A life of clearness

Chapter 397 Not That Terrible

"Mother?" a childish voice sounded.

The woman covered the child's ignorant eyes with one hand: "Don't look."

If you have never seen the prosperity of a high position, you will not suffer from being trapped in desolation.

The vast wasteland needs monks to mine mineral veins, and these tasks cannot be handed over to the promising geniuses in the sect. Therefore, those mediocre monks who are born with poor aptitude and may spend their entire lives building foundation pills are like ants, digging rare minerals in exchange for meager Phoenix stones to supply the needs of cultivation. And these hundreds of years of life, day after day, year after year, are just consumed in the endless wilderness. When the monks in the wasteland combine with each other and give birth to offspring, they are also mediocre, so the cycle repeats from generation to generation.

It is too difficult to break out of this cycle.

If that's the case, it's better not to watch it. I've never seen it before, so I have no way to compare it.

……

Daohen and others who were high above him naturally didn't pay attention to the so-called feelings of those people in the market. The small black dots of the market they passed by on the road were no different from the black dots formed by the accumulation of weeds.

Rong Qing watched the terrain of the barren plain gradually slope downward. Calculating the time, she thought they should be almost there at the secret realm where Shanchui Pavilion was located.

"This basin is the abandoned secret realm." After saying that, Daohen's loud voice came from the flying boat to the outside: "It's me, Daohen."

The invisible restriction opened a passage for the flying boat to enter. On the surface, this huge basin did not change at all.

The fish-shaped flying boat smoothly followed the passage into the secret realm.

Rong Qing and her two senior brothers walked out of the flying boat and looked around the huge basin.

The air here is filled with fire poison, but there are still tenacious plants surviving here. The thick branches of the plants closest to Daohen and the other four are gray-brown, with dark red eyes all over them, and huge light green flowers on the top.

Different kinds of fire-attribute plants are spread out one after another, which is a spectacular sight.

The attendant in charge of the secret realm's prohibitions came forward to pay his respects. Daohen went to handle the formalities, and when he came back, he led Rong Qing and the other two directly through the teleportation array to the workshop where Master Yamabuki was. He also knew that Rong Qing and the others had no interest in enjoying the scenery, and that creating a magic weapon that suited them was the key to their trip.

"Ninety percent of Master's workshop is underground." Daohen led the way in front. This road was specially open to outsiders, so there was no secret to hide.

On both sides of the long corridor were models of magic weapons, some ferocious and some exquisite, some shining brightly and some plain and simple.

"Some of these are works designed by the master himself in the past, and some are imitations."

"This is one of Master's early works. More mature ones are still to come."

Rong Qing couldn't figure out what was going on, but Zhizheng was watching it quite seriously.

"Master Yamabuki is quite good at refining equipment." Rong Qing heard the comment from Tian Xia Di Yi: "Her style was relatively simple in her early years, but now... she has absorbed a lot of strengths from other spiritual world equipment."

Huh? Rong Qing paused at a certain point.

When Rong Qing stopped, the others also stopped.

They were now at the end of the corridor, and the styles and types of the hanging magic weapon models varied.

"I like this bow very much." Rong Qing said with a smile.

"..." Number One Under Heaven coughed lightly: "It doesn't have to be so corny."

However, others do not know the reason.

"Young friend Yu Rong, you probably don't recognize this bow?" Daohen said, "This bow is called the Demon-Breaking Bow. It was originally owned by Daojun Guangchen. Later, Daojun Guangchen died and the whereabouts of the Demon-Breaking Bow were unknown. This was imitated by Master based on the contents of the jade slips that were handed down. Even an imitation would consume a lot of rare resources and materials, so Master only made a model."

The longbow, as tall as a person, was flawless in snow color. Even though it was just a model, it gave people a sense of antiquity. Because this bow type was very old, it rarely appeared in the current cultivation world.

"If you are interested in bows, our Shanchui Pavilion also has many bow-related magic weapons suitable for the Spiritual Transformation Realm. I remember that there is a chapter dedicated to bows in the Juntian Dao inheritance." Daohen smiled and glanced at Zhizheng. With his knowledge, he knew that this was not surprising. "The Juntian Dao inheritance is extremely rich. I really can't learn it in a short time." Rong Qing smiled and sighed, and declined: "If there is a chance, I will definitely ask Shanchui Pavilion to help make it."

Daohen smiled and said, "That's easy to say."

He stretched out his hand and pushed open the door, revealing a huge reception room: "We will wait here, you can go in by yourself."

Rong Qing nodded and stepped into the teleportation array.

With a flash of light, the person was teleported deep underground.

……

The temperature in the air soared, and even the light became distorted in such a hot place.

Waves of heat burned her body, but with the robes protecting her, the high temperature had no effect on her.

Rong Qing looked respectful and bowed towards the front.

"Yu Rong, a disciple of Elder Xuan Yi, greets Master Yamabuki."

"No need to be so polite." A voice like that of a little girl came from the depths of the darkness.

Rong Qing was slightly surprised, but her expression did not change at all.

"You are able to be so close to the strange fire without any discomfort. You are really good among the generation of gods."

A girl in pink walked out from the darkness, with two pigtails tied to her chest with colored threads. Apart from that, she had no other ornaments on her body.

She was called a girl, but judging by her height and rather childish face, she looked more like a little girl. But her eyes were filled with calmness, letting people know that within this thin body was a mature and powerful consciousness.

This is Master Yamabuki, who is famous throughout the Qinghang world and recognized by many great monks as the best weapon refiner!
For some reason, Rong Qing suddenly thought of what Dao Hen said.

No wonder every weapon refiner would create his own unique weapon refinement tool set. Look at the snow-white little hand stretched out from Master Yamabuki's sleeve, which is only half the size of Rong Qing's hand. The hand shape alone is not compatible with most weapon refinement tools.

"Master Yamabuki, you are too kind." Rong Qing said modestly.

"I received a message from Daohen. Did Daoist Master Juntian ask you to come to my place to forge a magic weapon?"

"Exactly."

"Have you thought of a magic weapon of your choice?"

"Flying magic weapon."

"Another flying magic weapon?" Shanchui seemed to laugh and walked closer to Rong Qing.

Seeing this, Rong Qing bent down even deeper because Yamabuki was too petite.

"I heard that you came up with the method of turbulence racing to distribute the resources issued by the Supreme Realm. Is it true that you want to build this flying magic weapon just for turbulence racing?"

There was nothing to hide, so Rong Qing simply agreed.

Yamabuki didn't say anything for a moment, but just cast his gaze on Rongqing's chest.

Ok?
Rong Qing naturally noticed it keenly, and did not feel uncomfortable because of Yamabuki's direct gaze, because she could sense that Yamabuki's gaze did not contain any evil thoughts, but was just probing.

(End of this chapter)