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Chapter 633 A Penny as a Sword
Within the Six Realms, only demons are immortal and indestructible, and there is no concept of reincarnation.

Zi Xuan might be able to reunite with Xu Changqing by giving up everything in her current life and reincarnating to start anew. After all, ordinary people experience separation and death, but for immortals, reincarnation doesn't bring any changes.

“I’m afraid Changqing won’t be able to find me.”

"If you can find him, of course he can find you. When the time comes, he can guide you in cultivating immortality so you can live forever."

Tan Wenjie was definitely not a good comforter. Seeing Zixuan hesitate, he just wanted to turn around and leave.

Moreover, he couldn't avoid the battle with Chonglou two days later; they would have to fight again eventually. He needed to prepare in advance to avoid being beaten up by Chonglou.

"If you've made up your mind, you can go directly to the Ghost Realm to find the guards of the Cold Marrow Spring."

After saying that, Tan Wenjie rode the train, its tail trailing flames, and flew into the sky, disappearing without a trace.

Inside the Nuwa Temple, Zixuan stared blankly in the direction Tan Wenjie had left.

"Mother-in-law, what do you think I should do?" Zixuan asked.

Puppet Granny: "It depends on your choice."

She has accompanied the descendants of Nuwa for hundreds or thousands of years and is used to their tendency to be love-struck. The difference is that Zixuan's love-struckness is more serious, to the point that she would harm her own daughter.

Emotionally speaking, she did not want Zixuan to be reincarnated. Although the descendants of Nuwa were powerful, they were not supreme gods and could not truly control reincarnation. Otherwise, Zixuan would not have traveled all over the world to find her man's reincarnation.

Rationally speaking, she hoped that Lin Qing'er could grow up healthily. The child had been in an infant state for decades. With Zi Xuan as a precedent, the puppet mother-in-law believed that as long as she took good care of her, she would not raise Lin Qing'er to be love-obsessed.

“If I give my inner core to Changqing, it can help him become an immortal,” Zixuan said. “If he comes looking for me then, I will go with him.”

Everyone dies eventually, but with Tan Wenjie's help, the outcome might be better.

……

Sword Tomb: A thousand years ago, this place was the former palace of the Jiang Kingdom. Later, a wandering hermit from the Nine Provinces encountered a divine opportunity, comprehended the way of the sword, and experienced the supreme sword energy. He then settled in the ruins of the Jiang Kingdom and renamed it Sword Tomb.

Is he a hermit of the Nine Provinces or a master swordsmith?

In order not to waste materials, Tan Wenjie brought the evil sword immortal he had captured, the demon-suppressing sword, and many other materials and ores to the sword tomb, all in order to forge some usable divine weapons.

It doesn't matter if the power is insufficient. Even if they are all basic divine weapons, you can still earn the money yourself. The materials are all picked up for free.

Upon entering, one is greeted by a crisscrossing aura of sword energy.

[Sword Forging Furnace: A sword forging furnace made using special techniques, said to have once forged a demonic sword.]

[Sword forging recipes available: Shu Mountain Flying Sword (White), Shu Mountain Flying Sword (Blue), Demon Sword (Red)...]

Tan Wenjie dragged out the Evil Sword Immortal, who had shed the ethereal and otherworldly appearance of Daoist Qingwei and transformed into a gaunt, red-haired old ghost.

Upon seeing Tan Wenjie, the Evil Sword Immortal immediately shouted, "I have no grudge against you, why are you trying to capture me!"

Before he could even unleash his full potential and conquer the world, he was captured. The Evil Sword Immortal felt very wronged.

Tan Wenjie didn't say anything, he just added materials into the furnace.

The Evil Sword Immortal shouted anxiously, "I promise you that I will never do evil again. You can lock me in the Demon Locking Tower."

However, they still didn't get a reply from Tan Wenjie. Instead, they saw Tan Wenjie kick out a flaming wheel. The flames on it seemed to have a spirit, and they actually condensed into a dancing fire dragon, which circled around the sword furnace.

