A great adventure in the world of immortal cultivation

KP: (pinching nose) ...Please give me some advice on how to talk.

Romeo: I told Lei Mi, you're not selling the hammer because you want to ensure its ownership belongs to the Lei family. That's easy. Instead of a sale, let's pawn it. You can pawn the hammer to us for 500 spirit stones. The pawn period is unlimited. Whenever you need it later, you can redeem it for another 500 spirit stones. It's like we'll keep it for you for free. You get the spirit stones, and we get the hammer. It's a win-win situation, isn't it?

Xiao Huohuo: Shocked.

Han Buli: Shocked.

Joan of Arc: Shocked.

KP: I was shocked. It turned out to be normal rhetoric!

Romeo: You seem to have too much prejudice against me. (pouting angrily)

KP: Then Romeo, you should use your words. Since you have tickled Lei Mi's itch, the judgment is only -10%.

Romeo: Talk, 9/50, success.

Romeo: Steady.

KP: So, after listening to Romeo's words, Lei Mi's eyes also lit up. He could exchange a low-grade magic weapon that he had no use for at all for 500 spirit stones that could solve his urgent needs. Even if his family asked about it in the future, he could redeem it at any time. It was undoubtedly a very suitable deal.

Lei Mi: That's great. If Junior Sister Zhen has no objection, then let's sign the spiritual oath!

Joan of Arc: I'm fine!

KP: Since both parties have no objection, then we shall take the oath.

Spirit Stones - 500.

Jeanne received the [Thunder Hammer Pawn Item (Unlimited)]

Joan of Arc: Yes, yes, Romeo, I love your teeth!

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There is another update today.

Chapter 129 The Legendary Dwarf Craftsman (Day 45)

KP: A gathering place for free cultivators, an open space in a square that everyone can easily find, is where the sword-forging competition is held.

Xiao Huohuo: Open the door and see the hot dog. (half annoyed)

KP: As a highly anticipated event among the gathering of independent cultivators, a large number of onlookers have already gathered outside the square. Among them, over ten cultivators have already registered to participate. Most of their cultivation levels range from the third to the fifth Qi Refining stage. However, don't underestimate these seemingly humble cultivators. In the world of weapon refining, they are as formidable as Qi Refining masters like Fang Yuan and Li Shi. Each of them has their own unique strengths and skills. Their forging and spirit infusion techniques are truly astounding, and they also have secret weapons that can bring you unexpected surprises.

Romeo: Quack! What a great sword-forging competition! Bring it up! (Happily)

Han Buli: Better take it away. I've already...tasted too much. (Sad)

Jeanne: Is there any point in participating in such a homosexual competition? (annoyed)

KP: Then, after squeezing into the crowd, Joan of Arc and Romeo, who had taken off his disguise, also arrived at the registration office for the sword-forging competition. The monks who had already registered and those who were about to register all changed their expressions slightly when they saw Romeo appear.

The surprised monk said: "What a sturdy man! Those arms, when they swing, must have the strength of thousands of pounds. Don't underestimate them!"

The nervous monk said: "Tsk, judging by his aura, his cultivation must be quite high. This sword forging competition is really full of hidden talents..."

The monk licking his lips: Haha, these muscles feel so strong and powerful, so strong and powerful!

KP: Seeing Romeo's tall and majestic figure, the monk in charge of registration was also enlightened and very consciously handed over a wooden sign.

The monk in charge of registration: "Are you here to participate in the Swordsmithing Conference?" Just register your name, cultivation level, and sect here, then pay the 50 spirit stone participation fee and you're in.

Xiao Huohuo: Why do I have to pay again? (Half annoyed)

Han Buli: You may make money, but the organizer will definitely not lose money.

Joan of Arc: No? No one saw me?

KP: Due to the crowded crowd around, when Joan of Arc squeezed in earlier, she could only follow Romeo quietly. At this moment, all her vision was directly blocked by Romeo's "high wall", and she completed a perfect stealth without any judgment.

Han Buli: I envy your perfect stealth.

Joan of Arc: I'm a little angry.jpg.

Romeo: I will lift Joan of Arc in one hand and bring her to the front of the sculpture.

KP: Then you passed the 50% lift?

Romeo: Roar!

