Chapter 293: Forging Weapons on the Immortal Mountain

Morning light broke the dawn, piercing through ten thousand acres of mist and dust.

In the courtyard beneath the main peak of the Health Preservation Mi Jing, Longhu Longhu Dandan slowly opened his eyes; his expression was calm, with only his two long eyebrows flicking up and down.

"In just over ten days, he comprehended the Python-Tiger Staff... how long did this old man take back then?"

Longhu Longhu Dandan stroked his long beard, the corners of his mouth unable to help but curl up.

"Unmatched through the ages, Wan Wan Zhuliu!"

He rose and paced, still unable to suppress the laughter in his heart.

Two hundred years, or even pushing back several centuries, the one with the deepest talent under heaven was undoubtedly Wan Wan Zhuliu; at merely sixty years of age, he had ascended to the Di Shen Xian Jing, and a single mouthful of the Fumo Dragon God Blade has intimidated the world ever since.

The predecessors cannot be compared, and the successors are also hard to catch up to.

"Heaven blesses our Longhu Temple!"

Longhu Longhu Dandan ultimately could not hold back, laughing loudly a few times, his mood extremely good.

Although that was not his own disciple, so what?

As the Longhu Long Daozhu, all sect members are his disciples!

"Unmatched through the ages... the only hidden worry is the Split-Sea Black Whale Hammer."

Longhu Longhu Dandan narrowed his eyes slightly.

When he glimpsed Li Yuan's roots, he already knew who was the master of the Split-Sea Black Whale Hammer; the Daoist Tianyun Daoist Tianyun Xuanbing possesses spirit and would naturally not overlook talent of the unmatched-through-the-ages level.

He did not even need to verify it.

"Senior brother is in a good mood?"

At this moment, a voice came from outside the door; Nie Xianshan, his face full of suspicion, hurried over, flicked his whisk, and narrowed his eyes.

"I had a good dream last night."

Longhu Longhu Dandan coughed lightly and reined in his smile.

"Is that so?"

Nie Xianshan frowned, greatly disbelieving in his heart.

This old fellow has had a look of deep grievance and hatred since childhood, and the older he gets, the deeper he becomes.

The last time he laughed out loud seemed to be when he received the transmission of the 'Longhu Shan Xuan Jing', right?

"You are going down the mountain?"

Longhu Longhu Dandan asked, changing the subject.

"Mm, Wan Chuan should be arriving soon; this poor Daoist must go out to welcome him."

Bringing up the main matter, Nie Xianshan could only temporarily suppress his doubts; for this divine weapon, he had traveled tirelessly for decades, treating it very seriously.

In the past, even if it were elders or sect masters from other Qitadao Sects, he would have been too lazy to go welcome them.

"It does no harm to be thorough with propriety."

Longhu Longhu Dandan nodded, then asked again: "Has there been any word from Fang Chao Tong?"

"The demons of the Xieshen Sect are always stubborn; what else could there be to say?"

Nie Xianshan snorted coldly: "In my opinion, he should just be killed."

"Killing him is naturally necessary, but we must still ask clearly. These past years, I have sometimes felt uneasy."

Longhu Longhu Dandan pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Go."

Nie Xianshan waved his hand; he did not want to deal with such trivial matters, as he was not the Long Daozhu.

"Go ahead."

Watching him leave, Longhu Longhu Dandan pondered slightly, then slowly walked out the door.

Beneath the main peak lies the Longhu Tower, where many disciples are still attempting to conquer the tower.

Longhu Longhu Dandan walked slowly forward, but those present seemed to notice nothing; even when passing right by them, no one discovered him.

"This furnace is also not at peace."

Sensing slightly, Longhu Longhu Dandan entered the tower; the Longhu Tower is the central hub, a trial tower, and also a place to imprison experts of the evil path.

On the third floor underground, in a damp and dark cage, Fang Chao Tong sat cross-legged; his face was ashen, and his qi was nearly non-existent.

In another cage not far away, Lin Lin Chonghu lay on his back facing the sky, covered in weeds; his blood transformation was not yet fully accomplished, requiring spiritual pills for nourishment daily; now cut off from supplies for many days, his body was emaciated to the bone, and his qi was almost about to sever.

"Swish!"

At a certain moment, Fang Chao Tong opened his eyes; his gaze remained violent and cold:

"Longhu Longhu Dandan!"

"Longhu Longhu Dandan?!"

"Old bald donkey, return my divine blade!"

"Hahaha, old beast, do you dare kill me?!"

Fang Chao Tong shouted coldly, and the third floor underground instantly boiled; within the dark prison, ghost fires seemed to ignite, and eyes full of resentment and poison gathered.

"Unaware of death."

Longhu Longhu Dandan lightly rebuked, and the underground prison instantly fell silent; Lin Lin Chonghu struggled to lift his head, his heart filled with horror.

"Junior brother Nie spoke correctly; those who should be killed indeed should be killed."

Longhu Longhu Dandan's muttering was loud enough for every prisoner in the prison to hear; he arrived before Fang Chao Tong's cage.

Inside the steel cage, Fang Chao Tong's eyes were cold and fierce:

"Longhu Longhu Dandan, you have finally come!"

Longhu Longhu Dandan's expression was peaceful, his tone faint: "Do you believe that if this old man wanted to kill you, neither the Living Stranger's Appearance nor the Dead Man's Stele could save you?"

"You..."

Fang Chao's eyes darted away as if stung; his voice was hoarse yet still cold and fierce:

"Whether it be the imperial court or the Qitadao Sect powers, none will allow your Longhu Temple to possess two Daoist Tianyun Daoist Tianyun Xuanbing. Those who break the balance will be attacked by all!"

