Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 604 Do I, Huang Laoliu, a dignified master weapon refiner, belong to the kind of person who seeks out women?
Eastern Wei Dynasty.

On Yongtian Continent, the struggle between the five kingdoms and three regions is actually a struggle between Qin and Wei.

The Eastern Wei Dynasty is backed by both immortals and demons, with numerous sword cultivators and demon cultivators scattered throughout.

Several of the top ten masters on the Heavenly Ranking are from the Eastern Wei Dynasty, including Wu Daoling, the number one master on the Heavenly Ranking and the Nine Yang Sword Immortal.

Others who go to Eastern Wei may be fine.

But the Marquis of Qingyang must have gone to Eastern Wei for some reason.

The Marquis of Qingyang killed more than one or two Grandmasters of Eastern Wei.

"You don't need to worry about this."

Zhang Yuan waved his hand, and the scroll of paper in his palm turned into ashes.

"How is the training in the camp?"

Luo Hongxiu quickly bowed and clasped her hands in greeting.

"Xu Jiyang recruited thirty young men from prominent families, including two at the mid-stage of the Acquired Realm and five at the early stage of the Acquired Realm, who are already undergoing training."

"Chang Gu has recruited four mid-stage Acquired Realm cultivators and seven early-stage Acquired Realm cultivators. In addition, he himself is in the late-stage Acquired Realm and is also looking for a place to practice together."

After a pause, Luo Hongxiu said, "Chen Wu has found thirty young men from the common people who have never practiced martial arts. They are currently undergoing training."

"My lord, should we postpone the martial arts demonstration?"

Hearing Luo Hongxiu's words, Zhang Yuan smiled and shook his head.

"It's three days as agreed, so it's three days."

“Right outside Yunming City, the entire area will be used as a training ground.”

"Whether they are commoners or noble families, let them come and watch if they want to."

"What I say, I always keep."

Luo Hongxiu hesitated for a moment, then bowed and left the inner hall.

In the back hall, Zhang Yuan sat upright, with layers of light and shadow slowly flowing around him.

This is the condensation of the power of the Great Dao, which has reached the point of influencing heaven and earth.

Within this interplay of light and shadow, three layers of heaven and earth emerge, clearly representing the Three Realms Grotto-Heaven, a fusion of the Yunmeng, Chunshan, and Huangquan Grotto-Heavens, manifested through the transformation of illusion into reality.

Such solidified grottoes, stretching for thousands of miles, possess a power that could topple a thousand mountains, and a single strike could crush an entire sky.

Several months ago, his power in his inner world had already reached its limit.

His cultivation level had also reached the limit of the Cave Profound Realm.

What he needs to do now is to condense his true form of the Great Dao and step into the realm of carefree wandering.

He decided to go to Eastern Wei in order to seek his own path to enlightenment.

"Snapped--"

A soft sound came from outside the back room.

The Shadow Master Wumian, dressed in a gray-blue martial arts robe, led a figure carrying a large basket on his back.

Huang Laoliu reluctantly followed Wumian to the back hall, only then managing to force a smile.

"Goodness, it hasn't been that long since we last met, and you're already the high and mighty Marquis of Qingyang."

"Let me tell you, I've searched the entire Yongtian Continent to find the treasures needed to forge weapons for you—"

Before Huang Laoliu could finish speaking, Zhang Yuan looked up at him and asked, "Have you searched every brothel and pleasure quarters?"

Huang Laoliu's face stiffened, a slight blush appearing on his cheeks. He immediately murmured, "How dare you slander someone's innocence for no reason?"

"Me, Huang Laoliu, a dignified master weapon refiner, am I the kind of person who seeks out women?"

"I was just talking to them out of pity. You know, crafting weapons is a very tedious process."

Huang Laoliu put down the bamboo basket on his back and took out pieces of ore of different sizes and colors of green and yellow.

"Look, this is Nine Yuan Qingjin, known as the best steel in the world, worth ten thousand taels of gold per tael."

"Look at this, Xuan Yu Marrow, I've found such a good thing."

As he took out the spiritual materials one by one, Huang Laoliu's expression became more smug.

"Also, I've heard about your achievements. I'm also making progress on the weapon tailor-made for you. I'll go see you again soon—"

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a chill run through his body and quickly stopped talking.

