Chapter 118: Slaying the Dragon to Forge the Immortal-Severing Sword, the Peerless Mystery of the Workshop-Building Token [4k]

"Bang!"

Inside a chamber of the Hanging Treasure Pavilion, the floor was a mess, covered in shattered objects.

Jade bottles, teapots, cups, fruit plates...

Scattered all over the floor.

"To hell with that noble person!"

Thinking of Fang Longye's smiling face, Yun Ting wished she could punch him until his peach blossoms bloomed.

She admitted—indeed, if not for this Dragon Lord, she likely would not have achieved the status of a Honghuang exotic species.

But she had not given nothing in return; she had sacrificed her own body to him.

Furthermore, he had also benefited greatly under the baptism of the Calamity.

To say nothing else, that Dragon-Patterned Long Spear, full of baleful energy, had undergone a transformation right under her nose.

What's more—she did not believe that if he had truly sensed danger at the time, he would have accepted her plea for help and engaged in Dual Cultivation with her to assist in her transformation. Most crucially, under her Dharma Eye, she gazed at the bond entwined around her.

Manifested within her primordial spirit, it took the form of a thread leading to an unknown destination; it was sparse and thin, seemingly inconspicuous, yet abnormally sturdy.

Unbreakable.

No matter what methods she employed, she could not break it.

In the darkness, Yun Ting had long since realized that the other end of this bond was Fang Longye.

It was the aftereffect generated after she had previously used the "Pulling Silk Concentric Art" to link her fate with Fang Longye to survive the Calamity.

Originally, using the secret art of "Pulling Silk Concentric Art" for Dual Cultivation would not have generated such a bond.

But unfortunately, Yun Ting had used this secret art, which originated from the Mandarin Duck Clan, to make Fang Longye link his fate with hers for a certain period, helping her share the Calamity sent down by Heaven and Earth.

Perhaps because doing so was, after all, taking a shortcut, or perhaps because this secret art had been tempered and mutated within the Calamity sent down by Heaven and Earth...

In short, this strange bond had sprouted between Yun Ting and Fang Longye.

Rooted in the grace and karma Fang Longye had shown her, it formed a bond that was extremely unfair to her.

It was not a Master-Servant Contract, yet it was better than a Master-Servant Contract.

After venting, Yun Ting returned to the Cloud Couch to sit cross-legged, staring blankly at this thread, invisible to the naked eye, that was wrapped around her.

It was so thin, so inconspicuous, as if it could be snapped with a light tug.

She felt the effects of this bond rising in the darkness.

With Fang Longye as her benefactor, she could never escape his shackles. As time passed, she would gradually develop feelings for him. In the end, it would be intense to the extreme, willing to be beaten or killed, unwavering until death.

This was the true reason why Yun Ting had broken down earlier when facing Fang Longye's teasing.

Otherwise, given her pursuit of the Great Dao, she truly would not have cared about such verbal teasing or a bit of intimacy.

The key was that everything Fang Longye said was true.

As time went on, she would gradually lose herself and pack herself up to be delivered into the other party's hands.

No, rather than saying she would lose herself, it was better to say she would change herself.

What is lost can be found again, but a change is a transformation from the heart. Even knowing her own changes, she would still accept them willingly.

Sinking forever, with no chance of turning back.

"So, the Calamity hasn't actually passed, has it?"

Yun Ting muttered to herself, taking out a small wine flask and, without using a Wine Cup, drinking directly from it.

Love Tribulation!

This Tribulation, which female cultivators of the Earth Immortal Realm spoke of with fear, appeared in the depths of her heart.

How similar it was?

The difference was that the Love Tribulation descended silently and soundlessly, usually arriving in an instant, with the person themselves unable to perceive it at all.

Yet this unfinished Calamity made her clearly aware of it, but she could only watch herself change bit by bit, falling in love with the other party with whom she had formed a bond.

Powerless.

How cruel.

At the thought that one day she would love Fang Longye, and as he had teased, change herself and joyfully step into that cage to become a pleasing Golden Canary.

Yun Ting felt a sense of horror.

In her mind's eye, she saw the fawning posture she would display when facing Fang Longye in the future. She threw the wine flask onto the ground.

"Clang—"

"No, absolutely not!"

The wine spilled, and a refreshing fragrance of wine permeated the surroundings.

