Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 660: A Century of Forging at the Nine Yang Sword Tomb Can't Compare to a Single Furnace of Demonic Fire from the Heavenly Suppression Division

"Forget about it. Who else in the world dares to hunt in the East China Sea, and has the strength to do so?"

Ahead, an elder standing with his hands behind his back spoke calmly.

Nie Duanqiu and Wang Ming exchanged a glance, then smiled bitterly and lowered their heads.

Even if the Nine Yang Sword Sect is known as the number one sect in the Eastern Region, with 800,000 sword cultivators and Wu Daoling, the number one on the Heavenly Ranking, in charge, what can it do?

Nine Yang Sword Sect, do you dare come to the East Sea?

On the deck of the Zhenhai ship, Mu Changchuan's voice stopped.

Zhang Yuan flicked his finger in the air, and the seawater a thousand feet away suddenly boiled.

The remnant body of the nine-headed black dragon was dragged out of the sea by the demon-locking chains, and the crisp sound of its reverse scales peeling off made the recruits' eardrums ache.

"It's melted."

As Zhang Yuan's voice fell, three hundred craftsmen from the Ministry of Works pushed the massive object covered by a black cloth out of the ship's cabin.

The moment the master craftsman Li Yu lifted the curtain, the nine-zhang-tall Hundred Refinement Demon Bone Furnace roared.

The giant furnace, standing nine zhang tall, was entirely cast from black iron, its surface covered with interwoven spiritual patterns like bronze armor.

The floating blue starlight on the surface flickers with the rotation of the blower wheel, resembling an inverted Milky Way.

Where each spirit pattern interlocks, dark golden ancient demonic patterns flow, and the faint sounds of dragon roars and tiger howls can be heard seeping out from the gaps in the spirit patterns.

The skull of the venomous dragon, which was coiled at the bottom of the furnace, was as large as a house, with black and green flames rolling in its empty eye sockets.

With each opening and closing of its jaws, it spews out viscous, ghostly flames, which, when burned, even reveal the illusory souls of dragons churning and struggling within them.

The broken horn on the top of the skull formed a natural fire channel, running straight into the molten pool of the Xuan Turtle's essence and blood at the heart of the furnace.

"Woo——"

The furnace and cauldron resounded.

The Nine Yang Sword Sect disciples watching from the deck all pressed down on the trembling sword hilts.

Chu Zhaonan was startled to hear the "Canglang" at his waist humming like a dragon's roar. He stared intently at the cauldron, his eyes filled with shock: "This furnace body was actually forged using the reverse scales of a Xuanjiao!"

No wonder this huge furnace made a rumbling sound as soon as it was pushed out; it clearly originated from the same source as that nine-headed dragon!

The furnace body, composed of the reverse scales of the Xuanjiao (a mythical dragon), shimmered with starlight. The bellows, forged from the wings of the Leipeng (a mythical bird), swirled out a crimson storm, while the skull of the venomous dragon coiled at the bottom of the furnace spewed forth ghostly flames.

New recruit Wang Cheng staggered back half a step, his elbow clanging against the armor: "Damn it... this ghost face that crawled out of the fire is even more terrifying than the Bone-Eating Fish King..."

"Turn on the furnace!"

Li Yu swung his forging hammer and smashed it into the furnace, causing the 100,000 longswords of the Nine Yang Sword Sect to tremble simultaneously.

Nie Duanqiu gripped the nearly unsheathed "Crimson Sky" tightly, exclaiming in a low voice, "Ten Thousand Swords Paying Homage! Is this the ancient weapon-forging technique...?"

Behind him, more than ten young sword cultivators were almost unable to hold their swords down and had to kneel on one knee, the scabbards scraping against the deck with a sharp, piercing sound.

The boiling, crimson molten iron was actually concentrated Xuan Turtle essence blood, with golden demonic patterns floating on every drop.

Zhao Dahu, squeezed against the railing of the ship's deck, stared wide-eyed: "The blood from the Xuan Turtle we killed yesterday has such power..."

Chief Foundry Master Yuwen Guyang held the Water-Dividing Spear and nailed the crimson spine of the Xuanjiao (mysterious dragon) into the molten iron. The sparks generated when the scales embedded in the liquid surface actually condensed into the ancient seal script "Ten Thousand Soldiers Pay Homage to the Ancestor" in mid-air.

As the furnace temperature climbed to its maximum, dark golden demonic blood molten iron seeped from the cracks in the furnace body, condensing along the starlight patterns to form a nine-headed black dragon phantom that circled the furnace body.

The skull of the Xuanjiao floating on the top of the furnace would explode with the morning light, and the fragments would turn into a rain of sparks that fell into the sea and briefly froze the waves for ten miles.

Wang Ming, a disciple of the Nine Yang Sword Sect, breathed heavily as he stared at the swirling Dao patterns and murmured, "This inscription clearly corresponds to the thirteenth transformation of our sect's 'Nine Yang Melting Snow' sword technique..."

