A great adventure in the world of immortal cultivation

Bendali: Moreover, Liu Yuanxing hasn't used any forging tools yet. He has reached such a realm with just an iron hammer and a pair of flesh arms. His tool-refining skills are no less than mine.

Daoge: The magical weapon he forged seems to be a slashing sword? Haha, quite interesting.

KP: Amidst the discussion, the fourth hour came and the two people from Qingyun Sect also finished refining their weapons, but only one of them succeeded - Qingchen forged a three-foot-long sword, while Qingshi failed at the final moment of infusing the spirit. However, since the two were from the same sect, if one of them succeeded, it would not be considered a disgrace to Qingyun Sect.

Joan of Arc: Humph, in front of my 40% bonus, you are all trash~ Trash~ By the way, how is the forging of KP's rookie?

KP: Also in the fourth hour, when the two brothers from Qingyun Sect finished refining their weapons, a crisp breaking sound suddenly rang out in the field, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Xiao Huohuo: Oh wow.

Jeanne: It's like a meow.

KP: Then, where everyone's eyes were pointed, Bai Chenfei was looking at his forging table with a pale face. On the table were two broken single-edged sword blanks. The sword blanks were already very complete. The unsharpened side was covered with a layer of spiritual clay. It was obviously an advanced spiritual infusion method that could increase the toughness of the magic weapon. But unfortunately, this final step of spiritual infusion failed.

Bai Chenfei: I...I, I...!

KP: Looking at the broken sword blank on the stage, Bai Chenfei's lips trembled, and he said "I" for a long time without saying anything else. Under the attention of the whole audience, his pale face gradually turned red, his fists clenched, and his eyes were full of unwillingness and shame.

Xiao Huohuo: This is what happens when you brag before a match and get slapped in the face. (Laughing)

Romeo: Lovely, Vanilla.

KP: In the end, feeling completely humiliated, Bai Chenfei threw the broken sword to the stage with a clang. He didn't even dare to look back at Joan of Arc and fled from the venue.

Han Buli: And you, my friend, are the real one?

Jeanne: Wait a minute, KP, can I call him?

KP: Sure, sure. What do you want to do?

Xiao Huohuo: That must be the beach pounce.jpg.

Joan of Arc: I'm not flying on the beach. I want to tell him that as a Chengtian Sect cultivator, we can only die in battle! We can't die in vain! Are you leaving now like this? Do you want to be a deserter and bring shame to our sect?

KP: Hearing your words, Bai Chenfei's steps paused for a moment, then he turned around with his head stiffly erect, trembling all over and speaking through gritted teeth.

Bai Chenfei: At this point... you, you shorty, are you still going to say these things to humiliate me?!

Han Buli: Still being stubborn. Still being stubborn.

Xiao Huohuo: Where did this foul-mouthed brat come from? Drag him out and let Old Luo fuck him!

KP: What do you think, Jeanne? Do you want to engage in trash talk with Bai Chenfei?

Joan of Arc: (No, I want to fight back with righteous indignation!) It's come to this? Humph, then tell me, what time is it now?

Bai Chenfei:...Ah?

Jeanne: You can't answer that, right? Well, let me tell you, it's the fourth hour of the Swordsmithing Competition! There are still two hours left, and you haven't finished your work yet!

Bai Chenfei:……!

KP: So, despite her short stature, the unyielding firmness in Joan of Arc's words temporarily frightened Bai Chenfei, whose heart was in turmoil, and made him fall into a brief state of confusion.

Jeanne: KP, does this guy have his own forging tool?

KP: No, like Liu Yuanxing, Bai Chenfei used an ordinary hammer provided by the conference.

Joan of Arc: Then I'll throw the Thunder Hammer to him. It's the fourth hour now anyway, and my last stack forging can be successful even with an ordinary hammer.

KP: (Appreciation) He stepped forward, then subconsciously took the low-grade magic weapon, the lightning hammer, thrown by Joan of Arc. The only expression on Bai Chenfei's face was shock.

Bai Chenfei: You...what are you doing?

Joan of Arc: What are you still hesitating about! Pick up the hammer, return to the smelting table, and persist in forging until the very end! Even if the final result is not satisfactory, you must give an explanation to the sect and yourself!

Bai Chenfei:……!!!

Chapter 133: Fame (Day 45)

Romeo: Handsome, Joan of Arc, handsome.

Han Buli: This is the episode that best lives up to its name. (Applause)

Xiao Huohuo: Tsk, what's this stinky little sister trying to do with all of a sudden being so passionate? (Pinching nose)

Romeo: I know, I know! That Joan of Arc extended a helping hand to Bai Chenfei, she must be trying to take advantage of the situation and drag him back to make a star? Angry teeth!

Joan of Arc: Fnndp, please don’t think of me as being as humble as you do!

