Immortal Path Killer Move-Resurrection

Tang Qingye lowered his eyes to the Black Tortoise Divine Pill resting quietly in the wooden box. A mellow sheen flowed over its deep-blue surface, and its rich medicinal fragrance spread, making even the spiritual energy throughout the room a little richer.

He trembled slightly and looked up at Leng Yaozhu, her red hair fluttering. "Is this the Black Tortoise Divine Pill? The Dark Nether Sect's supreme treasure?"

Leng Yaozhu's red lips parted. "You know quite a lot, little fellow."

Beside her, Leng Nu Jiao edged half a step forward, her gaze fixed on the pill in the box, undisguised curiosity surging in her eyes.

Although she had seen plenty of fine things by Leng Yaozhu's side, she had never even heard of a pill of the Black Tortoise Divine Pill's caliber in books, because your Sister Nu Jiao was a cultivation fanatic. Reading was for scholars.

Smiling, Leng Yaozhu swept all her long crimson hair over her left shoulder. "This Black Tortoise Divine Pill is for tempering your body and widening your meridians. As for the Mystic Water Pill, you can save it for your younger brother."

Tenderness hidden in her eyes, every consideration accounted for-this was his darling master, worthy of sharing first place with Electrolux on the most beautiful masters ranking!

But his darling master was gentle, capable, considerate, and protective of her own, so Leng Yaozhu seized the top spot and took MVP!

Warmth filled Tang Qingye's heart. "Thank you, Master."

"And how do you intend to repay me, hmm?"

Leng Yaozhu reclined against the sofa, her long dress slipping loosely without her noticing, revealing a stretch of ivory-white neck. Warm light pooled in the hollow of her collarbone as she teased him.

"How about your disciple gives you free massages every day, Master?"

A smile appeared on Tang Qingye's face.

Hearing this, Leng Yaozhu's cheeks warmed. She gave a soft, reproachful spit and said crossly, "You're the cleverest little schemer. You get all the benefits. Hurry up and take the pill to absorb it. I'll stand guard for you."

Tang Qingye took the pill, settled cross-legged, gently closed his eyes, and focused on regulating his breathing.

The pill melted in his mouth, a cool, sweet stream instantly rushing down his throat. At first, it was pleasantly refreshing, but soon it traveled along his meridians, washing through every blockage.

The vitality of yin wood spread along the medicinal energy's path, guiding it into his dantian while washing away old impurities deposited deep in his flesh and forcing useless contaminants out through his pores.

Leng Yaozhu stood behind the boy, her immense Soul Power forming a gentle curtain of light around him. With subtle movements of her fingertips, she steadily guided the dispersing medicinal energy evenly into every part of his body.

Leng Nu Jiao sat on the nearby sofa, her gaze firmly fixed on the boy on the floor, unwilling to miss the slightest detail as she watched with intense concentration.

A quarter of an hour later, every pore on the boy's body opened, and layers of gray-black impurities slowly seeped out, forming a greasy coating of filth on his skin.

"Young master, you smell."

His senior sister covered her nose, deliberately drawing out her words to tease him. His master sat nearby with a faint smile, quietly watching the filthy boy.

Annoyed by their teasing, the boy looked up and glared fiercely at them, deliberately lowering his voice to sound threatening. "Laugh again, and I'll gobble you both up later."

With a thought, Tang Qingye raised a faint emerald spiritual glow over his skin, condensing it into a gauzy robe that sealed off the smell and filth.

His words deepened Leng Yaozhu's smile. Watching the little fellow's attempt to cover up the obvious only made him seem even cuter to her.

Tang Qingye pushed himself up from the floor and strode toward the bathroom in Leng Yaozhu's bedroom.

Leng Yaozhu slowly followed him to the bedroom doorway. The private room's walls were covered in dark-red velvet with subtle patterns, and an ebony dressing table stood against one wall. Inside was an adjoining private bathroom equipped with a soul-guided water-control array, spotless throughout.

The boy shut the bathroom door behind him and turned on the warm water. Outside, his elder stood quietly, listening to the rushing water, her eyes full of tenderness.

"Nu Jiao, go pour a glass of water."

The corners of Leng Yaozhu's lips lifted slightly.

Nu Jiao obediently nodded and went off with light steps to fetch a glass, unable to stop herself from secretly chuckling along the way.

Warm water washed over him repeatedly, rinsing away all the black grime and turning the bathwater murky.

Once clean, his muscles and bones felt open and light, his meridians had widened severalfold, and both his physique and Soul Power had grown considerably stronger.

He pulled over a bath towel and wrapped it around himself, took a deep breath, then opened the bathroom door and slowly walked out.

The two outside in the corridor looked up together, indulgent amusement in their eyes. The girl offered him the warm water, the teasing look still lingering on her face.

The boy took the glass and slowly explained the changes following his body tempering.

