With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 593: The Spur to Forge Weapons – King Xiang's Attempt to Retain Him! (6k)

After saying that, Meng Chuan walked past her and headed towards the foot of the mountain not far away.

Seeing that he was really ignoring her, Yang Yuelian frowned, stamped her foot in anger, and took out a long spear with shimmering light from her sachet.

This gun has a rather peculiar appearance.

Each phoenix feather is distinct, encircling the neck of the spear and extending to the shaft, where it is adorned with gold and red accents, giving off a seven-colored luster in the sunlight.

The spearhead was over ten inches long, with the tip curving downwards and pointing like a phoenix's beak. A faint, fiery red glow flickered on the blade, as if it were breathing.

Yang Yuelian flipped over and leaped to Meng Chuan's side.

With his hands behind his back and the spearhead pointing diagonally downwards, he looked down from a high vantage point, taking advantage of the mountain's height.

Meng Chuan stared at the tip of the blade and suddenly felt a faint stinging pain on his skin.

It is indeed a fine gun, extremely sharp. Although its grade is unknown, it is definitely better than Tiger Soul.

Her phoenix eyes held the beauty of plum blossoms, and her eyeliner was drawn in a narrow, upturned arc, giving her a heroic air, yet also a touch of innate foxy charm.

The trailing streaks of light at the corners of his eyes swirled and drifted toward his cheeks, exploding into sparks like a phoenix tail. A pale red phoenix-shaped aura rose from behind him, spreading its wings and soaring into the sky.

"Meng Chuan! How do you know it won't work if you haven't tried!"

Meng Chuan slightly raised his head, feeling the heat and sharpness.

"She's really stubborn."

He sighed inwardly, as if he were seeing his past self.
Then let's just satisfy her.

"You do it."

what!
Yang Yuelian raised her spear with lightning speed, and the phoenix's cry echoed through the heavens. The phoenix-like aura behind her instantly rose, and she sensed wisps of deeper red flames gathering at the tip of her spear.

tread.
A ring of flames, even deeper red than the phoenix flames, spread out, visible to the naked eye. An invisible aura surged into the sky, and the flames collided with the fire phoenix. In an instant, the phoenix let out a mournful cry in mid-air and instantly withered away.

When the intent and the form of a fist collide, the outcome is not unexpected.

As his momentum exploded, Meng Chuan raised his hand and pointed, precisely colliding with the phoenix-beak-like spear tip.

The already fragile fire phoenix was completely extinguished, as if it had been instantly suppressed by a gust of wind blown by a banana leaf fan.

The force traveled unimpeded, passing through the tip of the gun to the hands holding it.

hiss.
Yang Yuelian was greatly alarmed.

The impact ripped several gashes from her thumb and forefinger, causing her to lose her grip on the gun. The gun emitted a clear, phoenix-like cry as it flew out of her hand like a blur and landed a hundred meters away.

The blade was deeply embedded in the mountain, while only the gun barrel seemed to be absorbing the enormous impact, swaying as a blur.

boom--!
The mountain shook, and ants and insects fled.

Turbid sand and dust rose up, as if the entire mountain area was sounding an alarm.

Before the obstructive fog could dissipate, and before Yang Yuelian could react, accompanied by an even denser surge of brown fog, a giant hand made of piled-up rocks rose into the sky and pressed down!
Yang Yuelian's head was instantly plunged into darkness. Although there were no restrictions around her, she felt as if she were bound in place by invisible shackles.

The darkness above grew ever greater, and the giant hand drew ever closer to his forehead.

Unable to control her instincts, Yang Yuelian trembled, clenching her teeth and struggling desperately, but she was rendered immobile by Meng Chuan's overwhelming aura.
After an unknown amount of time, she went limp, as if giving up the struggle.

Meng Chuan withdrew his outstretched palm, snapped his fingers, and the giant palm, which was wrapped in earth elemental energy and formed from rocks, crumbled and shattered.

Dust covered my head.

With a flushed face and her chest heaving slightly, Yang Yuelian, now free, staggered.