Romeo: Joan of Arc raised high, 7/50, success.

Romeo: Easy to handle~

Joan of Arc: Fuck!

KP: Then, Romeo reached back and easily lifted Joan of Arc by the collar. In full view of everyone, Joan of Arc, mortified and furious, tried to strike back, but her range was too limited. Her two short legs fluttered helplessly in the air, like a sullen hamster.

Xiao Huohuo: So cute.

Han Buli: It’s really cute.

Joan of Arc:RedWen.jpg.

Romeo: Then I'll put Joan of Arc on the table in front and tell the people who are registering that it's actually her who's going to compete, not me.

The monk in charge of registration:?

KP: Seeing Joan of Arc standing on the table with her hands on her hips but not even as tall as Romeo's shoulder, the monks around were all stunned. After a brief look at each other, laughter broke out and the air was suddenly filled with a happy atmosphere.

Monk A: Whose kid is making trouble here again? Go back quickly. This is not the place for you.

Monk B: Judging from her words, he seems to be from the Chengtian Sect? Could he really be a weapon refiner?

Monk C: Hehe, the kid is ignorant and practices this for fun.

Xiao Huohuo: Zhen Yiji said yes. (Laughs)

Joan of Arc: This is outrageous! These guys who judge people by their appearance are really going too far. I will take out my hammer and hit them all in the head.

KP: Then, Jeanne took out her lightning hammer and swung it twice with practiced precision. The ancient iron hammer shone with a faint flash of lightning, accompanied by a faint roar. While the sight of a young girl swinging a hammer was still somewhat comical, everyone saw that you were indeed a weapon refiner. The disdainful laughter gradually faded, giving way to amazement. The monk in charge of registration also looked up and took another look at you.

Joan of Arc: (staring) What are you looking at? Have you never seen a little weapon refiner before?

The monk in charge of registration: This is the first time I’ve seen someone as young as you... Well, according to legend, there is a group of dwarves in the southwest corner of the continent who are naturally good at forging and refining equipment. Could it be that you are from that lineage?

Xiao Huohuo: Of course.

Joan of Arc: Bullshit, I’m still in my growth spurt and will grow taller later!

Han Buli: Still in the growth stage at 17?

Joan of Arc: They are cultivating immortality, and their life span is often hundreds of years old. At 17 years old, they are almost like a baby.

Han Buli: That makes sense.

KP: So, after registering her information and paying 50 spirit stones, Joan of Arc received a black waist badge and followed the monk who led the way to a large red tent. Romeo was left outside and was free to move around.

Romeo:Okay, I'm free.

Xiao Huohuo: Come on, Lao Luo, I’ve reserved a seat for you to watch the show.

Han Buli: And some melon seeds.

Romeo: Great!

Joan of Arc: ...

KP: Arriving inside the tent, Jeanne discovered it was significantly larger than she had seen from the outside, capable of accommodating nearly a hundred people. Ten contestants had already gathered inside, most of them hunkered down in a corner, silent. A few familiar monks were quietly discussing their experiences refining weapons. Judging by their expressions, most were filled with a mixture of nervousness and excitement for the upcoming competition.

Joan of Arc: Is there anyone you know in there?

KP: (Dark Dice)

KP: Joan of Arc, please observe.

Joan of Arc: Observation, 89/30, failure.

Xiao Huohuo: Oh my, young lady who has been refining weapons all night, it’s time to go to bed early at night.

Han Buli: Otherwise, your eyes will be damaged.

Joan of Arc: Ugh... (disgusted)

KP: Forget it, Joan of Arc, please have another inspiration.

Joan of Arc: Inspiration, 8/60, success.

Joan of Arc: Damn it, it would be better to use this dice point for observation!

KP: Then, Joan of Arc, you seemed to sense some hostile gazes around you, but when you turned around to look, that thorny feeling disappeared, leaving only a few monks with puzzled expressions. However, after seeing the black card on your waist, they also looked away.

Jeanne: Hostile gazes... What's going on? (Pinching nose)

Romeo: I will spy on you forever... forever... forever.

Joan of Arc: Damn, Romeo, give me fuck!