"I……"

Tan Wenjie threw the Evil Sword Immortal into the furnace, too lazy to listen to his rambling.

The flames surged violently after the Evil Sword Immortal was thrown in.

He pulled the little zombie out, tossed it the banana leaf fan, and instructed it, "Take good care of the furnace."

The little zombie already had experience tending the furnace, so now it just chirped and nodded, not feeling bored at all but rather quite interested.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye, and the divine weapon forged using the Evil Sword Immortal as its material was born.

【Abyssal Evil Sword: A peculiar evil sword crafted using special techniques. It has 100% Abyssal Corruption, increases damage by 100%, and inflicts 10 random negative status effects when wielded.】

Tan Wenjie grabbed the Abyss Evil Sword.

You have been infected with the "Burning" status.

You have been infected with the "Poisoned" status.

You have acquired the "Corruption" status.

[You get...]

The little zombie next to him only saw Tan Wenjie's body emitting different eerie halos, and his body was subjected to various impacts.

Health, mana, and stamina are all being consumed rapidly, but because Tan Wenjie possesses extremely strong recovery abilities, his values ​​are rapidly decreasing and rapidly increasing at the same time, making them very unstable.

He dropped the Abyss Evil Sword.

You have been corrupted by the abyss. You seem to be being watched by something. Your next "Secret Realm" will automatically be on Abyss difficulty.

Tan Wenjie: "..."

This sword is poisoned.

Seal it up, and from now on, if you see someone you don't like, just draw your sword and shove it into their hand.

The appointed time for Tan Wenjie and Chonglou's battle has arrived.

The mortal realm couldn't withstand their antics, so Chonglou invited Tan Wenjie to the new immortal realm.

A thousand years ago, he fought a great battle with the divine general Fei Peng in the New Immortal Realm, and it was in that battle that he lost his best opponent forever.

Above the floating fairy island, Tan Wenjie held the Zhaodan Divine Sword in one hand and gazed at Chonglou from afar.

In a daze, Chonglou mistakenly thought he saw Feipeng, but after blinking and looking again, he realized it was just an illusion. He missed Feipeng too much.

“Before, we couldn’t fully unleash our power,” Chonglou said. “Now, however, we can have a good fight.”

"I also want to try out the power of the new equipment."

Tan Wenjie activated his three heads and six arms: one head was an angry demon-subduing face, another head was calm as usual, and the third head had a burning fire mark between its eyebrows and flowing red hair.

Thor's hammer, the golden cudgel, the golden bow, the black Rakshasa vajra, the sword of enlightenment, and the Ruyi scepter were all held in his hands.

Various titles unleash their power, stirring up wind and thunder.

After their eyes met, Tan Wenjie took the initiative to attack, with Storm and Thunder closely following behind him.

Chonglou only saw Tan Wenjie wielding his divine weapon, with dark clouds rapidly gathering in the sky and a chilling storm reflecting off his weapon.

The angry roar reached me amidst the rolling thunder and howling wind, and I could feel a faint tingling sensation on my skin.

"Hahaha!" Chonglou was not surprised but delighted. The majestic three-headed, six-armed god general made him feel excited.

When the Flaming Blood Blade was brought into the fray, the fierce impact caused Chonglou to stagger backward. His two fists were no match for six hands. While the Golden Cudgel was struggling against the Flaming Blood Blade, the hammer, the Zhaodan Divine Sword, and others had already launched a series of attacks.

The hammer slammed into the breastplate, colliding head-on with the Demon Lord's body.

However, Chonglou's counterattack was also extremely fast. He deflected the golden cudgel and slashed at Tan Wenjie's arm with his sword. The force of the recoil made his body tremble slightly.

He was well aware of the extent of Tan Wenjie's troubles. He knew that simply defending without attacking would only make him weaker, but if he attacked, he would be hit by the combined force of the rebound.

Weapons clashed, light and shadow intertwined, and the new immortal realm was completely enveloped by the constant bursts of impact.

Fortunately, the space here is large enough to support their fight without fear of harming innocent people.

Tick.