With a flash of light in his eyes, he suddenly burst into action, charging towards Meng Chuan and raising his hand to strike.

Meng Chuan is well past the age that can be judged by appearances.

The moment the other party's aura stirred, it all came under his perception.

His left hand, which was behind his back, suddenly shot out and grabbed Yang Yuelian's wrist as she attacked.

If he exerts force, the opponent will lose a hand on the spot.

Meng Chuan was still chivalrous and considerate towards women.
He held her captive like that, his eyes meeting Yang Yuelian's.

An invisible aura, like a demonic mist, suddenly enveloped them.

Yang Yuelian met those eyes, especially the left one, and her brows suddenly furrowed.

My heart was pounding so hard it was almost noisy, beating ten times faster than usual.

It wasn't the feeling of being moved; under his aura, it felt like I was going to die.
Meng Chuan released her grip, and she stood there, stunned and motionless.

It seemed as if he was savoring the memory.

"Is the difference really that big?"

Yang Yuelian was not arrogant; she had prepared for failure before setting off.

But she didn't expect that losing would be as expected.

But why is there such a huge gap between the two?
Meng Chuan's two moves just now.
To say something harsh is like an adult teasing a child.
Dust and mist returned to the mountain range, and a cold wind blew thin ice from the horizon.

She was cold all over, but her heart was even colder.
Today's first match dealt her a heavy blow.

It's unimaginable how someone in this world could be so incredibly powerful!
The pounding of her heart brought her a sense of comfort.

It wasn't just shock; it was also the insidious activation of the "Battle Mind Clarity" ability.

I wrote down Meng Chuanfang's method of exerting force and techniques, and kept them in my mind to review them often.
This was also the purpose of her trip.

Unexpectedly, it was just one punch.
No, that's not right. Such a huge harvest with just one finger.

She was still shaken, but seeing the figure heading up the mountain, she quickly stood up and followed.

If I punched myself twice more, how much would I gain?

Yang Yuelian murmured to herself:
What a gem of a boy!
The Tomb of King Xiang.

The events that occurred here during the Yong'an Eight Schools Joint Examination seem like they happened just yesterday.

Returning to the familiar place, Meng Chuan seemed quite interested.

The dilapidated pavilion now stands before me.

He once defeated the Void-like Heavenly Demon hidden in the pavilion here and seized the first Dao Beacon.

After bypassing this spot and continuing upwards, he slowly pondered the "path he had come from."

Reviewing the past to learn from the future is also a practice advocated by Buddhism.

Yang Yuelian was still following behind him.

She calmed down and watched as Meng Chuan manipulated the scene of the giant rock covering the ground with his mind.

At this moment, it has already been digested and stored in the heart by the Battle Mind Clarity trait.

Like a skill progression line, it has surged forward significantly, vaguely glimpsing the threshold of the "illusory form of Dharma".
If she does it a few more times and savors more of the essence of Meng Chuan's boxing, perhaps she can master the power of "mind and intention" ahead of time!

Yang Yuelian secretly cheered herself up, reached out and dusted off the dust on her yoga pants, and quickly followed.

She was perceptive; Meng Chuan was on his way to visit the grave and was probably in a bad mood, so she decided not to disturb him.

After he finishes visiting the grave, I will ask for your guidance.
Meng Chuan was unaware of her thoughts. Apart from the outward manifestations, her special abilities were hidden deep within her body, and he could not perceive them either.

What exactly was Yang Yuelian's purpose in wanting to be beaten?
never mind.

If they won't leave and insist on following, you can't exactly kill them with a single punch, can you?
We crossed the mountainside.

On the main road, Meng Chuan could vaguely see a yellow warning sign hidden behind the mountain ridge.

The tomb of King Xiang is not far away.

To avoid disturbing the former king's rest, Meng Chuan did not speed up his pace and walked slowly.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that the woman was still following behind me.

Knowing he was no match for them, he still defied the law.

He wouldn't be so stubborn if it were him.

Meng Chuan secretly shook his head:

"Zheng Chengcheng was right about this Yang family girl; she really is warlike."

