How can one cultivate immortality without learning modern knowledge?

Inside the equipment room, Zhou Wenju let out a long sigh: "I'll say it again, I'll do my utmost!"

The eldest disciple smiled: "These are the materials needed for refining weapons!"

With a flick of his wrist, countless materials fell from a demon clan storage bag.

"The materials are all prepared; he wasn't even given a chance to make a list!" The maid said coldly from the high pavilion. "They didn't intend to leave him any variables whatsoever!"

The young lady smiled gently: "It's normal to have some concerns about the materials. After all, he spent six days and six nights with that person at the bottom of the Abandoned Weapon Cliff, and that person is precisely the one who has turned the way of weapon crafting into a forbidden path."

The maid's eyes widened suddenly: "Are they worried that Young Master Zhou will use these objects to his advantage?"

"Of course I'm worried!"

"How is that possible?" the maid said. "The forbidden techniques of weapon crafting are based on unparalleled mastery of weapon crafting. Besides, the Mountain Lord and the Seventeenth Elder are watching tonight. Even if that person were to operate it personally, he wouldn't be able to make a name for himself, let alone him!"

"Whether there were any ulterior motives before or not, it's definitely not going to work now! The materials don't support it!" the young lady said.

There are seven kinds of materials in the chamber.

Scattered starry gauze, pure stone, river remnant stone, sunset flowers, do not worry, withered green earth, branches that benefit qi.

Each material represents high-end purity.

Even if someone possesses extraordinary abilities, it is impossible for them to create any evil artifacts.

Zhou Wenju stared blankly at the materials, seemingly somewhat bewildered.

In a secret chamber on Mount Huding, the mountain lord smiled.

The seventeenth elder beside him cast his gaze toward the bottom of the abandoned artifact cliff, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Old Can, don't think we didn't notice you bringing this kid food every day.

Don't think we don't know what you're up to.

However, no matter how much of your true teachings this kid has learned, it's still wishful thinking for him to try and make something of himself under our noses with this pile of materials!

Inside the equipment room, Zhou Wenju took a deep breath and slowly nodded: "I'm about to begin!"

"Please!" The two senior brothers sat down at the same time.

There used to be a seat under the eldest brother's buttocks.

The second senior brother sat down directly, and a chair rose up from the ground below.

The two of them sat there very casually.

Zhou Wenju slowly took out something from his pocket: a familiar item—a writing brush and a writing paper.

His brushstrokes flowed like dragons and snakes, lines appearing on the drawing paper in an extremely ornate pattern: cloud patterns framed orchids within, bamboo adorning the skirt hem, and plum blossoms on the sleeves.

Each and every one of them is a synonym for holiness.

Half an hour later, the design was complete. Zhou Wen raised his hand, twirling the paper in his palm: "Is this acceptable?"

"Yes!" The two senior brothers nodded in unison.

This is just a picture, not the point.

Zhou Wen raised his hand and waved it. The pattern in his palm flew onto the cloud disk in front of him. Suddenly, the light shone brightly, and the pattern on the paper lifted off the paper and transformed into the basic outline of the clothes.

As soon as the cloud disk was opened, the first material flew into the furnace fire.

Scattered Stars Veil!

As soon as the Chaotic Star Veil entered the Earth Fire, it made a soft "poof" sound, and that area of ​​the world seemed to transform into the Milky Way.

A silver thread shot through the air, reaching the pattern in the sky. In an instant, the invisible pattern was outlined by the chaotic starry gauze and transformed into a physical garment.

The second material was placed in the furnace and transformed into the shape of an orchid.

The third material...

Zhou Wenju was completely focused, using the brush in his hand to manipulate the materials churning in the furnace, delivering them precisely to each stage.

His technique was incredibly smooth and natural. There was no sweat on his face, and his expression was neither joyful nor sorrowful. He seemed to be just a gardener pruning the flowers in the garden, allowing the flower under his hands to present its most natural state.

The two senior brothers looked at each other, their faces filled with disbelief.

This technique has clearly reached the high level of the human level!

Their technique was even more skillful than theirs!

is it possible?

If he had displayed such skills in the past, he would have stood out among his disciples and become well-known.

However, he didn't show it in the past.

Today, it's showing!

High in the pavilion, the young lady frowned deeply: "Is this a change after Wen Gen entered his body? He actually stepped into the advanced stage in one leap!"

The maid's eyes lit up slightly: "Miss, do you mean... that he could really meet such demanding conditions?"

The young lady gently shook her head: "Technique is only the foundation of weapon crafting. To truly refine a pure garment, one needs the connection of earth energy and the harmony of the six elements. He couldn't possibly..."

A soft "poof" sound!

The seventh material transformed into clouds and mist, rising directly above the chamber.

Zhou Wenju made three dots in the air with his pen, creating a strange flow of air that drew the clouds to the right place on his clothes, as if they were alive.