"laugh--"

From the rising icy mist in the quenching pool, twelve embryos of wave-slicing spears emerged.

The instant the dragon's marrow seeped into the spear tip, a nine-headed black dragon phantom suddenly appeared on the sea surface, struggling and howling.

On the Zhenhai ship, the front row of black-armored new soldiers retreated in unison, their standard combat boots making a muffled, thunderous sound. Squad leader Chen Shitou's hand gripping his gun bulged with veins: "This damn thing is still alive!"

The bronze compass thrown by the deputy chief geomancer of the Spirit Array Division shattered in mid-air, and seventy-two array stones were precisely embedded into the patterns of the Wave-Slaying Spear.

Azure-purple clouds rose from the medicine cauldron of the Secret Medicine Bureau. When the Poisonous Lady lifted the lid of the cauldron, four thousand Sea-Overturning Pearls condensed into a galaxy vortex.

A sudden retching sound echoed through the new army. A soldier who had witnessed the poisonous miasma boiling the sea collapsed to the ground, trembling as he pointed to the shattered phantom of the Xuan Turtle within the Danwen: "That's the thing. It gnawed through Li Laosi's breastplate yesterday..."

When the Demon Suppression Division infused the demon's soul and essence into the Xuan Turtle Shield, the demon's eyes on the shield's surface flickered.

Yuchi Changshan pointed to the shield and suddenly laughed: "This shield is destined for me. The rhythm of its tortoise-like eyes blinking is in perfect harmony with my heartbeat!"

Chen Wu, standing beside him, glanced at him and snorted, "That's because you're bluffing. I'm too lazy to expose you."

The sounds of shields being tested echoed all around, the resonant "thump-thump" of the armor and the demonic eyes sounding like the first beating of war drums.

"hold head high--"

Twelve wave-slicing spears rose into the air, their fierce winds leveling ten miles of reefs.

The long hair of the 100,000 sword cultivators danced wildly in the turbulent flow of sword energy. Chu Zhaonan used his sword to support himself and stood firm, only to see that among the disciples behind him, three of their natal flying swords had been shattered into pieces by the aftershocks.

On the ferry at the rear, Elder Pei Lie's white beard trembled violently: "A hundred years of forging in the Nine Yang Sword Tomb is no match for a single furnace of demonic fire from the Heavenly Suppression Division..."

"Woo——"

From Zhenhai Island in the distance, the roar of a great demon resounded.

A blinding flash of blood suddenly erupted at the horizon where the sea meets the sky, and the eighteen bronze pillars of Zhenhai Island trembled and roared.

The once calm sea surface erupted with towering waves, and tens of thousands of armored sea monsters rode the inky tide and swept in.

The nine-headed black dragon that led the way roared to the sky, its roar so loud that it made the new recruits bleed from their ears and noses.

The nine-headed black dragon that was killed yesterday was of the same kind as this dragon.

The lingering aura of the dragon it had just witnessed told it that its kin had perished.

"Form the Sea-Suppressing Formation!"

Bodhi, the physician of secret medicines, roamed in his black robes, as twelve poisonous banners plunged into the seabed, stirring up a hundred-foot-high purple miasma.

"Om-"

The inky waves crashed into the poisonous barrier, instantly releasing a foul-smelling mist of blood.

The armored crab at the forefront trembled and turned into bones with a shriek.

"boom--"

The three thousand Thunderwing Tiger Riders of the Spirit Array Beast Taming Division drew upon the brilliance of the Big Dipper, condensing it into a thunderous chain that shredded the steel fork of the Three-Headed River-Turning Yaksha.

"kill--"

Eight hundred Blood Guards of the Demon Suppression Division charged forward, carrying the Demon-Locking Tower on their shoulders.

A phantom fox amidst Bai Zhi's long hair howled to the sky, forcing the ten sea-covering black turtles out of their hiding place in the reef cave.

"Donning armor—"

Yu Wanjun roared loudly, and the messenger behind him waved the general's flag.

The demonic patterns on the breastplates of 50,000 soldiers suddenly shone brightly.

"Raise the shield—"

On the Zhenhai boat, Yuchi Changshan strode out, holding a shield and standing by the ship's side.

The soldiers stepped forward in response, and the newly cast black tortoise shields were pieced together along the ship's side to form a bronze Great Wall.

The shield-like demonic eyes emitted a ghostly light, causing the first wave of charging crabs to freeze momentarily.

"boom--"

The demon horde clashed with the giant shield.

Wang Cheng was thrown over by the immense force, but staggered to his feet. To his astonishment, he discovered that the tear in his shield caused by the demonic pincers was slowly healing. A look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he exclaimed, "This demonic rune can truly repair itself!"

"boom--"

Behind the towering waves, the true form of the nine-headed Xuanjiao (mysterious dragon) emerged, its mountain-like body crushing three coral reefs.

(End of this chapter)