Zhang Yuan raised his hand, and a section of a black scepter appeared in his palm.

"Frosty Iron, this is still Iron Marrow!" Old Huang's eyes widened. He stepped forward, grasped the scepter with both hands, and his eyes were full of surprise.

"You were able to find such a treasure..."

His excitement was palpable, and his eyes gleamed.

"If I can use this spiritual material to forge a weapon, when it is completed, my weapon-forging skills will be—"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Zhang Yuan throw out a jade pendant.

Reaching out and grabbing the jade pendant, Huang Laoliu trembled, his expression turning solemn.

"Forging Techniques..." "Mountain Moving and Weapon Refining Records".

Looking up at Zhang Yuan, Huang Laoliu took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Zhang Yuan, don't worry, I'll go and forge your personal weapon right away."

Zhang Yuan had promised him that if he could forge a weapon specifically for Zhang Yuan, he would receive the weapon-forging manual.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan not only gave him the weapon forging technique, but also the Mountain Moving and Weapon Refining Manual.

This is a cultivation method passed down from the Eastern Wei Dynasty, originating from the major weapon-refining sect of Yangtian Continent.

Even though this weapon-refining record is abridged, it is still a rare method of reference for Huang Laoliu.

"I need to go to Eastern Wei; it concerns the lives of 100,000 people."

Zhang Yuan remained calm and said indifferently, "This knife is very important to me."

Heading towards Eastern Wei.

One hundred thousand lives were lost.

Huang Laoliu's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He nodded, said nothing, and turned to leave.

The faceless man hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to follow.

Zhang Yuan shook his head, looked outside, and remained calm.

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Three days passed by in a hurry.

Outside Yunming City, a ground area of ​​a thousand feet in diameter has been leveled.

Outside the venue, countless people thronged.

On the city wall, government troops had already cleared out any loiterers.

Beneath the city gates, martial artists from all sides, cultivators from various Jianghu sects, and members of prominent families from Donghan County and even other surrounding counties and prefectures all quietly arrived.

A squad of soldiers trained by scions of noble families, a squad of soldiers trained by martial arts practitioners, and soldiers trained by ordinary people are all going to practice martial arts here today.

Who wouldn't look forward to such a momentous event?
"Brothers, who do you think will win?" A middle-aged man dressed in coarse cloth peered into the distance from outside the arena and asked.

"Of course it's Xu Jiyang's team." The disheveled young man next to him grinned. "The poor are scholars, the rich are martial artists. Although these young masters from noble families may not be very skilled, they still have a solid foundation in martial arts."

“It’s hard to say. Martial artists in the martial world are all trained through killing and fighting. Young Master Chang Gu is not old, but he has also killed people.” On the other side, someone spoke up to refute.

Below the city gate, the members of the noble families looked at each other, their gazes unconsciously rising to look towards the top of the city wall.

The martial artists opposite also looked up.

On the city wall, Zhang Yuan, dressed in a qilin robe with a long sword at his waist, stood straight as a mountain.

Beside Zhang Yuan, there were rows of guards, their blood and qi intertwined, like dragons and pythons hanging low.

Everyone is born with a unique gift.

Not far from Zhang Yuan stood several civil and military officials.

Earl Hongyi, Wang Xinglei.

Earl of Yongkang, Cao Xuan.

Han Xiao, a senior official in the Ministry of War.

Peng Zheng, the heir apparent of the Earl of Xiaoyuan.

Du Mingyuan, the garrison commander of Xiangnan Prefecture.

Bai Shaoting of the Red Scale Army.

Thunder rumbled in the clouds.

Luo Zhenshan, a subordinate general of Dongyang Prefecture.

Zhao Shanhe, the garrison commander of Beilin Prefecture.

……

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

The war drums thundered, and 100,000 soldiers gathered.

The black armor surged forth like a black cloud tide.

Following the black armor were a million new army soldiers, their robes somewhat disheveled, but their spirits and energy were incredibly high.

"Woo——"

The bugle sounded loudly.

Three squads of armored soldiers slowly approached and appeared in the middle of the training ground.

In an instant, all eyes were on these three teams.

(End of this chapter)