This Yunque Wang, Yun Ting, had a cold glint in her eyes as she said fiercely: "There must be a way to solve this! Even if I have to risk my life, I will not allow myself to end up in this state."

Actually—

She did not realize that she had already been affected.

Because the thought of trying every means to simply kill Fang Longye and end it once and for all had never once arisen in her mind.

Yun Ting calmed her mind, paced out of the Hanging Treasure Pavilion, and wandered on the small island.

Jagged rockeries came into view, with two or three rows of frost-covered trees.

Around the rockery was a pond. The pond water was deep green and thick.

At a glance, it looked like a jade-green mirror, deep and bottomless.

Yun Ting did not speak, just quietly watching her own reflection in the pond water.

Her gaze was full of determination.

"I will leave tomorrow! I will visit famous mountains and seek out experts. I must break free from these shackles!"

In her mind, memories of her childhood emerged.

……

A young sparrow spirit who had not yet fully transformed was learning the *Zhuangzi*, which is widely read in Beiju Luzhou, under the guidance of her mother.

"The cicada and the dove laughed at it, saying: 'I rise up and fly, stopping when I reach the elm or the sandalwood; if I do not reach them, I just fall to the ground, so why would I need to go ninety thousand miles to the south?'... The quail laughed at it, saying: 'Where is it going? I leap and soar, rising no more than a few fathoms before coming down, hovering among the weeds and brush; this is the pinnacle of flight. Where else would it be going?'... Therefore it is said: The Ultimate Man has no self, the Spirit Man has no merit, and the Saint has no name."

"Mother, Zhuangzi is wrong. I also want to fly very, very high! It would be best if I could fly higher than that sun in the sky! I also want to see what the difference is between the North Sea and the South Sea, it's just that I can't do it~"

The little sparrow spirit said indignantly.

"The sages only used this as an example to explain the profound principles of the Great Dao," her mother explained.

The sunlight was warm, and seeing that she was still feeling aggrieved, her mother picked her up and groomed her feathers for her.

She smiled and comforted her: "Our Ting'er truly has ambition. Like this, when you grow up, you can tell him yourself: 'Senior, you are wrong; even a sparrow has the ambition to reach the south!'"

"Where is Zhuangzi? Where can I go to find him?"

"It is said, in the North Abyss."

"Ah? That far away?"

"Yes~ but I believe our Ting'er will certainly be able to do it," her mother said with a gentle smile.

"That's right!" She hopped out of her mother's embrace, excited, flew onto a towering ancient tree, and spread her wings.

A somewhat milky, childish voice echoed among the trees.

"One day, I will carry the blue sky, cross the North Abyss, enter that far northern land, and say to Grandpa Zhuangzi: 'Even a sparrow has grand ambitions~'"

……

Yun Ting recovered her focus and looked toward the firmament above.

"That's right, I am going to the North Abyss to discuss the Dao with that person."

"How could I fall halfway? To become a sparrow in someone else's palm?"

The next day.

The marshland where the Honghu Immortal Mansion was located.

An Aura surged out, rising to the stars, filling the sky and covering the earth, before suddenly dispersing.

It stirred up a thousand layers of snowy waves.

Amidst the sky-filling gale, bursts of sparrow cries rang out, Thousand Changes, the sound was wondrous and extreme.

The sound spread out, clearer than a phoenix, more domineering than a dragon's roar, vast and mighty, echoing all around.

Amidst layers of halos, a majestic, fierce sparrow, as if carrying the blue sky on its back, stirred the clouds and soared with wings spread.

In an instant, it vanished into the deep darkness, leaving no trace.

……

Cangmang Mountain.

Inside a pavilion garden.

Clouds mingled with the color of the rocks, and spring water flowed over the clothes.

A deep, dim light permeated the area, rising and falling, twisting like a dragon. Fang Longye, who had already returned to his own Daoist temple, recalled the harvest of this trip, his face full of smiles.

Lying back in Qingli's arms, swallowing the spiritual fruit she brought to his lips, he listened with great pleasure to the several Longnu playing the zither and blowing the flute, chanting and singing softly.

In his hand, he fondled the Panlong Spear, which was the size of a writing brush; its baleful aura was hidden, and its sharpness was no longer visible.

It looked ordinary, but in reality, it was a divine object concealing its own brilliance.

Having experienced the baptism of the previous Tribulation with him, it had become increasingly extraordinary.

