, Mo Ce dragon master possessed boundless power and transcendent abilities.

To follow beside him was a tremendous fortune; she must never harbor the slightest defiance or overstepping thought.

She needed only to fulfill her duties, serving her master with all her heart and effort.

Brother Ning Chuan paid no mind to the small thoughts stirring in these two girls' hearts.

His attention was now entirely absorbed by the two divine weapons floating before him.

One was the Yitian Sword, radiating icy light, razor-sharp and peerless, exhaling a faint spiritual energy of water.

The other was the Tulong Saber, ancient in design, broad and thick, radiating dominance and weight.

Fine threads of pure demonic power flowed from his Long Zhao, like delicate tentacles, slowly seeping into the interiors of sword and saber.

He sought to thoroughly examine the materials and structure of these divine weapons, and the faint primordial spiritual energy within them.

To prepare thoroughly for his future forging of a true-life magic treasure.

In his mind, countless Daoist scriptures and ancient secrets regarding magic treasure forging and divine weapon casting flashed past like a spinning lantern.

"The Taiping Jing Hejiao states: 'Each thing's treasure has its true nature. The essence of gold and jade, the splendor of water and fire, can all be made into vessels to carry Daoic power.' This means all things under heaven and earth possess spirit; skillfully harnessed, they become one's own."

"The Dongxuan Lingbao Zhenling Weiye Tu also records: 'The way of forging weapons prioritizes material first, technique second, and spiritual intent last. Only when these three unite can a divine weapon be forged, piercing heaven and earth.' This means forging requires inner and outer cultivation, spirit and form as one."

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