"The Yang family, the renowned spear-wielding family of Linzhou!"

Meng Chuan paused, his eyes flickering slightly.

The Yang family is rumored to possess countless treasured weapons, mostly spearmen, but also other long-handled weapons.

He had previously considered finding a middleman to inquire whether any fourth-grade divine weapons, such as halberds, were available for sale.

Even if I don't sell, would you be willing to form a good relationship with the future Meng Dasheng?
He only thought the last sentence to himself.

Meng Chuan lacked the thick skin to say such a thing.

A person's name, the shadow of a tree.

If the patriarch of the Yang family, Old Master Yang, wanted to think that way, there was nothing he could do.
Let's ask Yang Yuelian first.

Without hesitation, Meng Chuan stopped and waited for the other party.

Seeing Yang Yuelian's puzzled yet slightly surprised expression, Meng Chuan revealed what he considered a kind smile:
"I've heard that your Yang family is incredibly wealthy, possessing all sorts of powerful weapons and artifacts?"

Yang Yuelian was taken aback when she heard him speak.

In this desolate wilderness, could it be that he harbors malicious intentions and wants to kidnap me?

Meng Chuan is also a national talent; he shouldn't have been treated like this.
She considered her words carefully before speaking:
"It's all rumors. The coal business is not doing well now. It's a sunset industry that's on the verge of being phased out. My Yang family is barely making ends meet."

"It's a rumor, huh? Never mind then. I was planning to teach you a couple more tricks."

Yang Yuelian hurriedly said:
"Wait a minute, I've been living in Emei for a long time and haven't been home, so I can't quite remember."

Thinking back, you were right, our family is really rich!

Seeing her serious expression and the sudden change in demeanor, Meng Chuan was caught off guard.

"It's not about money. I'm also a long weapon enthusiast, and I've dabbled in spears, halberds, and clubs."

"I'm curious, given that your Yang family is a renowned family of weapon makers, what treasures do you possess?"

A glint of light flashed in Meng Chuan's palm. The Tiger Soul was flattened, its surface rippling with a blood-red hue under the sunlight, exuding an extraordinary aura.

Cough
That was a special effect he added to Tiger Soul with his heart.

If it were convenient to sell it to Yang Yuelian, or the Yang family behind her, that wouldn't be bad.
Just as he expected, Tiger Soul immediately caught the other party's attention upon its appearance.

Yang Yuelian's gaze swept over the gun barrel, lingering on the tip, and she murmured:

"What a magnificent tiger-headed spear! It has drunk the blood of many powerful enemies and is almost on the verge of developing a bloodthirsty spirit."

Spirituality is exclusive to the third-rank True Martial, just like the moon over the Bridge of Helplessness in Meng Chuan's hand.

The blade tip can penetrate the flesh and harm the soul; it is also a form of "spiritual wounding."

嗜血
Meng Chuan flipped his palm and put it away, not in a hurry to speak or make a move.

If you rush, you won't get a good price, so it won't make a difference.

He walked slowly, side by side with Yang Yuelian, their figures stretching out and elongating across the undulating hills.

Yang Yuelian spoke with absolute certainty:
"It's a good gun. If we replace its core material with the Great Demon True Spirit and add spiritual power, the chances of success would be almost guaranteed."

Having a third-grade Great Demon True Spirit does not automatically grant the ability to forge a third-grade True Martial Weapon.

Only when forged and crafted in a way that combines the Tiger Demon Tail Whip in his hand with his own true spirit, is there a higher chance of it developing spirituality and reaching the third rank.

The reason why the price of Zhenwu increases in a step-like manner from the third grade upwards is because of this.

Just like in online games, there's a chance of failure when crafting equipment.
Not only are high-grade Heavenly Demon materials difficult to obtain, but even with everything in place, the forging process still requires the help of a favorable "east wind".

As for fourth-grade divine weapons, the requirements are even more complicated, and the conditions for their creation are much more demanding.

Even after eliminating the fourth-tier Heavenly Demon True Spirit, which is capable of rivaling a Grandmaster, a considerable amount of rare and precious materials are still needed.

