A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 139 Night Escape

On the cyan-gold blade, as it continued to melt and heat, many tiny droplets of molten metal flowed out as if sweating, but they did not slip off the blade. Instead, they flowed a distance before disappearing back into the blade, making the luster even purer.

Xia Qing stood on tiptoe, watching the tiny droplets swim and return, and couldn't help but open her mouth wide.

Although Guan Luoyang did not understand forging, he could tell that the quality of the entire sword was infinitely close to a kind of self-circulating, flawless and perfect perfection.

He turned around and asked, "Master Wu, it seems you gained some inspiration from the Jade Snow Dragon Ring just now?"

"Haha, this dragon ring doesn't contain any secret manual, just a philosophy of our ancestor. But it just so happens that it has helped me understand it."

Wu Pingqiang looked at the furnace and said, "Ten years ago, I gathered all the materials and spent ten years forging and extracting them separately, and then fused them into one furnace. In fact, since the beginning of this year, this divine weapon has only one final step away from being finished."

"This final step is simply to establish the direction for this divine weapon. For example, the Five-Colored Seal can change the five elements, the Wuwei Sword can turn qi into ink, and the Tanhua Zen Staff can refine iron into mud. These are their unique directions. The foundation of this divine weapon in the furnace is already complete. It only needs a little guidance to give birth to similar supernatural powers."

"However, the types that I can think of, whether it is to make it extremely sharp, to make it control raging fire, or to make it change between hardness and softness, longness and shortness, all seem too ordinary, not outstanding enough and unsatisfactory."

Guan Luoyang asked curiously, "So now you've thought of an ability that's more unique than other divine weapons?"

"good."

Wu Pingqiang's smile seemed to be one of sudden enlightenment. "The relationship between ruler and minister, assistant and servant, tiger, leopard, beast and sheep. Every divine weapon in the world today is a ruler, a master, the king of beasts. None of them are willing to occupy the position of assistant."

"Then I will make it a unique and thorough assistant."

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Just as noon approached, Lu Pingdong received news in his courtyard that Wu Pingqiang had returned to the back mountain, accompanied by two others.

He immediately sent people to inquire about the identities of the two people. He heard that they were the successors of the Ice Glacier Sect, which was from the same source as the Sword Casting Manor. He didn't think much of it at first, but when he heard that Guan Luoyang had killed Meng Wanghou, who had just entered the Grandmaster realm, his expression couldn't help but turn somewhat ugly.

This expert from the Lu family of Chang'an finally realized what was hidden in the information he had dismissed so dismissively. He sent out all his followers and personally went out to learn about the whole incident that had recently occurred in the vicinity. He frowned at the actions of the Huo Luo Dao while worrying about Guan Luoyang's existence.

After leaving Zhao Wangui, who was recuperating from his injuries, Lu Pingdong unknowingly found himself on the road to the back mountain again, lingering there several times.

If a successor of the Ice Sect who is not far from becoming a Grandmaster were to obtain a divine weapon, he would almost be able to fight against a Grandmaster. With such a descendant by his side, would Wu Pingqiang still sell the divine weapon?

But this junior was not someone he had trained himself, and perhaps they weren't that close or trusting.

The value of the Moon Essence Elixir is not something that can be easily compared to.

Lu Pingdong was restless and confused, secretly thinking about raising the price. He ignored the invitation from the Sword Casting Manor to a luncheon, but fortunately, half an hour later, he saw Guan Luoyang and the little Taoist priest coming down from the back mountain.

Regardless of whether the divine weapon has been forged, it would take at least thirty-six hours for a top-tier expert to integrate the divine weapon into their body, using their true energy to regulate and connect with it.

Now that Guan Luoyang had come out at this time, Lu Pingdong felt slightly more at ease.

Xia Qing, being led by Guan Luoyang, passed by this place. After walking quite a distance, she looked back, turned around as if startled, and tugged at Guan Luoyang's sleeve, whispering, "Senior brother, that person's eyes are so fierce; he's still staring at us."

Guan Luoyang glanced sideways, recalling what An Feiyu had told him yesterday. He already had an idea of ​​what was going on and laughed, "It's nothing. He probably just looks a bit fierce, or maybe he's jealous that we got to see it ahead of time. Once the divine weapon is completed, he can go and see it too, and he won't be staring at us like that anymore."

Lu Pingdong's expression shifted. Was that divine weapon not yet truly forged?

After returning to the courtyard, Guan Luoyang told Xia Qing to go back to her room for lunch first, while he sat in the courtyard for a while.

What he just said was a complete lie.

After figuring things out, Wu Pingqiang actually completed the final step of the divine weapon's production in just a quarter of an hour, but it would still take most of the day for it to cool down.

