Ice Soul and Ink Edge, Tiger Overlords Nine Plains

"Huh? I have to do it myself again?"

"Why are there only Spirit Weapons? What about Dao Weapons?"

Li Moqing stood in midair, one brow lifting.

On the Spirit Source Continent, weapons were ranked from lowest to highest: Mortal Weapons, Spirit Weapons, Dao Weapons, Source Weapons, and Dao Source Peerless Weapons.

Mortal Weapons could be found everywhere. Spirit Weapons were forged from spirit ores imbued with spiritual resonance and could greatly enhance a cultivator's strength.

Dao Weapons, meanwhile, were Spirit Weapons reforged by cultivators at Spirit Transformation or above, using their divine sense to melt them down.

Source Weapons were condensed by cultivators at Mahayana or above using Source Qi and their own blood essence. They were pure to the utmost and required at least the ninth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm to wield.

As for Dao Source Peerless Weapons, they were formed by Tribulation Transcendence cultivators condensing their hearts and souls. Their power was terrifying beyond measure. Only those at Spirit Transformation or above could wield them; anyone else would suffer a backlash and die, their Dao extinguished!

"I'm not asking for a Dao Source Peerless Weapon or a Source Weapon, but surely there should at least be Dao Weapons?"

Li Moqing grumbled to himself.

[Host, there really aren't any. But the Spirit Weapons in the Armory possess innate spiritual resonance. No spirit ore in the world could be forged into their like, and no other Spirit Weapon can rival them!]

"Well..."

Li Moqing was speechless.

"Forget it. At least the Sect's Spirit Weapons are the best in the world. I can always have disciples at Spirit Transformation or above upgrade them into Dao Weapons later."

"First, I'll make the Armory a reality!"

With that, Li Moqing flew back to his pavilion and wrote "Armory" across a plaque in sweeping strokes.

He then hung it on a pavilion beside the Scripture Repository.

In an instant, tens of thousands of Spirit Weapons appeared out of thin air inside. Their spiritual resonance surged skyward, an astonishing sight!

Heavenly Mist Sect.

Within the Sect.

The Discussion Hall.

"Master, how is Chen Guyu?"

Zhang Xingfeng asked with concern as soon as Li Moqing entered the hall.

"After Elder Mo treated him, he's fine."

Li Moqing answered calmly.

He looked at Zhang Xingfeng and Dongfang Muxue. "From now on, Guyu is your junior brother. Be sure to look after him."

"Yes, Master!"

"Of course, Master!"

Zhang Xingfeng and Dongfang Muxue answered in unison.

"Go to the Sect's Armory and choose your weapons."

Li Moqing smiled.

"The Armory? Where is it?"

Zhang Xingfeng and Dongfang Muxue looked at each other.

"Beside the Scripture Repository."

Li Moqing answered evenly.

"Then we'll go choose our weapons, Master!"

"Master, I'll take my leave!"

Zhang Xingfeng and Dongfang Muxue exchanged a glance and dashed out of the hall.

Lü Liu watched them, unable to hide her envy.

"Lü Liu, you'll look after Guyu for the time being."

Li Moqing instructed her.

"Yes, Sect Master!"

Lü Liu drew back her gaze and answered respectfully.

The Armory.

"This... so many Spirit Weapons? No wonder I could feel their spiritual resonance surging skyward from outside!"

Zhang Xingfeng stared at the dazzling array of weapons filling the pavilion, hardly able to believe his eyes.

"Search Province has no spirit ore, so Spirit Weapons simply don't exist here. Even Elder Mo uses only a Mortal Weapon. Who would have thought the Sect had tens of thousands?"

He could not stop marveling.

"Senior Brother, stop marveling and pick one!"

Dongfang Muxue was just as stunned, but she forced down her excitement and urged him on.

Even in Heaven-Opening, they're a rare sight!

She sighed inwardly.

"You're right, Junior Sister!"

Zhang Xingfeng nodded and began choosing carefully.

Fifteen minutes later.

"Senior Brother, have you chosen?"

Dongfang Muxue asked, holding a bead.

The bead was crystal clear. Snowflakes seemed to drift inside it, while frost appeared to coat its surface. A single glance sent a chill down the spine.

It was the spirit bead Ice Soul, capable of releasing ten-thousand-year ice to freeze a thousand plains!