Looking closely, one could perceive that this divine weapon, entwined with coiled dragon patterns, revealed a charm that would never be worn down by ten thousand Calamities.

The baleful aura that originally came from the Tiger Soul Fragment had also undergone a refining process, completely sinking into the interior of the Panlong Spear, blending like water and milk, inseparable.

And also~

Fang Longye flipped his palm, and the 'Zhanlong Sword' appeared in his hand; the thin blade was like a cicada's wing, and it still bore strange patterns on it.

Only, there were no more bloodstains within the patterns; it was clear and bright, outlined in the shape of dragon scales.

A sword hum suddenly rose, like a dragon's roar.

Like moonlight falling on cold frost, like snow congealing on branches, it was clear and cold; the sound entered the ears, simple and direct, containing a fierce intent that was drawn but not released.

The light revealed by the entire sword body was no longer blood-colored; instead, it was suffused with five-colored brilliance, possessing a spirit that had been tempered through much hardship and cleansed of all impurities.

Under the baptism of Yun Ting's Tribulation, this Superior Spiritual Treasure, which had been tempered and refined by Fang Longye's essence, energy, and spirit, and entangled in a hundred ways, had been completely refined by him.

Looking at this reborn divine sword, Qingli behind him had her beautiful eyes swirling with brilliant colors.

As she fed a spiritual fruit to Fang Longye, she exclaimed: "What a divine sword!" Then, her tone shifted, and she sighed: "It's just a bit of a pearl cast into darkness~"

Fang Longye laughed in spite of himself: "What, do you have your eye on this sword?"

"As a cultivator who uses a sword, who wouldn't like it?"

"Don't even think about it~" Fang Longye flicked the sword blade, the dragon roar continuous, "I only just finished refining it myself. This is a Superior Spiritual Treasure at the perfection level; it won't be outdated even when used at the Taiyi stage."

"If you really want me to replace it and give it to you, wait until I have attained the Great Dao of Daluo~"

"You should just focus on forging your own personal immortal sword!"

Although he did not practice Sword Dao, because this Superior Spiritual Treasure at the perfection level was completely refined by him while he was still at the True Immortal stage, it immediately became his strongest means, and he naturally valued it.

It could be said that this added a trump card to his arsenal.

"It seems I must find time to practice Sword Dao. After all, such a Superior Spiritual Treasure at the perfection level was completely refined by me while I was still at the True Immortal stage.

For a long time to come, I'm afraid it will be my strongest means; relying solely on the power of the Spiritual Treasure to fight is too wasteful," Fang Longye thought to himself.

Of course, his primary weapon would still be the Panlong Spear. However, being a master of both spear and sword, doesn't that sound quite cool? "Alright, Young Master~" Seeing Fang Longye reject her secret attempt, Qingli did not have any strong emotions.

After all, this was just a delusion of hers as someone who loved good swords.

"Why is it still called the Zhanlong Sword?"

She tilted her head and asked with a smile: "Young Master, have you not thought of a name for the sword yet?"

As the one closest to Fang Longye among his subordinates, she naturally understood his cultivation.

Fang Longye smiled and said, "Let's call it the Cai Xian Sword! A sword to judge immortals and gods~"

Of course, it also carries the meaning of slaying immortals as easily as cutting cloth~ After speaking.

Clang—

With a sword hum, the divine sword gave a light shake, looking exceptionally joyful.

Where the inscription on the hilt was, Divine Light swirled, and seal characters floated and sank; the two characters "Cai Xian" leaped upon it, replacing the original name "Zhan Long".

The information regarding this divine sword's true name in heaven and earth also changed as a result, and Cai Xian Sword became its only true name.

Putting away the Cai Xian Sword, Fang Longye blissfully tasted the spiritual fruit that Qingli brought to his lips.

Mmm, sweet and refreshing.

I really must thank that little sparrow, Yun Ting! Fang Longye thought to himself.

Not only did she bring him quite a few opportunities, but a single session of Dual Cultivation solved many problems in his cultivation.

It also gave him a deeper understanding of the path to Reverse Innate, and in the end, she even gave her whole self to him.

Looking at the thread lingering on his body that others could hardly see, Fang Longye moved his thoughts, and thousands of rays of light rose up.

In his view, this was just a kite string! No matter how high or far she flew, in the end, she would still have to fall into his palm.