Guan Luoyang tapped the table lightly with his fingers, pondering whether the Mind-Body Technique could be exchanged for that divine weapon.

The date agreed upon by Anfeiyu and the various factions is two days from now. At that time, the various factions will attack the Huoluodao branch altars that are difficult to relocate in the short term.

Guan Luoyang and his group also need to make preparations to provide assistance before then.

Guan Luoyang believed that the matter at the Sword Forging Manor should ideally be resolved within the next two days.

Even he was tempted, and those who already had their own ideas naturally felt a sense of urgency when they heard that outsiders had been to the back mountain.

Thus, even those guests who preferred quiet and did not care about the affairs of Huoluo Road participated in the banquet that evening, which was quite rare.

The banquet was held in the courtyard.

A crescent moon hung in the eastern sky, dotted with starlight, and the sky was cloudless.

About thirty-two low tables were set up in the east, west, south, and north, with soft cushions covered with silk behind them. The people sent by each family were naturally far more than these, but the servants would not sit down. If there were elders present, the younger disciples would only stand.

Therefore, these thirty-two low tables were more than enough, giving everyone room to choose.

As the music of string and wind instruments filled the air and a gentle evening breeze blew, the many guests took their seats.

Wu Weiyang glanced in this direction under the light of the corridor lanterns.

In fact, since the invitations were sent out, the Sword Casting Manor has been holding lunch and dinner banquets every day, but only a few martial arts enthusiasts who love excitement and good wine will participate every time. Many people prefer to dine in the courtyard of their guest rooms.

This is the first time we've managed to gather so many people together like tonight.

This year's Famous Swords Tournament will unveil a divine weapon, a fact that is generally understood. Originally, everyone was prepared to wait until the fifth day of the fifth lunar month, which was not too late.

Even those sects that wanted to retaliate against Huoluo Dao might have considered returning to Zhujian Manor after their actions, and then participating in the grand event with the momentum of their victory.

However, given Lu Pingdong's forceful meeting and secret discussions, and Wu Pingqiang's trip to the back mountain, it's inevitable that some parties will become impatient, and there will be some unexpected twists and turns tonight.

Wu Weiyang couldn't quite tell whether she should feel anticipation and pride or worry and anxiety, so she could only direct the disciples in the manor to serve the wine and dishes.

A line of disciples carrying trays had just passed through the corridor when another disciple from the manor, empty-handed but with a sword at his waist, brushed past them and hurried over, saying urgently, "Second Young Master, there's a man outside the manor claiming to be Xu Boyuan, requesting to see the Manor Master?"

Wu Weiyang felt the name sounded familiar. While pondering it, she casually asked, "Why is someone here so late? What are they dressed like?"

The disciple said, "He looks disheveled and seems to smell of blood, but he's wearing a Taoist robe and has an old man on his back."

"A Taoist robe?!"

Wu Weiyang seemed to remember someone, but before he could say anything, a shout came from outside.

The first startled shout rang out from the main gate of the manor, accompanied by the faint sound of a sword's hum, and at the same time, a gust of wind suddenly arose from outside the gate.

The subsequent whistling sounds of the disciples of the manor drawing their Dingfeng swords were all left behind by the sudden gust of wind.

A figure in a Taoist robe carrying someone on his back swept from the rooftop toward the courtyard. Wu Weiyang didn't have time to think and quickly got up to intercept him.

Jiang Jiusi looked up and his expression changed drastically.

"stop!!!"

With a flash, a sheathed longsword suddenly appeared in mid-air and slapped Wu Weiyang away.

Jiang Jiusi's sword strike was too hasty; he didn't even have time to channel his true energy to protect the entire sword.

After he caught the figure in the Taoist robe, a cloud of smoke rose from the scabbard, which was violently rubbing against the air, and a fire actually started.

Ignoring the small flame, Jiang Jiusi helped the Taoist priest up and asked in alarm, "Master Hu Xian, what happened? Who injured you?"

His gaze fell upon the aged figure hunched over the Taoist priest's back, and he was so horrified that his voice trembled, "Master Yu Tu!!"

The people present were initially confused about the situation. There were countless Taoists in the world with the title "Pot Immortal," but when the words "Master Yu Tu" were uttered, almost everyone was shocked and stood up.

Lu Pingdong kicked over the wine bottles on the table in front of him, strode over, and shouted, "What did you say, Master Yu Tu?!"

During the Tang Dynasty, Taoism was highly revered, and there were hundreds or thousands of Taoist priests. However, very few could be called "True Persons." Only Lao Jun Mountain could have such a universally recognized title, which was recognized by both the court and the public, for successive leaders of the sect.

The elderly man on the back of Master Xu Boyuan, who appeared to have fainted, was none other than Yu Tu, the previous leader of Lao Jun Mountain.

(End of this chapter)