Daoist Tianyun Daoist Tianyun Xuanbing are the pillars of a sect; the reason the Wudadao Sect has flourished through the ages is because they wield Daoist Tianyun Xuanbing, standing firm against wind and rain without falling.

"So, I should let you take the Liehai Xuanwei Hammer?"

Long Long Daozhu let out a dry laugh: "Wan Wan Zhuliu has already obtained a second Daoist Tianyun Xuanbing."

"The imperial court is different; even the most powerful dynasty will eventually perish, but the Dao Sects can endure forever."

A sneer flashed across Fang Chao's face:

"Besides, that is Wan Wan Zhuliu."

"Pfft!"

Before the words hit the ground, Fang Chao felt stars spinning in his eyes; he spat a mouthful of reverse blood and collapsed onto the floor.

"The bones are indeed hard."

Watching Fang Chao fall asleep on the spot, Long Long Daozhu felt no anger; instead, his mood was strangely good.

Although he was not Wan Wan Zhuliu, but...

Narrowing his eyes slightly and suppressing the upward curve of his lips, Long Long Daozhu turned and looked at Lin Lin Chonghu. The latter was clearly inferior to Fang Chao; under his gaze, he could not help but tremble all over.

Without waiting for a question, he poured out everything he knew like beans from a bamboo tube.

"Is it only for the Liehai Xuanwei Hammer?"

In the dim prison, Long Long Daozhu murmured to himself: "It's that spiritual turtle again. What exactly does that beast want to do?"

"Tiger Form Awakens the Divine, Yuan Python Swallows the Stars, Snake Form Eight Transformations—these are three superior Ton Qi Gong?"

Inside the room, Li Yuan slowly opened his eyes. This method of transmitting skills was novel; with his eyes closed, he could see those three Ton Qi Gong and ten ancient books.

With his vision, he could tell that these three Ton Qi Gong had an implicit connection to the previous three, seemingly capable of combining into a higher-level Ton Qi Gong.

Four superior Ton Qi Gong...

"Supreme Art Ton Qi Gong?"

He had taken on the job of that top-grade famous blade for nearly half a year; he needed to hurry up.

"Spiritual Pills, ah, spiritual pills."

Daoist Li felt somewhat troubled.

The Great Perfection of Ten Thousand Blades Spiritual Dragon Body had exhausted his Golden Body and Jade Body Pills; now he only had one Hua Jiao Pill left.

Although ordinary pills were not lacking, after tasting spiritual pills, swallowing ordinary ones created too great a gap.

Late night.

Li Yuan slept fully clothed, and his snoring gradually rose.

The little tiger cub slipped in from outside the door, sensed slightly, and blew out a few strands of purple Qi.

Buzz~

In his sleep, Li Yuan felt a slight tremor in his heart; following the familiar fluctuation, he entered the Bronze Tower Divine Realm.

"Withstand ten blade strikes, one spiritual pill."

Words appeared on the stone tablet.

"Ten blades?"

Li Yuan rubbed his fists, picked up the hammer, and stepped into the Bronze Tower.

Hearing the tide-like sound of blades, his internal Qi surged around him, transforming into a ferocious Thunder Dragon. As he swung the long hammer, the Thunder Dragon roared angrily, tearing through the river of blade Qi.

"Enhance!"

With a stride, Li Yuan activated the General's Talisman; aside from the Liehai Xuanwei Hammer, the six Liu Kou Zhong were enhanced upon his body.

Boom!

Boom!

The sound of violent collision echoed through the Bronze Tower.

At the tower's peak, the woman in white robes watched the battle intently. She saw the Thunder Dragon roaring, soaring within the river of blade Qi. After swallowing the Ten Thousand Blades Spiritual Dragon, this Thunder Dragon's form could now withstand the crushing slaughter of the blade Qi.

Roaming within it, it was truly like a flood dragon stirring the rivers.

"Ten blades!"

A shallow blade sound swept across. Li Yuan spun his body; the Thunder Dragon whipped its tail, blocking the decapitating strike. The heavy hammer glowed and, like a meteor, smashed toward the figure shrouded in divine light, resembling a god or demon.

Bang!

Facing Li Yuan's heavy hammer strike, the Long Daozhu raised his left hand and Take the weight of the heavy hammer with perfect precision. His right hand turned, and the hammer handle snapped instantly; he reversed his grip and slashed down with a blade.

Buzz!

This strike seemed no different from before, but at the moment of the slash, Li Yuan felt his vision go black.

Not just his vision; in that instant, his heart trembled violently, losing all perception of the outside world. Though it lasted only a moment, when he opened his eyes again, he saw only a headless body shattered by the blade light.

"Twelve blades!"

Inside the room, Li Yuan slowly sat up, rubbing his brow:

"This can only block twelve blades? With familiarity, perhaps I could withstand a few more..."

"At most fifteen blades!"

Li Yuan rested for a while. Going from blocking five blades to blocking fifteen was a significant improvement, but it truly did not make him happy.

He had originally estimated he could withstand at least a hundred blades.

"That Divine Realm is inferior to the Xuanwei Mi Jing; my body-hardening advantage cannot be fully displayed. However... I can't win. Truly, I can't win."

Li Yuan felt his teeth ache.

After another while, he closed his eyes and, following the guidance, entered that Bronze Tower Mi Jing.

"Before Hundred Beasts Mountain, three li east, in a cave covered with vines, lies a discarded alchemy furnace containing a 'Furious Qi Pill'; consuming it can increase internal Qi..."

In Hundred Beasts Mountain again?

Gazing at the words on the stone stele, Li Yuan fell into deep thought; he felt something was strange.