Blood trickled from Tan Wenjie's fingertips. He and Chonglou had been fighting for an unknown amount of time, and his hand holding the Zhaodan Divine Sword felt slippery, making it difficult to grip the divine weapon.

The opposing Demon Lord wasn't in great shape either, but he became more and more energetic as the fight progressed.

"I never imagined there could be someone like you in this world," Chonglou exclaimed.

Magic, martial arts, and so on—it seems that Tan Wenjie has cultivated all the abilities he possesses to the highest level. His body is even more surprising to Chonglou, who is a demon. Apart from not being immortal, it is not much inferior to that of a demon in other aspects.

"Take a break?" Tan Wenjie gripped his weapon tightly.

He was certain that Chonglou was still not using his full strength, always feeling that he was just a little short. In the past, Tan Wenjie would have already used his familiar methods to drag the enemy into a war of attrition, and then buried the edge of the divine sword into the opponent's head.

"Enough." Chonglou stopped, quite satisfied with the battle. "If you come with me to the Demon Realm, you will become even stronger."

“Then forget it.” Tan Wenjie refused without even thinking. “I’m living a very comfortable life and I don’t want to suffer.”

Chonglou turned and vanished in a flash of light.

"That's it? Where's the prize? That's so stingy. Wait a minute, something's not right."

Tan Wenjie suddenly realized something was wrong; the flow of time in this world was abnormal—a day in heaven was a thousand years on earth. This was evident from the fact that when Jing Tian returned to the Heavenly Court, the celestial officials mistakenly believed he hadn't yet been demoted and reincarnated.

Characters like Chonglou and Xiyao possess abilities unaffected by the flow of time, but Tan Wenjie cannot.

Returning to the human world, I witnessed the vicissitudes of life, where everything had changed and people were no longer the same.

He took out the Heaven and Earth Twin Pearls.

"go!"

It's just a time difference; he can travel through time, so there's no problem at all.

……

Xin'an Pawnshop.

Zixuan came to visit Jingtian specifically; she had made up her mind.

Perhaps abandoning everything you have now and being reincarnated would lead to a better outcome than sticking to your current beliefs.

"This is what you are doing?"

Zi Xuan looked at Hong Kui and Lan Kui in surprise. The two of them had actually separated, and it seemed that they had regained their physical bodies.

“It’s Chonglou,” Jingtian said. “He insisted on fighting me a while ago, saying he wasn’t satisfied, and then he rescued Xiaokui.”

Zixuan nodded gently: "That's good. Where's Xuejian?"

“She…” Jing Tian said somewhat embarrassedly, “She is pregnant and is resting in her room.”

"What rest?!" The voice preceded the person's arrival.

Tang Xuejian walked over and exclaimed in surprise, "Sister Zixuan!"

Now that Jing Tian has abandoned his sword and sheathed his blade, he has returned to seclusion in the bustling city, spending his life with the person he loves. Isn't that a kind of carefree and unrestrained life?

Zixuan did not tell them her decision, but she wondered, "What about Master Tan? He made a duel with Chonglou a few years ago, but he disappeared after that."

“Brother Jie?” Jing Tian shook his head. “I don’t know either, but Chonglou definitely doesn’t know where he went, otherwise he wouldn’t have come looking for me. Maybe he’s hiding from Chonglou.”

Zixuan nodded: "Master Tan is highly skilled in magic, and there are not many people in the world who can hurt him."

“Yes,” Jing Tian agreed. “Brother Jie must be traveling the world, living a carefree life.”

As he spoke, a longing was evident in his eyes, but it quickly vanished when his gaze fell upon Tang Xuejian, Long Kui, and the others.

He abandoned his sword and sheathed his blade, returning to the bustling city to find true freedom.

……

Tan Wenjie tapped the beads together, one in each hand, making a clanging sound.

"Is this Yuzhou City?"

It was completely different from the Yuzhou City he remembered, and why Jingtian's Xin'an Pawnshop had turned back into Yong'an Pawnshop.

It's impossible for someone to have traveled too far in time.