The young lady's eyes suddenly lit up: "Luan Yun nodded three times, and the Six Harmonies Central Platform was united... His cultivation of weapons has actually reached this level!"

Of course she knows her stuff!

Luan Yun nodded three times. This was a weapon-refining technique that only formal disciples of the Mo family could master.

Even among formal disciples, Luan Yun's three nods often reveal a sense of "chaos."

His three nods were perfectly harmonious, without the slightest hint of forcedness.

This is a sign that "the six directions have already taken control"!

An unknown outer disciple, a mere outer sect member, has actually comprehended the Dao of "Six Harmonies"!

In another secret room.

The mountain lord's brows furrowed suddenly as he stared at an elder beside him.

This elder, named Du Yunhe, was Zhou Wenju's teacher in the art of weaponry.

Du Yunhe scratched his head frantically: "How is this possible? His... his mastery of weaponry is definitely not at this level. Even his best disciple has failed to grasp the true essence of 'Three Nods of Chaotic Clouds'."

The Seventeenth Elder spoke up: "It seems that after captivating Wen Gen with a seven-colored poem, his cultivation has truly undergone a complete transformation!"

The mountain lord said, "It seems the cleansing ceremony is complete!"

His voice was very deep...

Time passed slowly.

An hour passed, and it was broad daylight!

Two hours passed.

Inside the chamber, the glow of the clouds gradually appeared on the clothes in the air.

One ray of light, two rays of light...

Seven rays of light!

As soon as seven rays of light appeared, a garment floated down from the sky.

This dress, presented to the public, was endlessly beautiful and flawlessly pure.

Zhou Wenju slowly lowered the brush in his hand, a drop of sweat dripping down the brush and landing on the bronze floor.

"Senior brothers, the wedding dress is ready. I wonder if it meets the requirements of the mountain lord?" Zhou Wenju raised his eyes and let out a soft breath.

"Shall we go and test it?" The eldest brother lifted the wedding dress and opened the door to the artifact room.

It was nearly dusk outside.

The timing was just right.

There were only two hours left until the seven-day deadline.

Dark clouds filled the sky, thick fog flowed across the mountains, an autumn rain was imminent, the air was filled with the chill of late autumn, and there was an extreme sense of oppression.

Outside the instrument room, a row of people stood quietly.

The leader was none other than the third prince of Rulan, and beside him, as usual, was Lin Shuiyao.

Following them were more than ten guards from the Prince's residence.

Lin Shuiyao's expression changed for a moment when she saw the wedding dress that her eldest brother had presented. However, when she met Zhou Wenju's gaze, she relaxed and cast her charming eyes at the third prince.

On the plaza, countless disciples all turned their gazes to the wedding dress held by their senior brother.

Their eyes all became complicated.

The male disciple's eyes were filled with surprise or envy.

Even though it wasn't springtime, the wedding dress still added endless springtime to the world.

It remained so pristine that even the dust rising in the air seemed to bend over upon this garment.

Clean the clothes!

Judging by their most basic common sense, this is a flawless garment, reaching the high level of human-level purity.

Is this something a disciple can practice?

Why can't they do it?

The female disciples, however, had a different perspective.

Why are such clean clothes not made for oneself?

How lucky I would be if someone made such a wedding dress for me someday?

This clean garment was made for Lin Shuiyao.

However, Lin Shuiyao's gaze did not fall on the tailor, but on the Third Prince's face...

Human hearts are truly unpredictable...

High above the pavilion, amidst the dewdrops, every detail of this pristine garment seems to be revealed, a beauty as ethereal as a dream.

The maid said softly, "Miss, it's alright, isn't it?"

"No problem at all! Even with such a demanding test, he completed it smoothly!" The young lady sighed softly, "Although there are many talented individuals in the Mo family, none of the Wen Gen disciples have done better than him."

"So, Miss, you must save him!" the maid said.

"He has already completed his mission, and no one has any reason to do anything to him anymore. Why do I need to save him?" the young lady said.

The maid said, "Logically speaking, that is indeed the case, but... look at the Third Prince's eyes, he clearly doesn't intend to let this go."

At the entrance to the equipment room, beside the plaza, the Third Prince gently opened his folding fan: "Yao'er, give it a try!"

Lin Shuiyao smiled gently, took a step forward, and accepted the wedding dress from her senior brother's hands. With a gentle flick of her wrist, the wedding dress rose like clouds and drifted down, landing on her.

In an instant, her image completely changed.

It is so sacred, so beautiful and moving.

"My lord, is it beautiful?" Lin Shuiyao's voice seemed to have become incredibly emotional.

"Beautiful! She looks just like a fairy from the clouds!" The third prince laughed heartily.

All the disciples' eyes lit up. At this moment, in front of thousands of disciples on the side of the square, Lin Shuiyao became the most sacred and beautiful sight...