Yin Yang Soul Searcher

In the Craftsmen's Hall, after Qiao Shou and the deputy hall master were teleported away, only some disciples who stayed up all night working overtime to forge weapons remained.

Because the two senior disciples are not in the Craftsmen's Hall, the formation of the Craftsmen's Hall cannot be restored to its spiritual power for the time being. It can be said that the Craftsmen's Hall itself is currently defenseless.

Just then, beneath the thick, dark clouds, a giant eagle flew in at incredible speed from afar. Its wings, whipping up wind and rain, circled above the Craftsmen's Temple.

Out of caution, the giant eagle did not land immediately. Instead, it flapped its wings, and dense feathers rained down like arrows towards the gate of the Craftsmen's Hall.

swish swish

The stiff feathers, sharp as swords and gleaming coldly, were not hindered in any way and were deeply embedded in the stone lions and vermilion gate at the entrance.

"It really failed!" the giant eagle muttered to itself, then swooped down toward the Craftsmen's Hall.

Upon landing, the giant eagle's wings transformed into a pair of arms, and its sharp, long talons became legs. In an instant, it transformed from a giant eagle into a man draped in a black robe.

The feathers embedded in the gate and stone lions vanished instantly with a wave of the man's hand.

Without wasting any more time, the man blasted open the two large doors of the Craftsmen's Hall.

In the courtyard of the Craftsmen's Hall, each room is divided like a chessboard. Some are brightly lit, while others are dimly lit.

Hearing the explosion at the door, some disciples who were refining weapons came out of their rooms one after another.

After recognizing the person before him, one of the disciples stepped forward and asked, "What are you doing here? How dare you force your way into the Craftsmen's Hall!"

At the same time, he had some doubts. Wasn't there an array around the gate? How did he get in so easily? Also, wasn't the Palace Master at home?

Without saying a word, the man flicked his right sleeve, and a shiny black feather flew out like an arrow toward the disciple's head.

The disciple greeted me with a "Good morning!" and started fighting without warning. In the blink of an eye, just as the feather was about to touch his head, the disciple pulled out the Craftsmen's Hall token and placed it on his forehead.

Ding

The feather made a clear sound when it touched the token, and then fell to the ground.

The disciple's hand holding the token was trembling slightly; he almost died!

The man glanced at the token with some surprise, and just as he was about to make another move, a group of other disciples surrounded him.

"We're all gathered together, ready to fight at any moment. He alone might not be able to kill us all!"

Someone shouted something, and the other disciples all gathered around, wary of the black-robed man before them as if facing a formidable enemy.

They all held tokens from the Craftsmen's Hall, which could be used to set up simple formations to resist in critical moments.

"Lord, help! We can't beat him!" someone shouted for help from the crowd.

"The temple master must be gone, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to get in." Some of the quick-thinking disciples came up with this possibility.

"What should we do then?"

"Why don't we retreat first? The Palace Master will come back to deal with him."

"Good idea!" The disciple who had just spoken up agreed loudly.

Then, a group of disciples stood guard, watching the man as if facing a formidable enemy. Clutching their tokens, they retreated in unison towards the door.

The Craftsmen's Hall is gone, so be it; we can rebuild it. It's not like it hasn't been damaged before. But you only have one life; if you die, you have nothing left.

A few taels of silver a month? It's not worth risking my life for the Craftsmen's Hall. I'm not even the Hall Master's personal disciple...

The man was visibly taken aback by these words, not expecting these people to be so pragmatic. He turned around, no longer confronting them. His purpose in coming here wasn't to kill.

Ignoring the crowd, the man lightly touched the ground with his foot, then leaped up, flying over the houses that were divided like a chessboard. He arrived at the very back of the craftsmen's hall.

This is where the magical artifacts crafted by the artisans are stored, along with some raw materials for crafting these artifacts, such as array stones and ores.

The man in black kicked open the door with a light step, greatly shocked. That man's compass was truly amazing; the array in the Craftsmen's Hall had indeed completely failed.

Upon entering the room, the man in black first looked around, then his pupils contracted. He could hardly believe his eyes.

Why is this room filled with paper figures? Their pale faces are smeared with blush, and they wear deep blue robes. They're neatly arranged, crammed into the warehouse. There are more paper figures than in a typical coffin shop...

The man, puzzled, continued his work, waving his hand to send a large feather flying from his sleeve, instantly shredding all the paper figures in the room, scattering the paper scraps and clearing a large space in the room.

The man's cold, hawk-like eyes swept quickly across the room with a purpose: "Not here."

There were seven or eight workshops of this size, and the man did not hesitate to change rooms and continue his search.

The second room was filled with shelves, on which were boxes of various sizes. The man casually opened a box, which contained all sorts of strange herbs... He tossed the herbs aside and went to the third room.

The third room was filled with broken magical artifacts, treasures, and trinkets. These were probably all failed attempts at crafting. In a small corner lay a purse embroidered with pastries... which probably contained some hidden money.

After searching until the very last shop, the man's face showed impatience: "Damn it, it was hidden so well."

Persistence pays off; after seeing the scene inside the last room, a smile finally appeared on the man's face. This was the real reason he had come!

The room was filled with uniformly sized, standard-issue broadswords, spears, shields, and other military supplies. The broadswords gleamed coldly, and the shields were shaped like the back of a tortoise...

