When I woke up, the entire cultivation world was talking about my master.

With Bu Xizhou escorting them all the way, the swordsmen dared not rush forward, and the rest of the journey was indeed much quieter.

Chu Xianlan collected various treasures along the way, carefully examining the terrain of the Sword Cave and the distribution of minerals on the rock walls as she walked. After passing through the Sword Cave, a surging dark red lava lake came into view.

An intense heat wave hits you.

Behind the lava lake, the silhouette of a massive building catches the eye. It is ancient, rugged, and simple, its surface covered with charred marks left by the long years. It stands alone beside the lava lake, looking somewhat desolate.

"Master, that's the Weapon Refining Pavilion!" Chu Xianlan exclaimed in shock.

A weapon cultivator would never mistake this familiar aura.

Yi Chen said, "Let's go in and take a look."

The entire weapon-refining pavilion had clearly been silent for countless years. The empty hall was devoid of any human presence, and scattered throughout the hall were many unfinished spirit sword embryos and rare ores, all covered with a thick layer of dust.

Chu Xianlan was so happy that she forgot about Shu, looking around and touching everything, her mouth watering.

The neglected boat was very jealous and let out a low hum of dissatisfaction.

Chu Xianlan then remembered that her master was still standing behind her!

He quickly composed himself, his expression shifting from that of a weasel caught in a chicken coop.

"Ahem, Master, I just did a rough survey. Although this place has been abandoned for a long time, the basic structure of many weapon-refining furnaces and auxiliary formations is still well preserved. If we could..." Chu Xianlan's gaze slowly drifted towards the center of the main hall.

There is a colossal thing there.

The Primordial Artifact, the Celestial Furnace.

The ultimate creation used to forge ancient swords millions of years ago, representing the ultimate fantasy of all weapon refiners.

Chu Xianlan couldn't imagine how fulfilling his weapon-forging career would be if he could personally open the furnace. He would be willing to live a life of luxury for the rest of his life!

Yi Chen took in the boy's blissful little gestures, so vivid and lively, and a soft, helpless feeling swept through his heart: "Come a little closer."

Chu Xianlan, not understanding why, stepped forward.

Yi Chen bent down and gently wiped his cheek with a handkerchief. "There's some dust here."

"Ah... I, Master, I can wipe it myself." Chu Xianlan's eyes widened suddenly.

"cough."

An untimely, sudden sound rang out from the empty hall.

"Are you kidding me? I can hardly bear to look at you two. Did you come to my weapon-refining pavilion for a tryst?" The woman's voice was lazy, deep, and had a smoky, husky quality.

Beside the majestic Heavenly Crafting Furnace, a shadowy figure leaned against something unknown.

Chu Xianlan could tell at a glance that it wasn't a living person.

It's not a ghost.

It is the soul.

She was a woman with her legs crossed, dressed in a simple weapon-forging outfit, with a dark headscarf casually wrapped around her head. She was tall and agile, exuding a powerful aura of having been forged through countless trials.

The woman raised an eyebrow, looked Chu Xianlan up and down with interest, and uttered three words, "A weapon cultivator."

Almost as soon as she approached, Bu Xizhou cautiously circled around to Chu Xianlan's side.

"Oh dear, you're the sword I forged hammer by hammer, and you still want to bite the swordsmith back?" The woman was almost laughing in anger.

Chu Xianlan was extremely surprised.

Was the Untethered Boat forged by this senior?

If the Heavenly Crafting Furnace were activated, wouldn't it... allow the Unbound Boat to be reforged once again?

He suppressed the intense shock in his heart and asked with shining eyes, "Senior, is this really your weapon-refining pavilion?"

"Of course," the woman raised her chin and patted the Heavenly Crafting Furnace, "besides me, who else has the ability to operate this furnace? It's a pity I don't have a physical body now, so I can't do anything."

Having said all that, Yi Chen had more or less guessed the woman's intentions, and his eyes gradually turned cold.

In the world of cultivation, such ancient traditions that rely on secret realms or relics are often accompanied by risks.

Of the powerful souls that leave behind their legacy in secret realms, very few do so to find suitable successors to continue the lineage. Most, however, have to pay a price—for example, by using the name of inheritance to seize a body and occupy its form.

Unattached boat quietly returned to the sword master's side, its sword energy gathering and ready to be unleashed.

Yi Chen originally did not want to interfere with his disciple's opportunities and destiny, but if the other party came with ill intentions...

Chu Xianlan's next words were even more sinister than those of a heretic: "Then hurry up and possess me! With my body, you can reopen the Heavenly Crafting Furnace."

The boy's eyes shone brightly, showing no fear of being possessed, only a longing to open the furnace.

woman:"?"

Yi Chen: "?"

Unmoored Boat: "?"

Silence fell, then two voices rang out simultaneously:

"Pah! I don't want to possess a man!"

"Xianlan...don't talk nonsense."

This isn't really Chu Xianlan's fault; he's not usually this carefree. It's just that the forging techniques of the ancient sword have been lost to the world for a long time, and the Heavenly Crafting Furnace is an extremely rare treasure that has never appeared before. I'm afraid that any fanatical weapon cultivator in the cultivation world would be unable to leave this place.

"You want to open the furnace?" The woman sat down cross-legged, propped her face up with her hand, and sighed, "It can't be opened. Even if I really possess your body, without the furnace fire, the Heavenly Crafting Furnace cannot be started."

"Where's the furnace?" Chu Xianlan urged the senior, speaking eloquently about weapon forging. "We need to identify the problem, analyze the problem, and solve the problem."

The woman coughed, never expecting that the artifact cultivator from millions of years later had gone mad to a state she couldn't have imagined. She glanced at the young man and suddenly asked, "Are you human?"

Chu Xianlan nodded.

"You're not bad. Your talent isn't any worse than mine, a half-demon."

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Chu Xianlan was slightly taken aback. "Senior, you... are you a half-demon?"

"Of course." The woman's tone carried an unquestionable pride in her identity. Recalling her past glory, she looked at Bu Xizhou with a strange sense of nostalgia. "After all, the blood of us half-demons carries the spirits of both races, giving us unparalleled talent in weapon crafting and other areas."

She smiled and turned to ask, "Isn't it the same now?"

The expression on the boy's face was different from what she had imagined; there was no admiration, only shock.

The woman was puzzled. "What's wrong? Isn't that right?"

Chu Xianlan suddenly understood many things.

Why did the ancient sword forging technique completely disappear?

Why does the Myriad Swords Immortal Realm have such intricate connections with the demon race?

Millions of years ago, half-demons were not beings who cried out for war. They stood openly between heaven and earth, creating a glory that even humans and demons could hardly match.