Romeo:? Isn't it?

KP: ? Isn’t it?

Joan of Arc: As a French saint, isn't it normal for me to do things that are consistent with my character?

KP: (pinching nose) Yes, normal?

Han Buli: Awakening the memories of the past life belongs to it.

Xiao Huohuo: Bah, I don't believe you, you little sister, you have a very bad heart. Now you are pretending to be upright and righteous, you must have other motives.

Joan of Arc: Hehehe.

KP: Joan of Arc, Look In My Eyes! Tell MeWhy!

Jeanne: (French military salute) It's nothing, actually. Just now, KP, didn't you say there were people I knew in the audience? I've been thinking about it, and among my current circle of acquaintances, the only one who seems to have some connection to weapon forging is Elder Xu. So if it's really Elder Xu who secretly came to watch the competition, I'll definitely have to do my best to show off. And even if it's not Elder Xu, there are still many people from the Chengtian Sect here. I'll first gain some reputation. By the time I return to the sect, I'll be able to grab the Wind Spirit Sword with a 90% certainty!

Romeo: Wow, you're Joan of Arc with fine teeth.

Xiao Huohuo: You do bad things outside and don’t want to be beaten by your parents, so you rush to do housework when you get home. BeLike.jpg

Han Buli: Laugh, the whole atmosphere collapsed.

Joan of Arc: What are you collapsing for?! A saint is judged by deeds, not by heart. Just tell me if what I did just now was okay or not!

Xiao Huohuo: Walking slowly.

KP: (Pinching nose) Although my starting point is a bit crooked, my words and deeds are still commendable... Jeanne, please use your speech skills, there will be a 30% bonus.

Joan of Arc: Talking skills, 67/80, success.

KP: So, after listening to Joan of Arc's passionate speech, Bai Chenfei had a complicated expression. He lowered his head and looked at the lightning hammer in his hand. After a few moments of silence, he finally made a choice.

Bai Chenfei: Humph, who needs a reminder from a short... short guy like you! I would have finished the race without you telling me!

KP: After saying that, Bai Chenfei threw the lightning hammer back to Jeanne, then walked straight to the pile of materials, picked up a piece of ordinary iron essence, returned to the smelting table, swung the hammer and started a new round of forging.

Xiao Huohuo: Wow, quite unique.

Han Buli: I said yes proudly.

Romeo: Cuter and more vanilla.

Joan of Arc: (Spreading hands) It’s a different era now, it’s time for tsundere people to be out of favor… Oh, except for Brother Sima.

Han Buli:?

KP: Joan of Arc, I hope you'll be lucky again.

Joan of Arc: Lucky, 52/60, successful.

KP: Perhaps it was the stark contrast between Jeanne's passionate speech and her striking figure that created such a powerful tension. Shortly after Bai Chenfei returned to the competition, the remaining two competitors, who had already given up hope and were about to give up, gritted their teeth and swung their hammers. Amidst the clanging of hammers, Qingyun Sect's Qingshi's eyelids fluttered. After much hesitation, he stood up, grabbed a piece of high-grade black iron, and began the second round of forging. Afterward, several competitors who had previously abandoned their swords returned to the smelting ground, picking up their own hammers and their faith!

Joan of Arc:?

KP: In the blink of an eye, the atmosphere suddenly changed. The clanging of hammers accompanied by the roaring of furnace fires seemed to return to the beginning of the competition, with the competitors brimming with enthusiasm and drive. Meanwhile, Liu Yuanxing, who had completed the refining first, sat idle on the side of the stage, becoming a mere backdrop for the others.

Xiao Huohuo: Damn, it’s on fire!

Han Buli: Although it was not the same time or the same place, Joan of Arc still led the grassroots people to launch a charge!

Romeo: I will take off my clothes and write [Fly with confidence, Zhenbao, I will always be with you] to cheer up Joan of Arc.

Joan of Arc: Damn it!

KP: Seeing the originally lifeless competition arena reignited, Huang Mingli and the four judges on the stage were all surprised, and their eyes were full of admiration when they looked at Jeanne.

Ni Ershen: I didn’t expect that this little girl, who looks frail, actually has such a firm heart for Taoism. It really shows that you can’t judge a book by its cover.

Bendari: Yeah, everyone's been so obsessed with winning or losing in competitions that they've lost their commitment to the art of refining. Even I've inevitably become numb to it. Seeing such a passionate scene right now is so thrilling, it makes me want to get out there and give it a go!

Wei Beike: Hahahaha, if you leave, this competition will be boring!

Doug: (No words, but the smile on his face becomes more and more sharp)

Huang Mingli: Well, Joan of Arc of Chengtian Sect...I feel like she is a good publicity target.

Xiao Huohuo: Okay, okay, now my stinky little sister is famous.