"Hey hey hey."

A smirking laugh came from inside Yong'an Pawnshop, and a young man walked out.

He had a somewhat reckless and roguish air about him.

"Sir, are you here to pawn something?"

Tan Wenjie: "You are... Jing Tian?"

"You've heard of my name?" Jing Tian asked in surprise, then cleared his throat. "Ahem, that's right, I'm the big boss of Yong'an Pawnshop..."

"Cough cough." Someone coughed from behind.

He immediately changed his words: "...Jing Tian, ​​the top employee under the big boss."

Tan Wenjie already knew where he had come from. It seemed that the Heavenly Sun Divine Pearl, which allowed him to travel through time, had also changed the space around him. This was the TV series version of Chinese Paladin 3.

As for why he was so sure, two people, one fat and one thin, followed Jing Tian out.

In the distance, Tang Xuejian could be seen baring her teeth and claws, and seemed to particularly enjoy eating Liuliumei plums.

"Sir?" Seeing that Tan Wenjie remained silent, Jing Tian asked again, "What kind of treasure do you want to possess?"

Tan Wenjie smiled: "As a sword."

Chonglou's strength in this world doesn't seem to be that great. It's finally time for me to get my revenge. I have to give him a good beating, then take a picture with him and bring it back for Chonglou to see.

Jing Tian looked left and right, but couldn't see the sword.

"This sword."

Tan Wenjie flicked his hand behind his back, and when he returned, he had a sword box in his hand.

There were still quite a few flying swords left in the Empty Prince's sword box. They were originally just consumables for smelting, so it would be better to wholesale them to "Jing Tian and his ilk".

"A sword?" Jing Tian's expression was strange. "Sir, you must be joking. How could such a small box possibly hold a sword?"

But Jing Tian's attention was soon drawn to the sword box.

“The craftsmanship, the materials, wow—” Jing Tian bent down and leaned close to the sword box, “An antique, this is definitely an antique.”

He looked to Tan Wenjie for instructions, and only after receiving his nod did he solemnly hold the sword box in his hands.

Inside, there was a set of small swords that looked like toothpicks.

"It really does contain swords." Jing Tian was somewhat surprised. "These small swords are exquisitely crafted and must be the collection of some high-ranking official or nobleman. It's just a pity that one is missing."

Only those with power, influence, and wealth would use top-notch craftsmanship to create such a treasure.

One sword was missing from the sword box, and the empty space was quite noticeable.

Antiques may have flaws; although they are still antiques, they always leave one with a sense of regret for their incompleteness.

Jing Tian quickly invited Tan Wenjie into the store.

"Mao Mao, pour the tea!"

"Okay," the fat man replied and jogged away.

Tan Wenjie sat in the chair and looked around. This Yong'an Pawnshop looked rather deserted than the other Yong'an Pawnshop.

After Jing Tian had carefully examined all the swords, he reluctantly closed the sword box.

He had dreamed of becoming a great swordsman since he was a child. He liked real swords, but he was also tempted by such exquisite little sword trinkets and wanted to collect a set for himself.

Even if I don't use it, I feel satisfied just taking it out to look at it every day and wiping off the dust.

"Sir, how much would you like to bid?"

Tan Wenjie held up one finger: "One penny."

"what?"

Jing Tian thought he had misheard.

Tan Wenjie still felt it wasn't enough, so he added, "Deadly."

Jing Tian: "..."

What else is there to say? He couldn't wait to just pay up and buy it right now.

However, the manager of Yong'an Pawnshop just watched from the sidelines, not giving him a chance to make a move.

Jing Tian: "Please wait a moment, sir, while I write you a pawn ticket."

"Do you want to learn martial arts?" Tan Wenjie asked, and before Jing Tian could answer, he added, "Sleep with this sword box, and maybe a deity will come to teach you swordsmanship at night."

"what?"

Jing Tian scratched his head.

After Tan Wenjie left, Jing Tian muttered to himself.

"wack!"

He looked down at the sword box, a smile spreading across his face: "My darling!"

(End of this chapter)