"If it were so easy, I wouldn't just practice alchemy alone. I'm ashamed to say that I'm quite talented in alchemy, but I'm terrible at weapon refining. I've been working in vain for more than ten years.
Later, I made up my mind to turn to the way of practicing alchemy." When the Taoist-robed man recalled what happened back then, he couldn't help but sigh several times, looking helpless.
"I see..." Dongfang Zimo thought thoughtfully, with regret in his eyes.
"But in Baixi City, there is a golden elixir monk who is quite famous for refining weapons. Brother Dongfang, why don't you go and ask for advice?" The man in Taoist robes saw the disappointed look in Dongfang Zimo's eyes and said after pondering.
"Since he was recommended by Fellow Daoist Zhang, I am naturally interested in meeting him. I wonder if Fellow Daoist Zhang has his address?" Dongfang Zimo asked excitedly with a golden light in his eyes.
The man in Taoist robes smiled and said nothing, holding a jade slip in his hand, eyes closed quietly, and handed it to Dongfang Zimo after a moment.
Dongfang Zimo took the jade slip and looked at it with a look of joy.
After half a day, Dongfang Zimo said goodbye to the man in Taoist robes, turned into a ray of light and walked away.
In the air, Dongfang Zimo grabbed a jade slip with his five fingers. After scanning it with his spiritual consciousness, he put it back into his storage bag. He lifted it up and quickly disappeared into the sky.
A month later, above a ten-thousand-foot-tall sword peak, Dongfang Zimo looked down in surprise at the three huge stone swords below. There were various buildings similar to treasure palaces under the giant swords.
Dongfang Zimo did not rush in rashly, but his eyes fell on the vague barrier in the sky.
"Which Taoist friend came to my humble home!"
Suddenly, an old man's buzzing voice came from inside the barrier, and the old man's voice echoed in several nearby mountains.
"My friend Dongfang Zimo, I heard that fellow Taoist is a master of weapon training, and I came here specially to visit you. If I offend you, please forgive me!" Dongfang Zimo said without changing his expression and raised his hands in the air.
There was no movement after that voice. After a moment, two groups of escaping lights flew out of Jianfeng. When the aura converged, they turned out to be two monks dressed as boys.
"The visitor is a guest, so let me first let my two boys entertain my Taoist friends. I have something that I can't get out of right now. I hope my Taoist friends won't blame me." The old man's voice sounded again.
When Dongfang Zimo heard this, his eyes fell on the two boys in front of him, and he saw them using their hands to remove the barrier.
"Senior, please come in." The two boys only had foundation building cultivation. When they saw that Dongfang Zimo was a golden elixir monk, they both bowed respectfully.
Dongfang Zimo nodded, took a big step, and appeared in front of the two boys.
The two boys were naturally startled, but then they calmed down and began to lead the way for Dongfang Zimo.
The three of them flew into Jianfeng, and two boys brought Dongfang Zimo into a magnificent palace. One boy asked Dongfang Zimo to take a seat, and the other boy quickly made a cup of spiritual tea and brought it over.
After doing all this, the two boys stood aside and waited quietly for instructions.
Dongfang Zimo looked at everything in the hall with interest. In addition to some common porcelain seat decorations, there was also a wooden frame placed in an inconspicuous corner of the hall.
Dongfang Zimo showed a look of astonishment. The wooden rack was filled with various swords. Just as he stood up to inspect these swords, the door outside the hall went dark, and then a burst of laughter came from the door.
"I have been negligent, and I hope fellow Taoists will not blame you." An old man in white robes came from outside the hall. This man's three strands of long beard were all white, and there was a golden fairy line between his eyebrows.
Dongfang Zimo originally wanted to say something with a smile, but his expression changed when he saw the old man's appearance.
"It's you!" Dongfang Zimo pointed at the old man in white robe with a frown.
"Huh? Fellow Taoist...it turns out you are that qi-training monk back then!" The old man in white robe was originally surprised by Dongfang Zimo's behavior, but when he looked at Dongfang Zimo seriously, he suddenly remembered something, and his face showed an incredulous look.
"Fellow Taoist actually made a breakthrough from Qi training to the early peak of Golden elixir in just a hundred years. What a genius!" The old man in white robe said generously with envy in his eyes.
"Hmph! Fellow Taoist, you took my sword away from me earlier. It should be returned now." Dongfang Zimo crossed his arms and said coldly. Apparently he was still unhappy about that time a hundred years ago.
"Fellow Taoist has misunderstood. I don't really want to take possession of it. I saw that my Taoist cultivation base was low and could not control the sword full of hostility, so I temporarily kept it for you. Now, you have stepped into the sword."
In the realm of golden elixir, I should naturally return this sword to my fellow Taoist." The old man in white robe explained with a wry smile.
"Forget it, as long as fellow Taoist is willing to return it, I will forget the past." Dongfang Zimo couldn't help but feel a little wary when he saw the old man's cultivation in the middle stage of the golden elixir. Thinking about the purpose of coming here today, he simply stopped pursuing the past.
The hatred of seizing the sword.
"I sealed the sword in the secret room in the past. Fellow Taoist, please stay here for a while. I'll come back when I go." The old man in white robe said with a kind smile. Then he left the hall with the two boys.
Dongfang Zimo watched these people leave, and his eyes fell on the wooden shelf in the corner.
Dongfang Zimo walked towards the shelf with a solemn expression, and finally stopped beside the shelf to admire several long swords arranged neatly.
These swords seem to be very exquisitely forged and full of spiritual energy, and each one is a top-level magic weapon.
Dongfang Zimo reached out and grabbed one of the long swords. The moment the sword was unsheathed, a dark red violent energy surged out, trying to erode Dongfang Zimo's arm.
Dongfang Zimo's face was shocked, and a demonic energy circulated in his body, directly swallowing up the violent energy on his arm.
"Such a powerful anger, thank goodness I can restrain it with this demonic energy!" Dongfang Zimo's face was filled with shock, and he looked at the long sword in his hand gloomily.
On the shiny sword, Dongfang Zimo was suddenly surprised to see a flying sword coming from behind him. Without thinking, he swung the sword away, knocking the flying sword away.
Dongfang Zimo was a little angry at first, but when he saw the numerous flying swords circling densely in the hall, his pupils could not help but shrink.
"Sword formation?" Dongfang Zimo cried out.
At this moment, an old man holding a sword appeared in the middle of the hall from unknown time.
Dongfang Zimo took a closer look and saw that it was the old man in white robes just now, but at this moment, the old man was full of anger. Not only his pupils were scarlet, but even the golden fairy lines between his eyebrows had turned into blood-red magic lines.
When Dongfang Zimo turned his attention to the sword in the old man's hand, he unexpectedly discovered that the long black sword was the sword that had been taken away from him.
However, the sword continued to pour out blood-red vicious energy, eroding the white-robed old man's body.
"You are actually controlled by this sword!" Dongfang Zimo looked at the possessed old man in disbelief, his heart extremely heavy.