The Heavenly Gifted Pill Saint and the others had been waiting for news from Fan Lang. When they saw him appear, they hurried over and bombarded him with questions.
"How did it go? Did you kill Demon Luo Tian?" asked the Heavenly Gifted Pill Saint.
"I won, but I didn't kill him. That guy's vitality is absurdly tenacious—even cutting off his head did nothing. I made a bet with him and told him to comprehend the Inheritance Monument. He agreed."
Fan Lang briefly recounted what had happened.
After hearing this, the Heavenly Gifted Pill Saint frowned and secretly transmitted, "Disciple, are you serious? Are you really going to bet with him? No one has ever been able to comprehend that sword-art Inheritance Monument, from ancient times to the present. Staring at it too long can even damage the sea of consciousness and drive one mad. I know you are extraordinarily gifted, but better safe than sorry."
"Rest assured, Master. Even if I stir up a heaven-shaking disaster, I know my limits. Since I dared make this wager with Demon Luo Tian, I naturally have my reasons. Trust me in the future the way you trusted me before," said Fan Lang.
"Fine. Then I won't say more. Be careful. If Flame Dragon Academy can be of use, just give the word."
As it happened, I do have something I need Master's help with."
"What's with all this asking? Just tell me, kid. Why put on such a polite act?"
"I need to forge a sword soon, and I'll need the help of nine dragons. Every one of them must be at least Twelve-Star Grade, and the stronger, the better. The Black Flame Candle Dragon beneath Flame Dragon Academy, as well as several dragons from the Long Family, are all suitable. I'll