Precious Weapon
The cult leader should have been called the black-robed cult leader because he thought of heaven and hell at the same time.
Yang Tian gave Qing Xiaoyue a smile. “Xiaoyue, you write my name. Let’s see how powerful it really is. I’m not convinced it can kill. There must be some sort of restriction or drawback. It, otherwise, is invincible.”
Yang Tian could use it to grasp Yin and Yang and even complete Dao!
“Brother Yang Tian, have you lost your mind? Xiaoyue almost died from it.”
Yang Tian smiled. “It’ll be fine. If an ordinary mortal, such as yourself, could kill me, what would I cultivate for?”
Yang Tian had a point.
“Are you serious about this?”
Yang Tian nodded. Qing Xiaoyue pursed her lips and clenched her teeth. She scribbled his name into the book. The cult leader suddenly felt relaxed and regretful thanks to Merit cleansing his Death Qi and malicious thoughts. Meanwhile, Yang Tian felt Death Qi begin to course throughout him after Qing Xiaoyue wrote the “Yang” character. Although it felt as if he was aging, Yang Tian did not mind it. Once “Tian” was written, black mist shrouded him. Scared, Qing Xiaoyue cried, “Brother Yang Tian.”
Yang Tian churned up qi and blood, reversing the aging effects and blasting the Death Qi off him to everyone’s surprise.
“I’m glad you’re all right,” said Qing Xiaoyue. Cheerfully, she pointed to the book. “Your name has been erased, too. Look.”
Yang Tian did not need to look because he had taken ownership of it, accordingly learning of its profoundness. If he used it, he could kill some formidable cultivators. He, instead, stored the book away and jabbed his finger at the cult leader’s head. He was disgusted the man killed so many people. “You should be eliminating evil as a religious leader, yet you murdered people.”
“I know I was wrong. Please forgive me. Please…”
“You’re sorry now? Hmph, you wouldn’t be sorry if Merit didn’t defuse the maliciousness within you.” Yang Tian shook his head.
Yang Tian learnt a number of cultivation methods were preserved in this world. He wondered how the old daoist vanquished the Death Qi. It was puzzling as the daoist was not an advanced cultivator.
Yang Tian headed into the castle. The cult leader found the book from his family collection, which contained many other treasures. Yang Tian came to a big book shelf and split it using a golden lightning bolt from his eyes. Qing Xiaoyue could not believe she was looking at shiny blocks of gold stacked up to the ceiling of the dungeon several hundred square metres wide.
Qing Xiaoyue went and took some of the gold blocks, rendering Yang Tian speechless. Unlike for her, it was useless to him since he could trade any of his materials for a mountain of gold. Inside the gold blocks were more jewels, jade bracelets, copper artefacts and more.
Yang Tian eventually found an ancient copper sword that came from China. It was rusty and had snapped, unfortunately. Qing Xiaoyue considered it scrap metal unlike the shiny jade pieces she was fumbling through. Yang Tian decided to wave his hand and imbue the sword with his golden qi and blood. The sword vibrated. The rust peeled off. It radiated brightly.
“Wow, a treasure, a treasure!” exclaimed Qing Xiaoyue.
The cult leader came over and had his jaw agape.
The sword hovered in the air – profound, too profound.
Yang Tian’s qi and blood scattered. The marks on it gradually disappeared. The blade was bright. The patterns contained a Rule! To be able to exist for so long, a deity must’ve forged it!
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