Low-tier Artifact Forging Technique!

Great Bamboo Peak.

The small woods behind Shou Jing Hall.

The wind stopped.

Su Ru was stunned.

Even Tian Buyi, who had been pretending to watch the scenery, turned around abruptly, his small eyes filled with disbelief.

"What did you say?"

"Do you even know what this is, you brat?"

"This is a Nine Heavens Divine Weapon!"

"A treasure countless people wish they had!"

"Did a donkey kick your head?"

Tian Buyi couldn't help but speak, his voice rising an octave.

Although he felt a bit weird about the sword himself, that was his own business.

His disciple had such a great opportunity to get a divine weapon, and he refused?

Was this kid an idiot?

"Seventh, don't be willful."

"This isn't just any sword, it's..."

Su Ru was also a little anxious.

"I know it's Ink Snow, a Nine Heavens Divine Weapon."

"Precisely because it's a divine weapon, one already forged by others, that I don't want it."

Ye Xuan interrupted his Mistress.

A brilliant smile spread across his face, a smile filled with the arrogance and confidence of youth.

"No matter how good Ink Snow is, it's the glory of predecessors, it's someone else's Dao."

"Since I, Ye Xuan, possess the Innate Dao Body and intend to walk the path of eternal life, how can I borrow someone else's light from the very beginning?"

"If I forge, I will forge my own Magic Treasure!"

"I will let everyone in this world know!"

"It's not because I have a divine weapon that I am strong!"

"But because the Magic Treasure is in my hands, Ye Xuan's hands, that it deserves to be called a divine weapon!"

Afterward.

Ye Xuan raised his hand and pointed to his chest.

His words were powerful and resonant, as if even the air had solidified.

Tian Buyi stared at his young disciple with his mouth agape.

At this moment.

He saw in this ten-year-old child a spirit that could swallow mountains and rivers.

A dominance that even he himself had never possessed!

"Good!"

A roar broke the silence.

Tian Buyi slapped his thigh, the fat on his face jiggling, his small eyes bursting with unprecedented brilliance.

That sour feeling vanished instantly, replaced by unconcealable ecstasy and pride.

This was his disciple, Tian Buyi's disciple!

Hahaha!

Tian Buyi felt incredibly pleased.

At this moment, he felt more comfortable than if he had eaten a Ginseng Fruit.

He strode forward and heavily patted Ye Xuan on the shoulder, nearly sending the boy into the ground.

"Ambitious!"

"Now that's a man!"

"Even if it's just a firewood stick, as long as you forged it yourself, it's the strongest!"

"What skill is there in picking up something ready-made?"

"Only useless people do that!"

It was unclear if he was praising his disciple or subtly belittling someone else with these words.

Regardless, Tian Buyi was in such a good mood that he felt like singing.

Su Ru looked at the two men, one big and one small.

At first, she was stunned.

Then, she shook her head helplessly.

But a gentle smile bloomed on the corner of her lips.

She sighed softly, her palm flipping over.

The light on the Ink Snow sword gradually receded, and she wrapped it again with a blue silk cloth.

"Since you've made up your mind, Mistress won't force you."

"However, refining a Magic Treasure is no trivial matter and requires top-tier spiritual materials."

"If you can't find good materials, what you refine will be useless. Don't come crying to me then."

Su Ru looked at Ye Xuan, her eyes full of admiration.

"Don't worry, Mistress!"

"If there's one thing I have, it's luck!"

"Maybe I'll trip when I go out and pick up some ten-thousand-year-old fine iron or a meteorite!"

Ye Xuan thumped his chest loudly.

He naturally had confidence.

With the God-tier Sign-in System in hand, what kind of heavenly treasures couldn't he obtain?

Let alone Ink Snow, even that ancient Zhu Xian sword might not be out of his reach in the future!

Three days later.

Just as dawn was breaking, the morning mist had yet to dissipate.

A figure, riding a rather shabby-looking iron sword, wobbled and flew out of Great Bamboo Peak.

Ye Xuan didn't look back.

