Starting as a Talisman Master

Chapter 80 The Legacy of Taiqing (Eighth Update)

The medicinal power transformed from the purple thunder bamboo rice slowly spread throughout the limbs and bones, like fine thunder rumbling through the flesh and blood, causing a tingling sensation in the muscles, bones, and skin wherever it passed.

Lu Chimo channeled his inner energy, gradually drawing that powerful and pure life force into his body, slowly refining it and returning it to himself.

Only after the last wisp of spiritual energy sank into the depths of his blood and qi did he slowly open his eyes.

I felt my body's energy was perfectly balanced, and there was a deep, rumbling vibration between my muscles and bones.

Having reached the second level of Body Tempering, he has now completely stabilized. After this refinement, he is one step closer to the third level of Body Tempering.

"This second-grade spirit rice is indeed extraordinary. If I can continue to eat it regularly, my progress in body refinement will be much faster."

Lu Chi secretly made a calculation in his heart.

This time, not only did his cultivation improve, but he also eliminated Ge Jiuzhang, the venomous snake lurking in the shadows.

Next, we should focus our attention on the Shen and Luo families.

Ultimately, to deal with these two companies, we must first improve our own capabilities.

Thinking of this, Lu Chi got up and returned to the quiet room, where he sat cross-legged on the futon.

With a flick of his sleeve, the three magical artifacts landed on the bluestone ground in front of him, arranged in a row.

One of them was the Fiery Short Blade that he had forcefully slashed away with his powerful magic last night.

The remaining two items are the short sword left by Ge Jiuzhang and the small shield of his attendant.

These three magical artifacts were of little practical use to him anymore.

Whether it's weapons for attack or protective items, he has no shortage of them.

As for selling them, there's no need. With nearly two thousand spirit stones in my storage bag, there's no need to worry about it for the time being.

Lu Chi's gaze fell on the three magical artifacts, and his eyes flickered slightly.

"I'll take advantage of these three mid-grade magic artifacts to disassemble them and examine their patterns and crafting techniques. This will help me improve my current crafting skills. Once I've figured them out, I'll try to craft a mid-grade magic artifact myself and use the [Hundred Refinements] technique to further my physical cultivation."

Lu Chi took a deep breath and took the small shield and throwing knife into his palm first.

The magical power surged forth from his palm, like countless invisible tentacles, forcefully and precisely probing into the magical artifact.

At the same time, he fully activated his nascent divine sense, which far surpassed that of others of the same level, and fiercely pierced into the core of the artifact's pattern.

Two hours later, the two magical artifacts let out a mournful cry as his divine sense forcibly peeled away the damaged patterns inside.

"Snap—Bang!"

The magical artifact shattered in mid-air, turning into a pile of scrap metal scattered on the ground.

In an instant, two jumbled fragments of memory flooded into my mind.

That was the scene of two ordinary rogue weapon cultivators hammering spiritual materials and engraving weapon patterns.

His techniques weren't particularly advanced, but the lessons he learned from various failures in refining mid-grade magic weapons and his experience in controlling the heat had become his own, allowing him to avoid many detours in refining mid-grade magic weapons.

"Next up is this short blade."

Lu Chi let out a long breath and his gaze fell on the blazing short blade.

Although this item is damaged, the exquisiteness of its material and the patterns on it far surpasses the previous two.

He reached out again, pouring his magic power and divine sense into it without reservation.

The array patterns inside the short blade are extremely tough, and even though it is broken, it is extremely difficult to peel them off.

Lu Chi felt his mental energy being increasingly depleted, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Finally, under his relentless and forceful erosion, the short blade emitted a resentful cry and suddenly shattered!

boom!

Lu Chi felt a sudden blur before his eyes, and the scenery around him had completely changed.

What comes into view is a magnificent and ancient casting pavilion.

Deep within the pavilion, a majestic furnace stood, its flames not from ordinary earth fire, but from pure fire drawn from the depths of the earth. The fire was powerful and intense, its crimson light illuminating the entire pavilion.