KP: After another half an incense stick of time, with the last two monks entering the tent, all the contestants had arrived, a total of 13. Then, a middle-aged monk who looked to be the organizer strode into the tent, raised his hand to touch his goat-horn beard, his eyes filled with a shrewd smile.

Hosting Monk: "Haha, everyone's here, right? I'm Huang Mingli, the person in charge of this Swordsmithing Conference. As a regular fixture at this annual gathering of free cultivators, this isn't the first time it's been held, so I'm sure you've all heard of it. While this conference is only open to cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage, the process is formal and the reputation is excellent. Each year, we invite the four most authoritative weapon-refining masters within a thousand-mile radius to serve as judges. If you're looking to establish yourself and potentially secure employment with a major family, this conference is the perfect opportunity to showcase your skills!"

Han Buli: I'm glad to be joining the company. By the way, this guy looks familiar. (Pinching nose)

Xiao Huohuo: Indeed.

KP: Well, after hearing Huang Mingli's words, many of the contestants' faces lit up with excitement. It's clear that they were drawn to the fame of this swordsmithing tournament.

KP: Seeing this, Huang Mingli nodded with satisfaction and continued speaking.

Huang Mingli: However, before the conference officially begins, I still need you to pass a small test.

KP: After saying that, Huang Mingli took out a fist-sized black sphere from his Qiankun bag and placed it on the platform in the center of the tent.

Huang Mingli: This is forged iron, incredibly hard and self-healing. To deform it, both force and precision are essential. I'd like to ask you to hammer it three times each, as a preliminary test before the conference begins.

KP: Upon hearing this, all the monks present fell silent, turning their heads to look at each other's expressions. After a few breaths, a strong monk came forward.

Strong monk: Humph, it’s just blacksmithing. It doesn’t matter who goes first or later. I’ll go first!

KP: (Dark Dice)

KP: The burly monk took out a 1.5-zhen-long black iron hammer from his Qiankun bag and smashed it three times on the Wanduan Iron Essence. However, the Iron Essence was only slightly deformed on the third hit and quickly returned to its original shape.

Xiao Huohuo: 1.5 Zhencao.

KP: Huang Mingli quickly wrote something down in a booklet and then nodded.

Huang Mingli: Good, next one.

KP: Seeing that this first round of tests didn't seem to have any special meaning, the other monks followed suit. For a while, there was a constant sound of hammering in the tent. Some people successfully dented the iron and looked proud, while others hammered the iron three times but the iron didn't move at all, looking a little lost and frustrated.

KP: Okay, Jeanne, you're almost ready to go.

Joan of Arc: Okay, here, let me, Joan of Arc, forge it!

Joan of Arc: Forging, [3d100:2, 99, 49]/69, 1 great success, 1 great failure, 1 success.

KP: (Frowning) What kind of hammering technique is this?

Xiao Huohuo: The crazy hammering method.

Joan of Arc: (half annoyed)

KP: So, as the monk with the most "outstanding" figure present, Joan of Arc's appearance undoubtedly attracted everyone's attention. You took out the lightning hammer, found the right angle and smashed it down. Both the strength and precision were perfect and just right. Amid the faint sound of thunder, the iron essence made a dull sound and actually dented nearly half an inch!

Contestant A: What?!

Contestant B: This guy is born short, but he pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger. His strength is so terrifying!

Xiao Huohuo: That stinky little sister stole my extra role again. (Pinching nose)

KP: Amidst the exclamations and gasps, Huang Mingli's eyes lit up. He hadn't expected this little dwarf to actually possess the qualities of a master weaponsmith. But before everyone could finish their exclamation, Jeanne's second hammer suddenly lost its accuracy, sending the Iron Essence flying. Fortunately, Huang Mingli reacted quickly and blocked the blow, preventing a competitor from being decapitated by the Iron Essence.

Huang Mingli: ...

Other contestants: ...

Jeanne: ...I made a mistake accidentally, eh~?

KP: (Hey, you head) Then, after a somewhat awkward pause, Huang Mingli put the iron spirit on the stage again, and Joan of Arc's third hammer fell without any danger, leaving a small dent on the iron spirit.

Huang Mingli: (recording) Hmm... it’s, it’s okay.

Xiao Huohuo: Huang Mingli: It’s hard to comment.