He was afraid that if he looked back, he'd see that fatty hiding behind a tree, secretly wiping away tears.

Too melodramatic.

This didn't fit his persona as a Transmigrator.

Afterward.

Ye Xuan looked down at the sword beneath his feet.

This was the standard equipment Qingyun Sect gave to Disciples who were about to descend the mountain.

Commonly known as: Mass-produced Flying Sword No. 001.

Material: Fine iron.

Special Effects: None.

Its only function was to fly, and it didn't even fly very steadily. It was like a drunkard if it encountered even a slight air current.

Compared to Ink Snow, this was just a fire poker.

But Ye Xuan didn't care.

His current goal was very clear.

It wasn't to descend the mountain to slay demons and uphold justice, nor was it to go to the bustling Heyang City.

It was...

Small Bamboo Peak!

Ye Xuan controlled the broken sword under his feet, drawing a large arc in the air.

After avoiding the sight of the patrolling Disciples of Heaven-Piercing Peak, he stealthily made his way towards Small Bamboo Peak.

The System's designated Sign-in location was Small Bamboo Peak.

But the System didn't say he had to enter the courtyard of Small Bamboo Peak.

Small Bamboo Peak was a mountain.

The foot of the mountain was also part of the mountain.

The logic was sound, no problem!

As a Transmigrator who valued his life, Ye Xuan would have to be out of his mind to barge into Small Bamboo Peak.

Whose territory was that?

Master Suigetsu!

That old woman who was even more protective than Tian Buyi and had an even worse temper.

Not to mention the bunch of female Disciples up there.

If I dared to barge in, I'd probably be turned into a porcupine by flying swords before I even landed.

Then, the next day's headline for Qingyun Sect would be:

Shocking! A Disciple from Great Bamboo Peak Caught Peeping at Small Bamboo Peak, Executed on the Spot!

Chief Tian Buyi Weeps, Claims to Sever Master-Disciple Relationship!

The image was too beautiful to imagine.

So.

Ye Xuan, with great humility, chose to "hitch a ride."

The wind whistled.

The scenery below gradually shifted from rugged pines and cypresses to vast expanses of emerald bamboo forests.

Tear Bamboo.

A specialty of Small Bamboo Peak.

Even from afar, Ye Xuan could feel a serene, cool aura washing over him.

The very air carried a faint, fresh scent of bamboo leaves.

"This should be about right."

Ye Xuan dismounted his flying sword about ten li away from the entrance of Small Bamboo Peak.

This was at the foot of the back mountain of Small Bamboo Peak.

It was deserted.

Only a few wild rabbits hopped among the grass.

Any further would be within the range of Small Bamboo Peak's protective mountain formation.

Ye Xuan landed on a large, moss-covered boulder, tidied his wind-blown clothes, and struck what he considered his most dashing pose.

Even though no one was watching.

The sense of ceremony had to be maintained.

"System."

"Sign-in!"

Ye Xuan chanted silently in his heart.

A few seconds of dead silence.

Only the rustling sound of wind blowing through bamboo leaves.

Ye Xuan's heart was in his throat.

Had he failed to exploit the bug?

Just as Ye Xuan was about to curse, That cold, mechanical voice, which sounded like heavenly music to Ye Xuan, finally echoed in his mind.

[Ding!]

[Sign-in successful!]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the reward: Low-tier Artifact Forging Technique!]

Hearing the System's voice, Ye Xuan let out a long sigh, almost collapsing onto the ground.

This darn System, so slow to respond, scared me to death!

The next moment.

A massive stream of information instantly and forcefully surged into Ye Xuan's mind.

There were no ancient books, no shimmering golden scrolls.

It was pure information.

Like a giant hammer smashing down on the crown of his head.

"Holy crap..."

Ye Xuan clutched his head, wincing in pain, nearly rolling off the rock.

This stream of information contained not only how to forge a sword or smelt a piece of iron.

It also included an analysis of the essence of materials, the application of array inscriptions, and even a profound understanding of the combination of spiritual energy and matter!

Hardcore!

Too hardcore!

This is low-tier?

You call this low-tier?