Journey to the West Creation Technique

Do you need it?

How could this not be necessary...?

Thorin gazed at the great sword, its cold light gleaming and shining, his eyes filled with fervor and longing.

"We need it! We desperately need it! The White Serpent Tribe needs such a divine weapon!" Thorin's tone was extremely excited.

"Our warriors possess unpredictable and swift movements, as well as deadly venom. With such sharp swords, we will surely defeat the Black Boar Tribe!"

Lu Chengjun smiled faintly: "I can provide such weapons, but I know you can't make the decision."

As he spoke, he handed the black iron sword in his hand to Thorin.

"Take this black iron sword back and hand it over to the tribal general. This is my way of showing my sincerity."

"If the general is satisfied and wants more divine weapons, I can supply them, but..." At this point, Lu Chengjun's smile widened, "General Milun needs to come and discuss this in person."

"Where should we talk?" Thorin asked, frowning.

Lu Chengjun pointed to the rocky forest at the entrance of the outpost: "Let's talk in front of the rocky forest."

"Alright! I will definitely hand the sword over to General Milren," Thorin replied solemnly.

"Hmm." Lu Chengjun nodded slightly, then said with a serious expression, "If I don't receive any reply from the general within three days, then this batch of divine weapons might appear in the Black Pig Tribe."

"You are threatening the White Snake Tribe!"

"No..." Lu Chengjun shook his head: "I'm just stating a fact."

"Alright, I understand..." Thorin took the sample sword and disappeared into the dense forest.

Zhao Xiong watched Solin walk away and frowned, asking, "That kid wouldn't have kept the Xuan Tie Sword for himself and not reported the information to his superiors, would he?"

"No!" Lu Chengjun said with certainty.

"Why?" Zhao Xiong asked, puzzled, given that human nature is inherently selfish and greedy.

That guy is a native, that's true, but natives are still human beings, and they should also have humanity!

"When the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact." Even when facing Zhao Xiong, Lu Chengjun remained taciturn.

In the extremely dangerous Southern Desolate State, beings at the Qi Refining level simply could not survive independently.

Moreover, the indigenous tribes are attached to gods, and they are actually weaker. Weak individuals are more loyal to gods and their tribes without reservation.

Upon hearing these eight words, Zhao Xiong smiled faintly and said no more.

……

Two days later...

Outside the Blackrock Wasteland outpost.

In front of the Bagua Stone Formation...

A tall, silver-white figure slowly approached.

He was clad in a magnificent white scale armor that clung to his body, his figure tall and slender, with fine, intricate silver patterns spreading along both sides of his neck, exuding a chilling and majestic aura.

He brought only two people with him to this meeting: Sona and Thorin.

It can be said to be full of sincerity.

The three stood quietly in front of the pile of rubble.

Miren looked at the pile of stones in front of him, frowned, and said, "Is this the place?"

Thorin knelt down and said, "Yes, General, this is the place."

Miren looked at the stone forest before him, a look of confusion on his face: "I've been here before, but I remember there wasn't a stone forest here, but a valley..."

Just as Mirren was lost in his memories, he heard footsteps behind him.

Quite a few people came...

Lu Chengjun, Zhao Xiong, Lin Che, Su Wan, Li Ang, Qian Jin, Zhou He, Meng Yuan.

All eight people from the valley arrived, but they didn't come out of the stone forest; instead, they had been lying in ambush outside it all along.

It was as if the rocky forest wasn't a passageway, but rather a backdrop.

This was also the first time Zhou He and Meng Yuan had left the valley. Normally, there was no one like Zhao Xiaowei, a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, personally guarding it.

Zhao Xiong kept a low profile, hiding among the Qi Refining stage cultivators. He sent Lu Chengjun to negotiate while he remained silent.

Milen's gaze swept over the crowd, finally settling on "Lu Chengjun".

At this moment, Lu Chengjun was surrounded by everyone, and it was clear at a glance that he was the person in charge.

Thorin and Sona whispered in General Miren's ear almost simultaneously:

"That's him!"

"He's a businessman."

……

"You're a businessman? What's your name?"

Despite the large number of opponents, General Milun of the White Snake Tribe maintained a superior attitude.

Lu Chengjun remained calm as always: "My name is Lu Chengjun."

"Where do you come from? Which god is protecting you?" Miren continued to press, as if trying to get to the bottom of things.

"I came across the ocean, and I have no protector." Lu Chengjun answered the question concisely.

Mirren raised an eyebrow: "You've come all the way across the ocean? Are you perhaps a foreigner too?"

Lu Chengjun frowned: "Have you met any other foreigners?"

"Hmph! Those foreigners don't look quite like you, but they're all extremely mercenary and even more shameless!" Milen said with a look of disdain.

Lu Chengjun pondered for a moment and decided to steer the conversation back on track: "I invited the general here to discuss business."

"Hmph!" Milen snorted coldly and slowly drew the sword from his waist.

The sword flashed, and a chilling aura filled the air.

It was the black iron sword that had been given to Thorin earlier.

He ran his fingertips along the sharp blade, instantly coating it with a potent green poison: "Lu... how many swords of this caliber do you have left?"

Lu Chengjun: "The quantity is sufficient."

A smile played on Mirren's lips. "Very well... What do you want?"

Lu Chengjun opened his hand, revealing several low-grade spirit stones in his palm.

It shimmered with light and was filled with spiritual energy.

Miren immediately understood: "Alright! A glowing stone in exchange for a Xuan Tie sword."

This price would be quite reasonable in Nanmingwei, but in Blackrock Wasteland it's outrageous.

"General, you misunderstand." Lu Chengjun withdrew his hand. "What I want is not the stone, but the vein that produces the stone."

The atmosphere froze upon hearing this.

Miren flatly refused: "Absolutely not! Our temple is built right on the mine."

"One hundred swords, to be mined for a month." Lu Chengjun's eyes flashed.

"No!"

"Two hundred Xuan Iron Swords..."

"That won't work either."

"Two hundred swords... We will only take half of the spirit stones mined from them, and we will only mine for one month." Lu Chengjun stated his bottom line.

What the Southern Underworld Guards truly need is not spirit stones, but the essence of the earth veins. As long as they can enter and exit the mine, they don't even need a month; they only need a few days to set up an array to force the essence of the earth veins out of the mine and take it away.

If the indigenous tribes were unaware of the existence of the earth vein essence, then this condition could be considered quite favorable.

However, General Millen still refused: "I've said it before, this is absolutely impossible."

"Since it's impossible, let's just forget about it." Lu Chengjun turned to leave.

"Wait!" Miren called out to stop them.

Lu Chengjun stopped and turned to see if he wanted to say something else.

General Milren smiled slightly: "If you teach us the methods of smelting, we can consider letting you mine the veins."

After thinking for a long time, Lu Chengjun said, "First, start mining, then teach me the smelting method."

"Heh..." Miren chuckled, brandishing his poisoned black iron sword, its blade gleaming with a venomous light. "You think you have the right to negotiate?"

"You want to arrest me?" Lu Chengjun frowned.

"Hand over the smelting method, and I will still treat you as an honored guest." General Milen pointed his sword at Lu Chengjun.

Lu Chengjun: "I don't know how to smelt."

General Milen pointed his sword at Zhao Xiong, Lin Che, and the others: "Then someone will know how to do it."

Zhao Xiong, who had been hiding in the crowd, sighed. He knew things wouldn't go so smoothly.

A fierce-looking Zhao Xiong stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "Should we leave them alive?"