Journey to the West Creation Technique

The patrol team consists of five people per team, and the team leaders are all Foundation Establishment cultivators, making them arguably the most dangerous team in the Southern Underworld Guard.

This team has two duties: first, to patrol and monitor the Nanming Guard's territory within a hundred miles, keeping track of any powerful demonic beasts that might threaten the area; second, to hunt and eliminate any demonic beast deemed a threat to the Nanming Guard, sparing no effort.

For example, if the Crimson-Crowned Fire Feathered Dragon, a peak second-tier creature, were to approach the encampment, the patrol team would exert all its strength to kill it.

Those who can join the hunting team are all outstanding among their peers. Even if they are just Qi Refining cultivators, their strength far surpasses that of ordinary cultivators of the same level.

Lu Chengjun's master, Cai Yiheng, was in the hunting team, constantly fighting against monsters in the wilderness.

Lu Chengjun was not surprised to learn that he had been transferred to this unit.

The garrison transferred him back from the salt station, hoping he would go to Crocodile Dragon Bay to find the spirit stone vein.

However, when he met with Shen Li, he clearly showed his helplessness.

Although Shen Li said he didn't want to go, he turned around and included him in the patrol team, which was reasonable.

The Nanming Guard was already short-handed, so how could they let him stay idle in the courtyard and farm?

Unless Lu Chengjun tells Shen Li the truth, that he is looking for a spirit stone mine.

Can I say?

Of course not!

First of all, there might not be any spirit stone veins in the vicinity of Nanmingwei.

Lu Chengjun's plan may have been useless from the very beginning.

Search secretly, and tell everyone after you find it.

Besides, how is he supposed to explain the art of "controlling beasts"?

Let's put this matter aside for now...

We're setting off tomorrow, so I should at least prepare a handy weapon.

Now that Lu Chengjun has the "Qimu Xuanjia" for defense, he can hide more than enough. He needs to get a weapon; he can't just go out carrying a hoe again.

How chilling?

……

Inside the city gate.

market.

The blacksmith shop on the street corner.

The stove in the shop was blazing, and the clanging and banging of metal was constant.

There were piles of scraps of black iron at the entrance, and inside the shop, knives, spears, swords, and halberds stood in rows, their cold glints faintly visible.

"Old Guo, get me a heavy weapon that's easy to handle!" A rough voice rang out, and a muscular young man walked into the shop.

A middle-aged man with bare chest walked out of the blacksmith's shop. His muscles were bulging and his skin was shiny with oil. It was the blacksmith, Guo Zhige.

He glanced at the young man and chuckled, "Li Ang, I heard you've been assigned to the hunting party?"

Li Ang grinned, saying with a hint of pride, "That's right, we're setting off tomorrow. The monsters outside are dangerous, and I'm the main attacker, fighting at the forefront. My goose-feather saber is too delicate; I'm afraid it's not rough enough. I'll prepare a few more."

"What kind do you want?"

"The heavier the better, of course!"

Guo Zhige raised an eyebrow: "Stop bragging! I'm afraid you won't be able to lift a finger."

"Hmph! You think I can't swing it? I'm a body cultivator, I'm just afraid your thing is too light and not handy!" Li Ang swaggered into the shop.

"Hey, how about this heavy black iron sword?" Guo Zhige took out a large sword and handed it to Li Ang.

Li Ang took it and weighed it in his hand.

This knife... is a bit heavy.

It does not meet his requirements.

He held a knife in one hand and a shield in the other.

A sharp knife and a strong shield are essential for survival.

"Too light! Not enough power." Li Ang pouted.

"Then take this ghost-head saber." Guo Zhige took out a large ghost-head saber that could only be wielded by two people.

Li Ang rolled his eyes: "No, no, it's too heavy... uh, no... it's too light, not enough to generate power."

Ah... is this not enough to get going?

Guo Zhige was taken aback, then his gaze towards Li Ang became more serious: "Good! It seems your body-refining technique is truly extraordinary. In that case, let me show you our family's prized possession!"

At Guo the blacksmith's call, several apprentices huffed and puffed as they carried over a heavy object.

Xuan Tie (Black Iron) Large Shovel.

One end is a straight shovel, and the other end is a crescent-shaped shovel.

The shovel is thick and made entirely of black iron.

