Jade Pure Bottle

Although the Seven Star Temple was a backwater sect of rogue cultivators, and nobody in the Central Plains had even heard of its treasure-forging methods, Zheng Zetian didn't look down on it.

After all, hadn't he gotten his start by traveling far and wide, making friends and discussing the Dao with all kinds of rogue cultivators and demonic sects, with Three Religions and Nine Schools alike, exchanging Cultivation Methods and sitting in on lessons?

Besides, cultivation in the six arts didn't care whether you were from a Daoist sect or a rogue cultivator, righteous or demonic. Titles like "champion of justice" or "low-life scum" had no effect whatsoever on pure technique.

Of course, the Three Great Sects and other righteous forces might have more Heavenly Treasures and mineral resources, and more chances to experiment without consequence. But ordinary copper, iron, and common stones could still be used to make treasures. After all, most Magic Treasures weren't meant for fighting. It wasn't as if you had to throw everything at your enemies.

There were methods for crafting ranked treasures, and there were also tried-and-true ways to make unranked junk. Any skilled master would grow more capable with practice; after making enough treasures, they'd inevitably come up with a few secret recipes of their own. It couldn't hurt to listen.

So quite a few Daoist exchange students had come to the treasure-forging class today. Unfortunately, none of Ink Bamboo Mountain's own disciples had bothered to show up—not even that senior sister from the Yu Ling Sect. Perhaps she'd been busy all night and couldn't drag herself out of bed, and was still catching up on sleep.

In the end, Zheng Zetian was the only Ink Bamboo Mountain disciple in attendance. *Sigh. They'd started out as a sect of rogue cultivators, after all.