These are magical artifacts that Emperor Taikang ordered the artisans to forge for Yunzhou. Once completed, these weapons will be transported to the front lines in Yunzhou, where they will serve as the vanguard in the attack on the Great Demon Kingdom. Avenge the Imperial Preceptor!

To confirm that the weapons had been forged, the man picked up a standard-issue longsword and began to bend it with both hands.

As the man bent the longsword, faint Sanskrit characters appeared on its surface, along with a slight flash of light. This indicated that they were all magical artifacts engraved with formations!

It's confirmed, they are all already crafted magical artifacts!

A smile appeared on the man's gloomy face. Gradually, his face began to change. Feathers began to grow all over his face, and his features became distorted. In no time, his entire face turned into an eagle's face!

It has a human body and an eagle's head, and looks just like Amitabha Buddha's uncle.

As the giant eagle opened its massive beak, the neatly arranged weapons began to tremble and slowly float up. During this process, the weapons shrank in size and then flew uncontrollably into the man's mouth.

After the man swallowed all the weapons, the hair on his face gradually disappeared, and he returned to human form.

The room was now empty. After doing all this, the man didn't linger and turned to fly towards the pavilion at the entrance of the Craftsmen's Hall.

The disciples of the Craftsmen's Hall had long since disappeared, leaving only the man in the vast hall.

The man started from the first floor and went through each floor. He broke into and vandalized every room on each floor.

"That person said that all the treasures Qiao Shou crafted using auspicious beasts were kept in the Craftsmen's Hall, but I've searched the entire hall and they're nowhere to be found." The man frowned and pondered for a moment: "There's only one place left."

The man stopped on the third floor; this was Joe's room!

At this moment, the room was filled with the mess left by the fight between the burly man and the deputy hall master. The pillars were leaning and all the furnishings in the room were scattered all over the floor.

In the entire room, only the alchemy furnace, which occupied a third of the room, stood firmly in place. The entire furnace was golden in color, and it was carved with dragons and phoenixes.

The man entered the room and searched it thoroughly, but found no secret passages or hidden treasures. Of course, it was also possible he simply couldn't find them; after all, the demon race was unfamiliar with such intricate schemes.

Finally, the man's gaze fell upon the enormous alchemy furnace.

As the man approached, he peered through the holes in the furnace and found it completely empty, without even a trace of black slag.

"Unlikely," the man muttered to himself, then a cold glint flashed in his eyes, a glimmer of light appearing in his gloomy gaze. He then looked at the alchemy furnace through the hole again.

This move is one of his signature supernatural abilities: Eagle's Eye!

This time, the alchemy furnace was no longer empty; instead, it shone with a golden light. Floating within this sea of ​​golden light were various artifacts, each resembling a formation master's golden compass—clearly not ordinary objects.

Each artifact was adorned with intricate Sanskrit runes and faintly emitted its own unique glow. These were magical treasures crafted from the corpses of auspicious beasts!

Each one is imbued with the innate supernatural powers of the auspicious beast in its lifetime.

The entire Great Xia Dynasty, no! All the magical treasures crafted by auspicious beasts in the entire world combined don't equal the number in this alchemy furnace! This shows the profound foundation of the Great Xia Dynasty!

Even the most worldly demon cultivators couldn't help but breathe rapidly upon seeing these things, their gloomy eyes revealing greed and fervor!

If these things are brought back to the Great Demon Kingdom, the entire kingdom's strength will be elevated to a whole new level! My own strength will definitely advance even further!

Thinking of this, he finally couldn't resist and reached into the alchemy furnace. Wasn't it too easy to find it so readily?

The moment the thought crossed the man's mind, the alchemy furnace instantly turned red-hot, its entire body appearing as if cast from magma. A violent flame erupted within the furnace. The man's arm, which he had just placed inside, sizzled and burned immediately.

what! ! !

The man grimaced, a pained expression on his face, sweat pouring down his forehead. He instantly pulled his arm back.

His right arm was already burned red, and his black robe was burned to ashes the moment the furnace burned.

"It's not that simple after all! That damned Joe is really cunning, he's burned all my feathers!" the man cursed incessantly.

The man was filled with resentment. The fact that such flames could burn him, a third-rank cultivator, to this state demonstrated the terrifying power of the flames.

I'm afraid I won't be able to take anything from inside today! But I'm not willing to leave like this!

The man began pacing around the alchemy furnace. Once the pain in his arm subsided somewhat, he finally relinquished his greed and remembered the man's words—that he should help him retrieve the sword-shaped magical artifact! This was one of the collaborative projects between the demon race and the array masters.

However, according to his observation, the magical artifact that resembled a sword seemed to be just a scabbard, which was different from what the array master had said. Shouldn't it be a complete set of swords? Where did the swords inside go?

The man made up his mind to try one last time; if he couldn't get the array out, the array master wouldn't blame him.

With so many magical treasures right in front of him, he would try his best even without cooperating with the formation master!

Moreover, the formation is slowly recovering. The formation master and Qiao Shou have been fighting for some time and should be back soon.

Thinking this, the man no longer hesitated and took out a black animal hide from his sleeve. The hide was covered with dense black hairs that were as sharp as needles.

After draping the animal hide over his burned right arm, the man reached into the alchemy furnace.