It is made of solid materials and has an impressive weight.

Li Ang was stunned on the spot: "Boss Guo, are you... taking advantage of the fact that we have a lot of black iron ore here, as if it's free? Who can lift such a heavy shovel?"

Guo Zhige laughed heartily: "I forged it to save face, is that not allowed?"

"Hmph! Nobody can lift something this heavy. Forget it... just get me two goose-feather sabers, I'm more comfortable using them." Li Ang waved his hand, deciding to stop showing off.

Just then, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed the shovel handle.

To the astonishment of Guo the blacksmith and Li Ang, he actually lifted the shovel with one hand.

"Huff... huff..."

Lu Chengjun held the black iron shovel and casually turned it around in the cramped shop.

Although it wasn't fast, the shovel was incredibly heavy, and the sound of it cutting through the air was deafening, causing everyone to retreat in fright.

A flicker of excitement flashed in Lu Chengjun's eyes. He never expected to encounter the same shovel used by Sha Wujing in Journey to the West.

Since I am wielding the image of Sha Wujing, there is no weapon more suitable than this.

"How many Qingyun tickets?"

Guo Zhige hesitated for a moment before replying, "Fifty, I'll only charge you the cost price."

Lu Chengjun took out thirty-two Qingyun tickets from his pocket.

That's all he has left now.

He took out thirty Qingyun tickets and then took out two spirit stones from his pocket and placed them on the counter.

In the Central Plains, one Azure Cloud Ticket can be exchanged for one Spirit Stone.

But in this isolated, desolate Southern Ocean State, a single spirit stone is enough to exchange for ten or even twenty Qingyun tickets.

Guo Zhige's eyes lit up: "You actually have spirit stones?"

"Should we accept it or not?"

"Yes, of course we'll accept!"

Lu Chengjun said no more, picked up the black iron shovel with one hand, and turned to walk out.

Li Ang immediately chased after him, cupping his hands in greeting and calling out loudly, "Brother, what impressive arm strength! Could it be that you also cultivate body-refining techniques? May I ask which body-refining method you practice?"

Lu Chengjun glanced back at him: "I'm just naturally strong."

After saying that, he quickly disappeared into the crowd.

……

The next day at dawn.

Parade ground.

Lu Chengjun put on the Qimu Xuanjia armor close to his body, covered it with a loose cloth robe, and carried the black iron crescent shovel on his back, waiting quietly.

Before long, four figures arrived one after another.

A composed cultivator walked slowly over. His gaze swept over the four people, and he said, "I am Zhao Xuangang, the Foundation Establishment cultivator leading this expedition. There are two new faces on this patrol. Please state your names and specialties."

He looked at a young man carrying a knife and a shield.

Sensing the gaze, the young man volunteered, "My name is Li Ang, level six of Qi Refining, practicing the physical technique 'Soaring Dragon Strength.' I excel at frontal assaults, capable of both offense and defense. Leave the front line to me; I will never retreat!"

Then everyone looked at Lu Chengjun, who was clearly the second unfamiliar face.

"Lu Chengjun, Qi Refining Level 5, is skilled in combat and scouting."

Although he spoke very little, everyone felt that he had a very imposing presence.

That crescent-shaped iron shovel looked extremely heavy, yet he carried it on his back with an air of nonchalance.

Being quiet is not a flaw; after all, masters are sparing with their words.

Zhao Xuangang looked at Lu Chengjun and laughed, "Don't underestimate Fellow Daoist Lu just because he's only at the fifth level of Qi Refining. He's made great contributions at the Salt Station. He moves in and out right under the nose of the Crimson-Crowned Fire Feather Dragon as if he were strolling in a garden..."

Everyone's expressions changed.

The remaining two people also introduced themselves.

"Lin Che, Qi Refining Level 8, is skilled in stealth, tracking, and surprise attacks with hidden weapons. He is adept at scouting, reconnaissance, and ambush."

"Su Wan, at the seventh level of Qi Refining, is skilled in healing, detoxification, and concealing her aura. She can also set up a few small illusion arrays."

Zhao Xuangang nodded slightly: "The duties are clear. We shall set off immediately to investigate the unusual movements of the demonic beasts."

Just as the five were about to set off, a tabby cat approached and stayed close to Lu Chengjun's feet, never leaving his side.