After hearing Tang Qingye's account and personally checking him, Leng Yaozhu slowly curved her lips. "This Black Tortoise Divine Pill worked rather well. You're sturdier now."

With that, Leng Yaozhu flicked her finger, and a sheet of plain white paper landed in the boy's palm. On closer inspection, damn, this was intense-it was actually a four-year schedule for his studies and daily life.

"From seven to eleven in the morning, study Battle Armor structures and Mecha blueprints. Your courses are 'Fundamentals of Battle Armor and Mecha Design Theory' and 'Precision Manufacturing Processes for Mecha Construction'; from one to five in the afternoon, undergo practical combat assessments at the Spirit Ascension Platform or my private Battle Armor chamber; use your remaining free time for your forging lessons. Only four classes a day. No slacking." Tang Qingye's mouth twitched. Four classes a day, and those four classes took the whole day. "Now, go change. We're going to the forging room on the Spirit Pagoda's ninth floor."

The elevator's spacious interior was lined with dark-gold soul-guiding metal, faint energy fluctuations lingering throughout. It descended smoothly, taking a full minute before slowly coming to a stop.

The Spirit Pagoda's forging area occupied the ninth floor for a very simple reason: they hoped the Spirit Pagoda would also produce a ninth-rank Divine Craftsman.

The walls had been thickened and reinforced. Before anyone came into view, the ceaseless clanging of hammer blows could already be heard from within.

Leng Yaozhu turned toward the boy beside her while taking out an access card and placing it against the door sensor for electronic identification. "You mentioned wanting to study forging before, so I've brought you here to observe today. I've already arranged for a seventh-rank Saint Craftsman from the pagoda to guide you through the basics.

"If you do well, I'll take you to meet the only Divine Craftsman in the world today, Zhen Hua."

"Rest assured, Master. I won't disappoint you," Tang Qingye said firmly.

"Of course I believe in you." A smile appeared on Leng Yaozhu's exquisite face. She believed in him absolutely...

The door opened automatically, and a wave of scorching air rushed out first, striking them in the face.

The furnaces inside heated the air until it shimmered slightly. The crisp, cool scent of various refined rare metals mingled with coke fumes and drifted into their noses, mixed with a faint layer of sweat left by craftsmen hammering over long hours.

What a pure craftsman's atmosphere.

Mm, a certain half-baked blacksmith's entire life.

Most of the craftsmen remained bent over their forging, hammer blows thundering without pause, paying no attention to the movement at the entrance.

Only the two blacksmiths closest to the door looked up at the sound. The instant they recognized the visitor, their expressions turned solemn. They immediately stopped working and bowed slightly, about to offer their greetings.

Leng Yaozhu raised a hand slightly, her cool voice carrying the authority of someone above them. "No need for formalities. I merely brought my disciple to observe."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

The two resumed their work, but their peripheral vision quietly drifted toward Tang Qingye and Leng Nu Jiao beside her.

Her Excellency's disciples? What exalted status.

Dozens of forging stations stood throughout the room. Some craftsmen remained at their stations, heads lowered as they hammered, sparks scattering with every rise and fall.

The remaining craftsmen stood gathered in rings, each holding his breath. Every gaze was nailed to the Saint Craftsman at the central forging station, their breathing kept exceptionally soft for fear of missing even a fraction of the mysteries in his hammer technique.

Tang Qingye felt helpless. Among his peers, his physique was already that of a hulking stud, but in front of these burly men, he was a little girl.

Leng Nu Jiao tilted her head slightly, amusement curving the corners of her eyes. "Young master, it's so crowded you can't see inside. Would you like me to pick you up? You'll see clearly from higher up."

Tang Qingye's face darkened. "Sister Nu Jiao, you're getting naughtier and naughtier. I really need to rein you in."

Before he finished, Leng Yaozhu completely ignored his affected mature reserve. Her slender, fair hands went straight around his waist and gently lifted him, easily gathering him into her arms and holding him high. This was kisses, cuddles, and uppies.

Tang Qingye's feet suddenly left the ground. Instinctively, he clutched the fabric at his master's chest, pressing against her embrace and accidentally sinking into the mature woman's fullness. Warm softness spread over his skin through her thin clothes, while a trace of Wangzai milk fragrance lingered at his nose.

Mm, ninety-nine percent. A rare treasure!

"Little brat, be gentle!"

Leng Yaozhu shot him a look.

"Master, I didn't mean to."

Tang Qingye was the very picture of honesty.

His gaze passed over the layers of people, taking in everything at the central forging station.

An old man named Mo Tieyan stood there. His Martial Soul was the Desolate Bull, and this was his forty-ninth attempt at Soul Forging. He was only one step away from the eighth rank.

An ordinary person would have stopped pursuing it, because talent had already determined their ceiling.