It's just that he didn't know which big shot had treated her as a favor and gifted her to him.

There was nothing that made him suspicious; in his past life in the workplace, such things were a dime a dozen.

"Such a gift is truly a well-delivered favor." In his heart, Fang Longye couldn't help but praise the big shot's method of getting something for nothing.

As a first-generation Honghuang exotic beast that had successfully transformed, occupying the title of "number one" was naturally extraordinary.

Just like what he had seen before, the fortune that came after the adversity when Yun Ting successfully transformed.

Accepting such a beauty, to say nothing of other things, the blessing of fortune alone upon him could not be underestimated.

Moreover, some Honghuang exotic beasts, although they were merely of acquired origin, had mysterious special abilities that could even surpass innate beings.

Thinking of the devouring ability Yun Ting possessed after her successful transformation, Fang Longye was full of expectations for her.

"I wonder what true name the little sparrow will choose for the species she has transformed into?"

That's right, faced with this favor sent by an unknown big shot, Fang Longye naturally chose to accept it all, gladly receiving it.

As a beneficiary, he would not act hypocritically after gaining an advantage, talking about dirty methods or a dark world.

Regarding this, the old senior Xuanyuan Huangdi would likely have a lot in common with him.

Secret information about Xuanyuan Huangdi surfaced in his mind.

It was all imparted to him previously by Gu Huojin.

For people like them who were highly regarded as those with great fortune, not only would pies fall from the sky, but beauties would too.

Having three thousand concubines was never a result of the subjective initiative of that big shot.

Most of them, in the process of his rise, had each used their own methods to enter his harem.

To say something disrespectful, even Yinglong Laozu had thrown herself at him back then, hadn't she? He, Fang Longye, having such treatment was never the first person, nor would he be the last.

Each generation produces its own talents, each leading the way for hundreds of years.

Thinking of this, he smiled, then pulled Qingli over, and amidst her coy sounds, they disappeared into the nearby palace.

Fully displaying the flair of a talented person~

……

Three months later.

Motian Cliff.

In a palace within Longying Cave.

The tripod exhaled green smoke, curling like clouds.

Sunlight from all around shot inside, blurring into colorful patterns, clear and jade-pure.

Fang Longye sat on the Cloud Couch and instructed his subordinates below: "After Qingli and I leave later, matters inside and outside the Daoist temple shall be led by Ao Ying, with Jinghuan and Luming assisting. All of you, guard the house well; when this King returns, there will naturally be rewards."

"Rest assured, Great King, we will naturally be diligent and conscientious in guarding the temple, and there will never be the slightest slack."

"Great King, you can set your mind at ease for this trip to the Demon Master Mansion!"

"Great King,......"

They all patted their chests in assurance, the crowd filled with enthusiasm.

Seeing this, Fang Longye nodded and said, "That is good!"

After speaking, he took out the Yaofang Establishment Order sent by the old turtle, or rather, sent by that Jiao Mowang.

In Beiju Luzhou, establishing a Yaofang that is recognized and protected by the Demon Master Mansion naturally requires registration and other matters at the Demon Master Mansion.

After all, strictly speaking, the Demon Workshop Master is already considered an official member of the Demon Master Mansion.

Therefore, besides proving one's identity, this Yaofang Establishment Order has another function: to open a spatial passage leading directly to the Demon Master Mansion.

Because of this, obtaining a Yaofang Establishment Order is simply a great opportunity for the demon immortals of Beiju Luzhou.

Having prepared everything, Fang Longye activated the bronze-colored Yaofang Establishment Order in his hand.

A melodious sound of the Dao resonated, and layers of halos spread in all directions, circle after circle.

Then, vast and mighty cloud energy was derived, turning into exquisite Dao talismans that fell to the ground from time to time, making a clinking sound and creating layers of ripples.

A mottled bronze portal appeared before Fang Longye.

Then, the sound of gears turning came, and the portal gradually opened, revealing a colorful halo and layers of scenes that could not be seen clearly.

With no warning of danger, Fang Longye did not hesitate; he took Qingli and leaped inside.

As the two entered, the scene of the portal in the hall gradually faded from thick to thin, and finally disappeared.

Only the lingering echoes remained, lasting for a long time.

Nearly five thousand words~ I was lying on the bed in the evening, typing on my phone, and fell asleep while writing; it should have been published after two o'clock.

(End of this chapter)