[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy":3,"chapter-this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-115":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","This High Martial World Is Too Crazy",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2301003,4500,"Chapter 115: Sacrificial Artifact","this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-115",115,"\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Fang Can stamped down on the man’s head, he felt a burst of earthy stench.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hard ground bore the imprint of his even harder skull, the entire head sinking into the soil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘This is too much! Absolutely too much!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man strained desperately to lift his body, but the foot on his head felt like a celestial pillar, impossible to resist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Huh? Still resisting?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice of surprise came from above, then continued: ‘Then first strip him naked, break his limbs, and hang him up.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, he felt himself seized by the surrounding devotees; amid a series of snapping sounds, his limbs were precisely twisted apart in searing pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When his vision returned, he was stripped bare, hanging from a flag like a sun doll, slung sideways in midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Can turned his head toward the man who had first stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw that the man’s face, after taking Fang Can’s punch, had caved in completely, brain matter oozing from both ears—yet he still lived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Huh, should I say warriors have stubborn lifespans? Still alive after that?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Can smiled as he watched each challenger stripped naked and hung from the flagpoles, the earlier aura of menace completely dissipated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked to where Wan Chenyu’s broadsword had been left, and grasped the hilt with his right hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With slight effort, he pulled the entire broadsword from the earth—it weighed no more than a hundred or so jin, nothing like the crushing weight he’d just faced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The broadsword was over four feet long; now, a lifelike golden dragon coiled along its blade, head raised, eyes blazing, faintly radiating fury and majesty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hilt was crafted from premium black sandalwood, inlaid with rings of gold thread, hard yet smooth to the touch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Held in hand, it felt both steady and comfortable; golden silk wrapped around the grip, echoing the dragon motif on the blade, the pommel carved into the shape of a dragon’s tail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gazing at the broadsword forged from unknown black gold, Fang Can recalled Wan Chenyu’s earlier power with it, and his grip on the hilt tightened instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, he felt his right arm grow heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The broadsword’s weight instantly multiplied by at least tenfold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the golden threads of the hilt, the golden dragon on the blade came alive, glowing with golden light that spread until the entire edge blazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘This…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Can pondered, gradually increasing the pressure in his right arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He soon realized that as his grip tightened, both the broadsword’s weight and the blade’s temperature rose steadily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the added weight, Fang Can’s legs slowly sank into the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, when he gripped the hilt with all his strength, the broadsword’s weight neared fifty tons, as if all his power pressed upon it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling the scorching wind lash his face, the surrounding warriors fixed their gazes upon him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Good.’ Fang Can gripped the broadsword tightly and turned to Li Xiangyang. ‘Hey, what’s this thing? Looks pretty unusual.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Xiangyang, stripped and hanging, remained silent, clearly unwilling to answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Tell me, and I’ll let you down early. Otherwise, you stay hanging.’ Fang Can threatened, certain the man would speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fellow had been reasonable before; now that he was captured, a little better treatment wouldn’t hurt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After this explanation, Li Xiangyang finally spoke: ‘This is a sacrificial artifact, forged by a Heaven-Ascension warrior from their own lineage.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Sacrificial artifact?’ Fang Can stared down at the broadsword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘After a warrior enters the Heaven-Ascension path, according to the quantity of their soul-light, they may manifest a corresponding lineage.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Xiangyang said: ‘Most warriors channel their soul-light into themselves, gaining abilities beyond ordinary men; a few choose to imprint their soul-light onto external objects, granting special power to their weapons.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘We collectively call these weapons sacrificial artifacts.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Wan’s broadsword here was forged by his uncle, and after his uncle died in an accident, the clan passed it to him.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Since his uncle was a Second Transformation powerhouse, this Black Gold Dragon Blade holds two lineages: one is Sky-Pressing, the other is Crimson Flame, enhancing the blade’s weight and temperature.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having associated with Wan Chenyu, Li Xiangyang had heard him boast about this sacrificial artifact daily, like a fisherman showing off his catch—until he knew every detail by heart, and now he laid it all out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘But… aren’t you from Jiejian Mountain? How don’t you know about sacrificial artifacts?’ Li Xiangyang asked instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What’s so special about Jiejian Mountain that you must know this?’ Fang Can retorted instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘You’re the experts on sacrificial artifacts—every disciple leaves their artifact within the mountain after death.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Who doesn’t know your Jiejian Mountain holds more sacrificial artifacts than you can count on two hands? At least dozens are planted in the Sword Grave behind the mountain, and pseudo-artifacts? Countless.’ Li Xiangyang spoke as if stating obvious truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You are the experts in ritual vessels; after each disciple passes away, they leave their ritual vessel within the mountain gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who doesn’t know that your Jiejian Mountain has more ritual vessels than one can count on both hands, with at least dozens planted in the sword graveyard at the back mountain, and counterfeit ritual vessels beyond counting? Li Xiangyang said as if it were obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this, Li Xiangyang stared at Fang Can with suspicion—how could a Jiejian Mountain disciple not know about sacrificial artifacts?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d already suspected why a female sect like Jiejian Mountain would stand up for Fang Can—there had to be a hidden reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if sensing his thoughts, Fang Can rolled his eyes: ‘If you spent this time training to Xuanguan Ninth Layer, you’d know nothing either.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, Li Xiangyang’s suspicion vanished instantly—the Tianji Tower never lied; this freak had truly reached this state in two months.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought made his teeth ache with envy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Comparing people killed him—he, Li family’s second young master, was a genius, at least one in a hundred thousand—and yet he couldn’t even withstand one of this man’s moves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, stripped and bound to the pole, he begged: ‘Hey, put me down first! Wan Chenyu’s caravan’s coming soon—I can’t be seen like this!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Caravan?’ Fang Can waved his hand, signaling his men to lower Li Xiangyang; his gaze turned toward the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several miles away, a vast caravan of at least several thousand people approached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the dust kicked up by the caravan, faintly came the high wail of suona horns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Interesting. Did he hire his own funeral band in advance?’ Fang Can chuckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His original plan to return to the sedan was abandoned; he leapt lightly and sat crosswise atop it, gazing at the approaching caravan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Yonglie and the others, having finished tidying up, also noticed the distant procession; after guessing its significance, they too turned their eyes toward it with amusement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Wan Chenyu slowly regained consciousness, his face throbbing with pain, his vision pitch-black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his keen ears caught the distant suona horns—his own caravan’s sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, a wave of terror rose from his heart!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his keen ears had already caught the distant sound of suona horns—his own caravan’s signal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next moment, a sense of dread rose from the depths of his heart!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1208,"2026-06-20T07:05:46.054Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","51002595ca1c7833bd694679436e67a2a25a0fde8144d7f17fcc94eeb1ae2056","this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-116","this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-114",368,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthis-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-cover.jpg"]