At the same time, the failure rate of casting is higher, and the risks involved are also greater.

Such top-tier martial arts weapons are pre-ordered as soon as they are released.

Meng Chuan often loitered in Wuxie Town, but he rarely saw any of his weapons being auctioned.

At the same time, Yang Yuelian, who was standing to the side, also began to reveal her family's financial situation:

"The weapon in my grandfather's hand is the famous divine spear of the Great Chu Dynasty, the Moon-Picking Meteor. It was stained with countless blood by my ancestor and was later forged step by step into a rare fifth-grade divine spear."

Besides, among the weapons stored in my Yang family's collection, there are several fourth-grade master-level divine weapons, and there are so many third-grade ones that we can't use them all. The [Rainbow Clouds and Wind Feather] in my hand is the best one among them! " Yang Yuelian's tone was tinged with pride as she said this.

Due to the environment she grew up in, she naturally has extremely sharp eyesight.

It's clear that Meng Chuan's gun isn't bad, but it can't compare to the one I have!
As the most talented person in the Yang family from top to bottom, and the only national talent, she naturally enjoys special privileges.

In the future, her grandfather, who has not been out forging weapons for a long time, will become a martial arts master and personally rebuild the foundation of [Rainbow Clouds and Wind Feathers], helping her beloved spear to advance to the fourth rank!

After listening to Yang Yuelian's introduction, Meng Chuan nodded, his eyes filled with admiration:
"As expected of the Yang family, a family of generals, with profound heritage."

"Of course, many of these treasures have been passed down from our ancestors. Our Yang family has produced Grandmaster-level experts generation after generation, which is why we have been able to protect this wealth."

Yang Yuelian's words were loaded with meaning, and in the end, she seemed to be reminding him not to have any wicked thoughts.
Meng Chuan remained calm, as if he hadn't noticed anything amiss, and asked again:
"Do you have a fourth-grade divine weapon, the halberd?"

"Halberdmen?"

"Exactly."

"What on earth do you want to do?"

Yang Yuelian finally couldn't hold back anymore.

Meng Chuan said frankly:
"If your esteemed residence possesses such items, I am willing to purchase them at a high price."

A fourth-grade divine weapon is easy to sell.

Therefore, Meng Chuan bluntly stated that there was no need to think about lowering prices.

Yang Yuelian's expression held a hint of superiority:
Do you think the Yang family of Linzhou would be short of money?

With their coal industry entrenched, the Yang family naturally looked down on Meng Chuan, leaving him with only a pittance.

"So you're pregnant?"

"Yes, as far as I can remember, it was shortly after I broke through to the level of a martial artist when my grandfather took me into the storehouse to select a true weapon."

I remember seeing one, a halberd with interwoven black and blue patterns, like a huge bolt of lightning sealed on a shelf.

Only those born with superhuman strength can wield a halberd, and since I had never considered using a halberd as a weapon, I didn't pay much attention to it.

If you'd like to practice a couple more rounds with me, using your willpower, I can ask your grandfather for you. What do you think?

A sly glint flashed in Yang Yuelian's eyes.

They turned around and threatened him.

Meng Chuan didn't speak, but simply took out his phone and dialed a number:
【Secretary Wang, excuse me for bothering you. I'd like to ask if you have the contact information for Yang Zhaoxing, the patriarch of the Yang family in Linzhou?】

【Oh, I just need to ask a senior colleague about something. I don't need your help.】

[Absolutely, I will be there on time the day after tomorrow. I have some Wudang Kung Fu liquor here for you to try.]

When making the call, Meng Chuan did not deliberately mute the caller ID.

With the perception of a martial arts master, Yang Yuelian could vaguely tell that he wasn't just pretending to be talking to thin air.
At the same time, Meng Chuan looked somewhat tempted after hanging up the phone.

According to Secretary Wang, this old master of the Yang family was also a master weapon forger.

Secretary Wang also thought that he wanted to find him to forge tools.
However, forging one seems like a viable option?