But Mo Tieyan could not accept it. He was a rough man. All he knew was that seventh rank was seventh rank, and eighth rank was eighth rank, just as roots might share the same origin, but vocational graduates did not.

He was already past fifty, his temples graying. Although his gaze remained sharp, his body and vital blood could no longer withstand high-intensity forging. This was also his final attempt: succeed or die trying.

Mo Tieyan stood before the forging station, his face weary and dull, fine wrinkles crowding the corners of his eyes.

He drew a deep breath, suppressing every tangled thought in his heart. Before forging metal, one first forged the heart. Only when his distractions dispersed and his breathing grew long and steady did he grip his twin hammers, settle his mind, and prepare to begin.

Soul Forging marked a seven-star Saint Craftsman, while bestowing an innate talent through Fusion Forging was the most fundamental distinction between eight-star and seven-star Saint Craftsmen.

Mo Tieyan had chosen a combination of Magic Silver and Heavy Silver, slightly less difficult than Spirit Alloy.

Heavy Silver was dense and bright white, while Magic Silver carried a watery silver-gray sheen. Fused together, they became Jade Silver, lustrous as mutton-fat jade, possessing both Soul Power receptivity and elemental affinity. It was a primary material for Two-Word Battle Armor.

Holding a hammer in each hand, he sent Soul Power surging through his arms. Every blow carried a steady, weighty tremor, the hammer winds sweeping through the entire forging room. The metal hummed continuously beneath his hammers, shedding impurities little by little and developing a mellow luster.

Once both pieces had been fully purified through Thousand Refinement, the Heavy Silver shone white and solid, while silver radiance flowed over the Magic Silver. Under his blows, both matched the rhythm of his breathing, revealing a faint resonance of life that marked the successful completion of Thousand Refinement.

Without pausing, he poured Soul Power fully into his hammers and entered the shaping stage of Spirit Forging.

Forging inside and out together, he repeatedly hammered and reshaped the metals along their natural grain. Dense cloud patterns formed over the Heavy Silver, while the Magic Silver's texture became clear and unobstructed. Both metals' spirituality awakened completely, actively accepting the guidance of his Soul Power without the slightest resistance.

Blacksmiths had nine ranks in total: the first two were craftsman ranks, the third and fourth were Grandmaster ranks, the fifth and sixth were master artisan ranks, the seventh and eighth were Saint Craftsman ranks, and the last was the Zhen Hua rank.

Mastering Spirit Forging alone qualified one for the seventh rank. To enter the eighth, one not only had to master multiple forms of Fusion Forging, but also imprint one's entire Martial Soul Origin into the metal, allowing the object to bear its maker's unique attributes and power. This was the life-bound imprint, an impassable chasm for countless Saint Craftsmen.

With Spirit Forging complete, he softened both metals in the same furnace. His Soul Power formed a bridge between them, and his twin hammers fell together in unceasing thunder, forcibly compressing and driving all the Magic Silver's silver-gray texture into the Heavy Silver's dense base.

Golden Soul Power vortices swirled amid the hammer shocks. The two metals' grain intertwined and twisted together, gradually becoming indistinguishable as they condensed into one lustrous, jade-like piece of Jade Silver. As it rose into the air, it burst with several feet of radiant light, its humming shaking the entire room.

The instant the Fusion Forging hammer fell, his vital blood erupted into a boil. His Desolate Bull Martial Soul surged skyward from within him, mighty savage force sweeping around his body.

He no longer merely forged its form. Instead, with every hammer blow, he drove his Martial Soul Origin, his bloodline, and his soul's aura deep into the entire piece of Jade Silver. Externally, he forged its shape; internally, he cast its soul, branding the bull's ability to suppress all things and its unmatched weight deep into every inch of the alloy's texture.

Unfortunately, the bull's strength was too violent. The origin power that should have blended perfectly into the alloy ran unchecked, spilling outward at will.

Clenching his teeth, Mo Tieyan poured his lifetime of cultivation into gathering the scattered origin power. He exerted every ounce of strength to push and infuse his Martial Soul's power little by little into the Jade Silver's young, fragile spiritual awareness, but the results were slight.

The next moment, the Jade Silver on the forging station abruptly began trembling violently. The mellow spiritual radiance flowing over its surface flickered, wavering on the verge of extinction.

The newborn artifact spirit, only just brought into being through Fusion Forging, was already as frail as a dying candle in the wind. It could only accept nourishment from Soul Power gradually and could not possibly withstand such erratic, violent, disorderly savage force.

Fine black cracks spread rapidly across the metal's surface at a visible speed. This precious Jade Silver blank, refined through multiple processes at the cost of enormous quantities of rare Heavy Silver and Magic Silver, was about to lose its spirituality and shatter in texture, becoming a completely useless piece of scrap.