"I have!"

Zhang Xingfeng answered happily, a longsword in hand.

The sword was jet-black from tip to hilt, gleaming faintly. Wisps of Sword Qi curled around its blade. One look was enough to tell it was extraordinary!

It was the spirit sword Ink Edge, whose might could set the plains ablaze, sever rivers, cleave stars, and destroy the earth!

"Then let's tell Master!"

Dongfang Muxue carefully put Ice Soul away.

"All right!"

Zhang Xingfeng sheathed Ink Edge, and the two left the Armory.

Central Search Province.

Overlord Tiger Sect.

The Overlord Tiger Sect stood in central Search Province. It often plundered the resources of nearby minor sects and seized their most gifted disciples, leaving them in bitter misery.

The Overlord Tiger Sect had a vile reputation, yet few dared provoke it.

It had over thirty thousand disciples, three elders at the Core Formation Realm, and dozens more above the eighth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm. Its strength was not to be underestimated, and it ranked fifth in Search Province.

Its Sect Master, Ba Cangtu, had reached the fifth level of Core Formation. Across central and eastern Search Province, he was hard-pressed to find an equal!

"Today, the Overlord Tiger Sect falls!"

Yet a chilling voice suddenly rang out above the Sect.

"Who's there?!"

Ba Cangtu roared and flew up over the Sect in a streak of light.

Whoosh!

In moments, the Sect's members appeared as one, their momentum soaring like a rainbow!

"Who dares spout such nonsense?"

The Overlord Tiger Sect's first elder, Linghu Ying, looked around and demanded furiously, his expression wild with arrogance.

He was at the third level of Core Formation, second only to Ba Cangtu. Naturally, he brimmed with confidence!

Whoosh!

No answer came. Only a streak of blue light flew in from afar like a meteor.

Mo Lingyuan stood atop the Purple-Gold Gourd, hovering above the Overlord Tiger Sect's members. His white hair streamed behind him, his blue robes snapped in the wind, and he looked like an immortal descending!

"Who are you? How dare you intrude upon the Overlord Tiger Sect?"

Ba Cangtu stared at Mo Lingyuan and asked in a low voice.

I can't see through his cultivation. Could he be stronger than me? But why is he flying on a gourd?

He found it strange.

"Intrude?" Mo Lingyuan smiled disdainfully. "I'm here to destroy it!"

"What arrogance!"

"Damn you! Kill him!"

"Die!"

The Overlord Tiger Sect's members flew into a rage. They drove their Source Power to its limit, forming all manner of killing moves and hurling them at Mo Lingyuan.

Streaks of light filled the sky, strange phenomena bursting forth in a dazzling display!

Mo Lingyuan could not even be bothered to raise his eyes. A crushing pressure slammed down.

Boom!

In the blink of an eye, the attacks vanished. All thirty thousand disciples and every elder below Core Formation exploded into blood mist before they could even scream!

"What?!"

Ba Cangtu and the three Core Formation elders, including Linghu Ying, joined forces to form a shield and escaped the pressure.

They stared at the rain of blood filling the sky, eyes wide with terror, their faces drained of color!

"Who... who are you? Why do you want to destroy the Overlord Tiger Sect?"

Linghu Ying trembled as he asked, his earlier arrogance gone.

"No need to tell you!" Mo Lingyuan answered flatly. Another wave of pressure descended. "Die!"

"Damn you! I'll fight you to the death!"

Linghu Ying had no intention of waiting to die.

"Tiger Overlords Nine Plains!"

He drove his Source Power to its limit, forming a fierce tiger that charged at Mo Lingyuan.

"I'll help you!"

The other two Core Formation elders did the same.

Roar!

In an instant, three fierce tigers howled. Their cries shook the clouds, and their power was unstoppable. Within a radius of two thousand li, all living things turned to ash!

Yet the surrounding earth and mountains were not damaged in the slightest.

Once a cultivator entered Mahayana, their soul would not die and their body would not perish.

Even after death, their body could become mountains, rivers, lakes, seas, or even an entire hidden realm.

The Spirit Source Continent's mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas had all formed from mighty Mahayana cultivators. After eight hundred million years of destruction and renewal, they had grown hard beyond measure. How could Core Formation cultivators possibly damage them?