He also had a considerable amount of materials suitable for forging weapons.

Besides, ready-made items are often more convenient than custom-made ones.

Meng Chuanwei had two concerns: first, he didn't know if Grandmaster Yang would be willing to help with the forging.

Yang Zhaoxing is getting old and hasn't opened the furnace in a long time, so he has to consider whether he has the face to do so.

Secondly, is it possible that forging and casting now is a bit too late?

It's unknown how long it will take to forge a fourth-grade True Martial Weapon.

Even if he reaches the third level of cultivation, the boost a master-level divine weapon provides in actual combat should not be underestimated.

There is a reason why Zhenwu is called a "divine weapon" starting from the fourth rank.

I wonder if it can be forged before the Dawn Martial Arts Competition.
Let's ask him first; there's no point in him thinking about it here.

Meng Chuan had no knowledge of blacksmithing or weapon forging, nor was he interested in this field.

Practicing martial arts already takes up most of my time, leaving no time to develop side hobbies like alchemy and blacksmithing.

Yang Yuelian, who was standing nearby, also became anxious and quickly took a few steps to catch up with him.

Standing expectantly before him, with her large, watery eyes and hands clasped together, she pleaded:
"Please, just use your willpower to urge me on, just focus on the strength, and I'll ask my grandfather for you tonight."

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Meng Chuan wasn't stupid; he guessed that the other party had some special abilities.

The trait of becoming stronger when hit?
Seeing that the girl was also itching for a beating, and thinking that it wouldn't be too much trouble, he reluctantly agreed.

"Alright, then I'll leave it to you. By the way, ask the old man if he'd be willing to forge weapons. I have a large piece of red ore here."

Yang Yuelian shook her head and said:

I can't guarantee whether Grandfather will be willing to open the furnace again, but I can ask him for you and I'll pass on the message.

Yang Zu hadn't wielded a hammer in a long time, and she didn't know if she could make an exception for Meng Chuan.

There might be a chance.

After all, Meng Chuan casually mentioned a fourth-grade divine weapon, which is a very challenging halberd weapon, and Grandfather might actually be interested.

Meng Chuan nodded:

"Thanks, okay. Here it is then. Are you ready?"

"Huh? So sudden? Weren't you supposed to be visiting the grave?"

Once she reached the top of the mountain, Yang Yuelian knew, of course, whose tomb this was.

The tomb of King Xiang is not far ahead, about a hundred meters away.

To lay a hand on the grave of a Heavenly King is no less tantamount to jumping on the grave itself.
That seems a bit inappropriate.
Even so, Yang Yuelian still drew her Rainbow Cloud Feather Spear, ready for battle.

We can't afford to be unable to withstand even one attack, can we?
The wind was still, and a few beads of sweat had already trickled down the woman's beautiful face.

It fell into the ravine, reflecting a bright luster.

Yang Yuelian herself probably didn't realize that when facing Meng Chuan, she was just as nervous as when she was facing her grandfather practicing shooting.
The strict father is about to take action!

The next second, the scene before her eyes changed rapidly.

My heart pounded, and there it was again—that giant made of piled rocks, rising from the ground and standing before me.

Yang Yuelian drew her gun and charged forward, gritting her teeth and making a vow in her heart!
"This time, I absolutely will!"

boom! ! !
The spear tip touched it, and a phoenix's shadow soared and pecked at it.

A fiery storm rippled across the stone golem, only to be completely engulfed by the thick, earthy-yellow air currents.

The water flowed like a shimmering curtain, leaving the stone figure unharmed; the only minor dent was instantly repaired by the water and soil.

Offensive and defensive transition.

The stone man delivered a serious punch, knocking her to the ground.
Just as Yang Yuelian was about to get up, she was knocked to the ground again by a stone monster that was impervious to injury, made purely of rock, reinforced by water and soil, and strengthened by her will.
Repeat several times.

Left with no other choice, Yang Yuelian resorted to the "Yang Family Lands Get Caught in the Crossfire" tactic, launching a defensive battle to stay afloat.
The dragon demon slowly emerged from Meng Chuan's collar, its mouth wide open.