The watching smiths sighed softly, whispering among themselves with regretful expressions. Several veteran Saint Craftsmen of the same rank also shook their heads with bitter smiles, looking helpless.

Everyone present knew perfectly well that this was Mo Tieyan's forty-ninth attempt to become an eighth-rank Saint Craftsman. All forty-eight previous attempts had sunk into defeat, failing at the final step of imprinting his origin. This was a flaw in his Martial Soul that no one could change.

The violent nature of his Martial Soul Origin's power, coupled with the inner demon born of decades of repeated failures, made gentle, smooth integration and imprinting utterly impossible.

Held high by Leng Yaozhu, Tang Qingye slowly spread his awareness, capturing all the surrounding Power of Heaven and Earth. Fine pale-green patterns faintly emerged beneath his skin, and mellow vitality slowly circulated along his meridians.

Everyone else was drawn to the flying furnace flames and rising and falling hammer shadows at the station, seeing only the breathtaking spectacle of forging. Tang Qingye alone, relying on his unique origin, penetrated the layers of chaotic, restless Soul Power fluctuations and precisely caught the fatal gaps in Mo Tieyan's intermittent power output. He also clearly discerned the faint signs that the Jade Silver's spiritual awareness was on the brink of collapse and annihilation.

He had been born bearing a heavenly and earthly origin that harmonized all things and stabilized spiritual essence. It excelled at soothing every restless force in the world and stabilizing newborn spiritual awareness. The pure, mellow vitality of plants was also a supreme means of nourishing tender artifact spirits and reconnecting disordered Soul Power.

Tang Qingye: Let me show you the strength of a gold-medal harmonization Grandmaster.

Combined into one, these two powers could perfectly compensate for the flaws in Mo Tieyan's Martial Soul and stabilize this high-grade alloy on the verge of shattering into scrap.

Before Mo Tieyan could swing his final heavy blow, Tang Qingye acted decisively. Raising his hand, he unleashed an immortal path killer move-Resurrection.

The instant strands of pale-green light seeped into the metal's texture, the cracks racing across the Jade Silver's surface abruptly froze, their expansion stopping completely.

Mo Tieyan's scattered, rampaging, savage, and disorderly Desolate Bull force was slowly soothed by this supremely gentle, harmonious vitality, neutralized and restored to order.

His previously intermittent Martial Soul Origin Soul Power, which had overflowed out of control, also linked together perfectly through the faint light, sinking steadily and continuously into the newborn spirituality within the metal.

The origin imprint that had been doomed to fail at the final hurdle actually took stable form amid utter desperation, reaching perfect completion.

Jade Silver: Screw your damned fate. My life is mine, not Heaven's. Whether I live or die is for Tang Qingye to decide.

The Desolate Bull's distinctive dense, earth-brown patterns appeared across the entire piece of Jade Silver, intertwining with the pale-green spiritual patterns bestowed by the boy. They merged and coexisted, shining brilliantly.

The two mandatory requirements for the eighth-rank Saint Craftsman assessment-successful Fusion Forging and an origin imprint-had both been perfectly fulfilled!

Mo Tieyan shuddered violently, his arms going numb. The heavy forging hammers in his hands nearly flew from his grip.

He lowered his gaze blankly, staring fixedly at the Jade Silver alloy on the forging station, only slightly damaged from the struggle, its twin patterns intertwined and its imprint perfectly formed. His pupils trembled, disbelief covering his face, his entire understanding overturned.

Forty-nine attempts, defeat after defeat, every advancement collapsing into desperation-a chasm he had spent decades and countless painstaking efforts unable to cross. Yet at this final moment, outside power had made up for the flaw he had been unable to resolve his entire life, turning defeat into victory in a hopeless situation, bringing the dead back to life.

In an instant, every gaze in the room pierced through the crowd, following the lingering pale-green spiritual fluctuations to lock onto the seemingly unremarkable young boy in Leng Yaozhu's arms.

Towering waves instantly surged through everyone's minds, thoughts churning wildly: If this boy really can intervene from outside, harmonize Soul Power, and stabilize artifact spirits to help complete the imprint, doesn't that mean the entire Spirit Pagoda... no, no, every seven-star Saint Craftsman could use his power to improve their chances of success?

Although it was outside assistance, who would not want such irresistibly appealing help?

Shocked to their cores and inwardly stirred, everyone kept their eyes fixed on the boy. Only belatedly did they realize that the exquisite woman holding him gently in her arms was none other than the Spirit Pagoda's immensely powerful and renowned Deputy Pagoda Master-Her Excellency Heavenly Phoenix!

Earlier, everyone's attention had been focused entirely on the forging station. No one had noticed that this figure at the very summit had already quietly arrived and calmly watched the entire process.

"Your Excellency Heavenly Phoenix."

All the blacksmiths present bowed in greeting, their expressions reverent. Only Mo Tieyan remained in a daze.