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

KP: (a round of dark dice)

KP: With everyone fully engaged, the fervent energy continued until the final moments of the swordsmithing competition. Six hours later, with Huang Mingli's call that the swordsmithing time was over, everyone put down their tools. Some laughed heartily, some secretly rejoiced, some looked reluctant, and some felt a sense of relief. But one thing remained constant: no one's face showed any regret or remorse.

KP: Qing Shi, despite his best efforts, couldn't catch up, having also chosen top-grade black iron for the second forging. Ultimately, he only completed the sword blank. Meanwhile, Bai Chenfei, by rationally choosing ordinary iron forging midway, sped up his progress. By covering the blade with earth, burning it, and infusing it with spiritual energy, he ultimately achieved a decent quality magical flying sword (+10%).

KP: As for Joan of Arc, she also completed the infusion of spirit into the magic weapon at the last moment before the end of the game. An extremely sharp sword sound rang out in the valley, which indirectly reflected the extraordinary quality of the flying sword and also received the warmest applause from the audience.

Audience A: I didn't expect a dark horse to emerge in this competition! And he still looks so young! It's true that the new generation is constantly pushing the old generation forward. I can't help but admit it.

Audience B: It's a pity that I didn't bet on the right person before, but it's worth the price of admission to be able to see the most exciting sword-forging competition in the past decade.

Audience C: Hehehe, Joan of Arc, my Joan of Arc...

Joan of Arc:?

Audience D: I don't accept it! How could something this outrageous happen? This idiot dwarf must have hired a shill! Rnm, give me my money back!

Romeo: My brother, your spirit stone seems to have fallen. Hurry up and bend down to pick it up.

Audience D:?

KP: (pinching nose) Then, amidst the clamor of voices, a short scream rang out, like a small pebble lost in the waves, fleeting and unnoticed.

Romeo: Thank you KP, I feel better now.

Huang Mingli: Okay, time's up now. Please hand in your crafted magical instruments for the masters to appraise! Also, although this may seem a bit pretentious, after all these years of holding this swordsmithing competition, your performances are truly the most outstanding and exciting I've ever seen! Regardless of the outcome, I think you all deserve a round of applause!

Xiao Huohuo: He knows how to host.

KP: At Huang Mingli's signal, a new round of enthusiastic applause erupted in the valley, causing the contestants present to purse their lips, revealing a sense of pride yet a reserved attitude. Then, the contestants who had completed their weapon refinements followed instructions and stepped forward to place their creations one by one on the table at the judges' table.

KP: There were originally 13 contestants, and with those who had withdrawn and returned, there are still 10 people left. Among them, 7 have successfully completed the refining of weapons, namely Liu Yuanxing (magic weapon quality +30%), Qingchen (magic weapon quality +20%), Bai Chenfei (magic weapon quality +10%), Zhendace (magic weapon quality +40%), and three contestants who are there to make up the number (magic weapon quality +0%).

Xiao Huohuo: It’s stable, we are the champions!

Joan of Arc: Don’t give me milk, my stinky brother!

KP: (Dark Dice)

KP: So, looking at the seven swords and magic weapons of different qualities on the stage, Huang Mingli took a quick glance, frowned slightly, and then took out a flying sword of average quality.

Huang Mingli: Whose work is this?

KP: Upon hearing this, a casual cultivator seemed to realize something and walked forward with a pale face.

Casual Cultivator: This is my work.

Huang Mingli: (shakes his head slightly) According to the standards of the conference, the size of the magic weapon to be refined must be between three feet and three feet three. Unfortunately, the flying sword you forged is half an inch longer, so you cannot participate in the next test.

Rogue Cultivator: I know I exceeded the limit by half an inch, but I failed once. The rest of the time, I was already using all my strength just to complete the weapon refining...

KP: Faced with the explanation of the casual cultivator, Huang Mingli just shook his head slightly.

Huang Mingli: I know it’s not easy for you to refine weapons, but I’m sorry, rules are rules.

KP: With that, Huang Mingli snapped his fingers, and the disqualified flying sword instantly pierced the nearby mountain wall. Hundreds of swords and sabers were already densely packed on it, clearly the remains of disqualified swords from past generations. Seeing this, the wandering cultivator's face paled, but knowing he was in the wrong, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and leave.

Han Buli: The classic size does not meet the standard.

KP: One person was eliminated before the competition officially started. Huang Mingli's harsh behavior made the remaining six people feel nervous. Even Joan of Arc, who forged the highest quality magic weapon, was not sure whether she could win the championship for a while.

Joan of Arc: Okay, okay, you’re trying to reverse the process, right?

Huang Mingli: Then, let’s move on to the evaluation phase.

"First, a strength test."

Chapter 134: Traditional Arts of the Swordsmithing Competition (Day 45)

"Then next, let's start the strength test."