Weapon-Forging Star.
"Chen Yu, well done with the Beast Race!" Xiahou Qing's eyes lit up when he saw Chen Yu.
He had been away from the branch lately, but he had kept up with events in the Red River Galaxy.
Word had even reached headquarters that Chen Yu had intimidated the Beast Race single-handedly and earned the name Red River Blade Demon from them.
It had made Xiahou Qing look good as his teacher!
"You're too kind, Teacher." As Chen Yu spoke, he looked Xiahou Qing up and down, as though searching for something.
"Stop looking. Your reward from the valley is right here." Xiahou Qing knew exactly what Chen Yu wanted.
He opened his right hand before Chen Yu, and a stone stele about three meters long slowly appeared above his palm.
The stele looked ancient. Its surface was covered in a jumble of carved marks with no pattern or discernible shape, as though someone had scratched them there at random.
"Teacher, what is this?"
Chen Yu studied it for a while but could make nothing of it, so he asked.
Xiahou Qing smiled and explained:
"This stele is quite a treasure. If you hadn't made such a great contribution, I'd have had a hard time borrowing it from headquarters!"
"This is Divine Weapons Valley's Blade Stele. Every blade-wielding Martial Artist in the valley who reaches the Star Sea Realm is obliged to leave a trace of their blade art's essence on it when they break through."
"Each trace holds a Star Sea Realm Martial Artist's profound understanding of blade arts!"
The Blade Stele?
"Then are there a Sword Stele and a Spear Stele too?" Chen Yu asked, struck by the thought.
After all, Divine Weapons Valley's Martial Artists used more than blades. They practiced with every kind of