I forge immortality with spiritual treasures.

Chapter 140 Two or Three Years

"Senior brother."

"Senior Brother Ying!"

"Senior Brother Ying, it's been a long time."

On that day, after finishing his sermon in Xuancheng Mountain, Yingchan happened to run into several fellow disciples he knew and chatted with them for a while.

After they parted, many of the disciples who had listened to the teachings had dispersed, and the number of travelers was sparse. Ying Chan walked alone on the mountain path and suddenly felt a sense of emotion.

Morning comes and evening goes, seasons flow by, and in the blink of an eye, he has been a disciple of this sect for over three years.

Now, it is the fourth year.

In recent years, Ying Chan's cultivation has made continuous progress. Although he has not yet reached the pinnacle, he already has a remarkable presence among ordinary Xuan Guang cultivators.

Gradually, many of his fellow disciples began to call him "Senior Brother".

Some of them had only known each other for a short time and did not know when Ying Chan had entered the sect. Seeing his superb magical power and profound cultivation, they assumed that he was a senior brother who had been cultivating for a long time.
Some, though aware of the inside story, did not take it to heart. After all, among those who cultivate the Tao, those who attain enlightenment come first, and Ying Chan, with such cultivation, should naturally be their senior brother.

He had grown accustomed to this, only occasionally feeling a touch of melancholy when looking back.

Ying Chan followed the mountain path and soon arrived at the "Chengfeng Ferry" on Xuancheng Mountain, a platform for taking off and landing. He then used his escape technique.

Two or three years passed in the blink of an eye, and his escape skills were no longer what they used to be.

As it moved, no fiery clouds were visible, only a thin red light remained. In just a flash, it had already reached the sky and sped off westward.

Before long, Yunqu Mountain came into view.

Yunqu is known as the Heavenly Street, and it is not only lively at night, but also bustling during the day.

Looking at both sides of the long ridge, there are many pavilions and temples with their doors wide open, and many Taoist priests come and go, with a constant flow of people.

These pavilions and workshops are mostly run by members of the sect. Some sell magical artifacts, some sell talismans, and others sell elixirs, puppets, and strange items. Some do not sell anything but instead take on commissions to refine specific elixirs, magical artifacts, and so on.

In short, they run all sorts of businesses.

Ying Chan heard that originally, there were no such buildings on Yunqu Mountain. It was some disciples who had a sudden inspiration to build pavilions here for trading magical items with their fellow disciples.

Our sect has a large number of disciples; at its peak, there may have been tens of thousands of disciples in a single generation, so the demand for trade is naturally considerable.

As a result, this business flourished rapidly, and many pavilions and study rooms were soon built. Later, the sect simply planned out the entire Yunqu area and standardized the buildings for the use of its disciples.

This practice has been passed down through generations and has become a custom, thus Yunqu has truly become a bustling thoroughfare.

In recent years, Ying Chan has frequently traveled to Yunqu and Tianjie, and thus easily found a two-story building.

Upon entering, one sees numerous magical artifacts hanging on the walls, their radiant light still visible despite the enchantment.

Ying Chan looked around but saw no one, so he called out loudly, "Is Brother Yang here?"

Please wait a moment.

In response, a reply came from the second floor. Ying Chan did not have to wait long before a thin Taoist priest descended the stairs. It was the 'Brother Yang' he was looking for, whose secular name was Yang Yan.

"So it's Brother Ying."

Yang Yan smiled slightly when he saw that it was Ying Chan: "What, have you made any progress in weapon forging lately?"

"Exactly." Ying Chan coughed lightly and said, "However, these magical artifacts are indeed of little use to me, so I will have to trouble you to sell them for me."

Yang Yan is a disciple of Tianlu Mountain.

In the past two or three years, Ying Chan has not neglected his cultivation, but he has also studied the art of weaponry. Therefore, in his spare time, he often goes to Tianlu Mountain to exchange ideas and has made many friends among his fellow disciples. Yang Yan is one of them.

Yang Yan was not only highly skilled in crafting artifacts, but his temperament also aligned with Ying Chan's. Over time, the two became acquainted. Later, when Ying Chan learned that Yang Yan ran an artifact-making shop on Yunqu Mountain, he often sent him his finished artifacts to sell. As a result, Yang Yan often said that Ying Chan had taken over a large portion of the shop.

Of course, this was just a joke.

"What trouble?" Yang Yan waved his hand. "Let's take out the magic artifacts and have a look first."

Ying Chan didn't say much. With a flick of his sleeve, three streaks of cold light flew out, hovering in mid-air, radiating sharpness.

Yang Yan narrowed his eyes and looked closely. It turned out to be three flying swords, each with a three-foot blade, silver-iron in color, like frost.

He raised his hand and summoned one of the flying swords. He felt its coldness as soon as he touched it, and when he tapped the blade lightly with his finger, a clear, metallic sound rang out.

"A flying sword of both metal and water elements, with sixteen layers of restrictions."

"With its superior quality, it could very well be refined into a top-grade magic weapon if carefully crafted."

After examining the flying sword, Yang Yan couldn't help but say, "Brother Ying's skills have improved again."

Ying Chan simply smiled.

He was well aware that the magical artifact he crafted was still far from being a high-grade magical artifact.

His skill level was high, but the materials he used to forge the sword were not very good. If he wanted to refine it into a high-grade magic weapon, he would have to go through further refinement of its form and quality.

Of course, it wouldn't be wrong to say that he has potential.

At this point, Yang Yan had already taken the remaining two flying swords and discovered that they were both of the metal and water element, and their quality was also similar.

He couldn't help but ask curiously, "Brother Ying, why do you have such a fondness for flying swords that combine the elements of metal and water?"

Since last year, the magical artifacts that Yang Yan helped Ying Chan consign were mostly of the metal and water elements, with metal and water flying swords being the most common.

While the goal is to refine skills, the materials and methods of crafting these flying swords differ to some extent.

"Is this..."

The need to refine magical artifacts of both metal and water natures is naturally a preparation for the 'Celestial River'.

Since gold is associated with water, using it as the main material for water-related ritual implements is undoubtedly the right choice. Ying Chan's learning and observations over the past few years have also confirmed his idea.

He naturally wouldn't change his mind easily, and to that end, he crafted many magical artifacts of both metal and water nature, both to hone his skills and to constantly experiment in order to find the best option.

Among them, the flying swords of the metal and water elements are considered the best choice in Ying Chan's mind, and his skills have gradually been honed to perfection.

However, recently he has had new ideas, and they are becoming increasingly mature...

Whether or not to choose the Golden Water Flying Sword is still uncertain.

Of course, these reasons are not something that can be explained to outsiders.

Therefore, Ying Chan said, "I am currently considering refining a gold and water magic artifact. It would always be good to hone my skills."

Seeing this, Yang Yan didn't ask any more questions. He put away the three flying swords and said, "Brother Ying's skills have indeed been improving."

"The price of these three flying swords can be raised, but it will probably take some time before they can be sold."

At this point, he couldn't help but joke, "If it weren't for the fact that our sect has enough disciples to handle the demand for magic weapons like Brother Ying, you would probably have single-handedly driven down the price of gold and water magic weapons in Yunqu."

Ying Chan chuckled, "Brother Dao, you're exaggerating. In the entire past year, I haven't been able to refine more than ten magical artifacts..."

"If the proceeds from selling magical artifacts can cover the costs of refining them, I will be content."

(End of this chapter)