Two young cultivators stood before the furnace, both dressed in cloud-patterned Daoist robes, exuding an extraordinary air.

One of them, with a cold and stern expression, was looking at the short blade in the furnace. He slowly spoke: "This weapon is not hot enough. The fire-gathering patterns are stiff and the joints are not smooth. The various spiritual materials have not been quenched clean enough, and the impurities are not completely eliminated, so the spiritual essence is difficult to unify. If it is finished like this, even if it can be made into a weapon, it will only have the form in name only."

Upon hearing this, another young cultivator raised his sleeve to wipe the sweat from his forehead, a bitter expression appearing on his face.

"What Senior Brother says is perfectly clear to me. However, the outer sect competition is coming up next month. If we delay any longer, the Shanfa Hall might not be able to catch up. If we can't get a few bottles of pills to improve our cultivation this time, once we fall behind in the competition, let alone compete for a ranking, it will be difficult to even keep our status as an outer sect disciple."

The aloof young man sighed softly after hearing this.

"Although we are both from the outer sect, we are still disciples of the Taiqing Palace. In the art of weapon forging, the foundation is paramount, followed by the timing and intensity of the fire. If you hand over such a crude weapon just to meet a deadline, you will lose more than just your own reputation."

As he said this, he raised his hand and beckoned, and the short blade flew out of the furnace, hovering in mid-air, its crimson light flickering uncertainly.

"Very well. Your foundation is still shallow. You only know how to imitate without understanding how to cleanse away impurities and gather spiritual energy. Today I will teach you the 'Spirit Cleansing Hammer Technique' again. Pay close attention. If you can comprehend two or three parts of this technique, there will still be room for improvement in this Crimson Flame Blade."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man reached out and grasped a heavy, dark hammer, took his stance, and began to thrust his arm forward.

In an instant, the hammer fell, and the fire and the inspiration vibrated together.

Each hammer blow, seemingly simple and ancient, actually subtly reflects the creation and destruction of artifact patterns and the gathering and dispersal of spiritual materials.

Whether light or heavy, slow or fast, the fire in the furnace rises and falls even before the hammer strikes.

After the hammer fell, the impure energy in the vessel was shaken and washed out layer by layer.

The entire hammering technique was as smooth as flowing water, yet it was also strict and disciplined, far superior to the crude weapon-refining techniques found in the market.

Lu Chi stood to the side, taking in everything as if he were there himself.

The next moment, the surrounding scenery suddenly vanished.

"call----"

Fragments of memory surged back like a tide, and Lu Chi suddenly opened his eyes, his chest heaving, but his eyes revealed an undisguised shock.

He raised his hand to press the slightly stinging area between his eyebrows, but his mind was still immersed in the "Spirit Cleansing Hammer Technique" he had just learned, unable to pull himself away for a long time.

"Taiqing Palace————"

Lu Chi murmured the name, a strange light flickering in his eyes.

Only now did he realize that the flaming short blade on the ground was not something that ordinary cultivators had created, but a magical artifact that had flowed out from the hands of the disciples of Taiqing Palace in the early years.

It's just that after countless years of changes, its spiritual essence has been worn down and its energy has been damaged, which is why it ended up in the hands of people like Ge Jiuzhang.

Even so, the array pattern structure and forging traces remaining deep within its blank are still far superior to the work of most weapon refiners in the market.

In fact, those were just items hastily made by the outer disciples of Taiqing Palace in preparation for the grand competition.

Lu Chi looked down at the pile of damaged magical artifacts, his heart filled with unease.

If even the items refined by outer disciples already possess such a foundation, what must the true inner sect inheritances and sect secret techniques be like?

Although he possesses a wide range of skills, if he remains confined to this Qingque Mountain market, constantly dealing with a few minor powers and fighting for temporary gains and losses in this small space, his vision will ultimately be too shallow and his perspective too narrow.

However, these thoughts only flashed through Lu Chi's mind before he forcibly suppressed them.

He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, cleared his mind of distractions, and his gaze returned to the magical artifact in front of him.

"First, refine the weapon."

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