Watching the beautiful woman battle the stone man was incredibly exciting.

Having not been seen for a long time, his increasingly obese body looked particularly sinister.
Meng Chuan summoned the Dragon Demon, handed over control of the stone man to it, and turned to walk towards the Xiang King's tomb, which was a hundred meters away.

His mind could control a magnetic field that spanned fifty feet.

That translates to over 150 meters.

As long as you stay within this distance, the stone figure, bound by your will, will always exist, only requiring some mental energy to be consumed.

Upon receiving the order, the dragon demon shrank its body again and flew to the stone man's shoulder, where it happened to be looking down at the woman in front of it.

Its body was dark and obese, its eyes were reddish and malevolent, and it revealed a sinister smile with sharp white teeth.

When Yang Yuelian saw this thing, a sense of foreboding rose in her heart.
As expected, the stone man became more agile, its hands and feet becoming restless, each move aimed directly at vital points.
In front of the tomb of King Xiang.

The area has been cordoned off by the local martial arts association to prevent damage.

At the same time, there are also dedicated forest rangers who regularly sweep away fallen leaves and dust.

Meng Chuan stood in front of it, still able to hear the sound of the stone man's heavy punches and the girl's screams.
Coming to his senses, he took out the offerings he had bought for the memorial service.

The fire in my heart is ignited, and wisps of ash drift in the wind, their destination unknown.

Press your palm down to extinguish all the incense ash.

They laid out fruits and vegetables, took out a pot of Wudang Kung Fu wine, and slowly poured it in front of the tombstone.

The wine seeped into the cracks in the stone bricks, releasing a rich aroma.

Meng Chuan nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

"Senior, I've heard so much about you."

His voice was calm, yet carried a hint of respect.

Qin Xiang, the last martial arts king of the ancient martial arts era, was the founder of the Five Elements Universe Fist.

He was also a benefactor on his martial arts path whom he had never met.

Just then, the wind around the tomb suddenly stopped, as if even the mountains were listening to his story.

Meng Chuan raised his hand and brushed it across the tombstone. As his thoughts flowed, a wisp of earth elemental energy seeped into the ground, reinforcing the loose cracks in the stones around the tomb.

This was the only thing he could do: to preserve the final resting place for this former king.

This is enough to commemorate them.

Those who practice martial arts do not concern themselves with formalities.

Meng Chuan took three steps back, clasped his hands in a salute, and turned to leave.

A mountain breeze rose again, carrying a few withered leaves across the tomb, the aroma of wine still lingering.

He had just turned around when he suddenly saw a withered leaf floating in front of him, suspended in mid-air.

As if supported by an invisible force, they formed an arc-shaped barrier.

The mountain breeze was still, and even the temperature in front of the mausoleum dropped sharply by three degrees.

He paused, his pupils contracting slightly.

Where does this energy come from?

This is by no means a natural phenomenon.

"Buzz!"

Meng Chuan looked back, but there were no fallen leaves left at the tomb of King Xiang behind him.

"Could it be that the King of Xiang wants to keep me here?"

He suddenly remembered something.

The true essence of martial arts can be found in the natural landscape and in the depictions of our predecessors.

Could it be that the true essence of martial arts is preserved on the tomb of King Xiang?
He had already glanced at the stone tablet and found no such carving as found on the Cliff of Repentance at Mount Hua.

King Xiang, being a martial arts master, possessed an even higher level of skill.

So, the way to trigger true enlightenment is more subtle?

It is also more mysterious.

Meng Chuan made a bold guess.

The might of the Martial Arts King far exceeded his expectations.

Perhaps it's some lingering spirit or unresolved obsession; who knows?
Meng Chuan pondered for a moment, and then an idea came to him.

Yes or no, you will know once you try it.

The five aggregates flow in the chest and abdomen, and the spine is taut like a bowstring.

As he adjusted his breathing, Meng Chuan keenly sensed that the invisible energy around him was also reacting.

This feeling
My guess was probably right.

(End of this chapter)