Chapter Sixty Success

  Looking at Wu Lang bowing down, pleading with himself, Chu Hao remained silent for a while before saying faintly: "Actually, the technique of refining equipment in our Bi Zhuang is not impossible to pass on. Mr. Wu Lang, you can forge three-grade equipment, which is already among the best craftsmen. The elder of the Lingzong sect can even forge precious equipment, which is also a dragon among men. However, our Bi Zhuang's equipment refining method has a great relationship with the fire of the equipment. You are only a low-grade equipment fire, I'm afraid you can't use it."

  Upon hearing this, Wu Lang's face fell, and he continued to plead: "Sword Elder, can't you really make an exception?"

  Chu Hao shook his head and said, "In my Bi Zhuang, I am just the servant of the eldest miss. I don't have the right to say anything. If you want me to teach you the technique of refining equipment, I must get the consent of our Zhuang's master first. Otherwise, even if I had ten times more courage, I would not dare to act arbitrarily."

  Wu Lang shook his head, gritted his teeth and said: "What if I'm just inviting Sword Old Senior to be the honorary elder of my Craftsman Divine Sect?" He paused for a moment, then continued: "Sword Old Senior, please don't get angry, this elder position is just nominal, it's only recognized within my Craftsman Divine Sect, no one else will know about it."

  Chu Hao's eyes and breath gradually turned cold, saying: "Mr. Wu Cang, what kind of person do you take me for?"

  Wu Lang showed no fear of Chu Hao's aura and said, "Sword Elder, I'm sure you're aware that the Purple Cloud Sect is a behemoth. Not only is it the first sect in the Cloud Heaven Empire, but also one of the three major sects on the entire continent. To shake them with our own strength would be extremely difficult. Although our Craftsman Divine Sect's power may not match yours, we have many skilled craftsmen and a large stockpile of low-grade spirit stones accumulated over the past hundred years. That shameless Xiao Chen, for example, wouldn't even be able to afford one of your sect's fourth-grade artifacts with his 100 pieces of low-grade spirit stones! If we cooperate with your esteemed sect to counter the Purple Cloud Sect, perhaps we can increase our chances of victory by a hair!"

  "Mr. Wu Lang, you're getting a bit too full of yourself." Chu Hao's heart skipped a beat, but he pretended to be calm: "You're just a disciple of the Craftsman God Sect, what qualifications do you have to represent the Craftsman God Sect? Moreover, when did I ever say that my Bi Zhuang and the Purple Cloud Gate had any grudges?"

  "In the lower realm, he is the chief disciple of the Craftsman God Sect and has a token that can represent the sect master to issue orders! Wu Leng's eyes stared tightly at Chu Hao, his tone somewhat stiff: "As for the second question asked by Sword Old Master, as long as Senior answers that Junior truly has no grudges with the Purple Cloud Sect, then I will absolutely not bother Senior again and leave immediately!"

  The atmosphere suddenly became gloomy, and the cold aura on Chu Hao's body was as if it had substance. The airflow seemed like a spider web, while Wu Cang was like a fly caught in the web, firmly fixed in place. However, Wu Cang's face showed no fear, his chest stood upright, and his face was expressionless.

  "Good!" A few seconds later, Chu Hao burst out laughing and said coldly: "I'll agree to you, temporarily becoming the honorary elder of your Craftsman Sect!"

  "Thank you, senior!" At this moment, Wu Lang let out a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart. He was not a cultivator, and the aura just now was just barely maintained. Hearing Chu Hao's words, he was overjoyed and only then did he truly bow to Chu Hao.

  "Don't thank me too early." Chu Hao said coldly, "You've been in the imperial palace for 15 years, tell me everything you know about the Purple Cloud Sect. If it's not valuable, my promise earlier is null and void."

  Wu Lang nodded slightly, "Please rest assured, Sword Elder." After adjusting his thoughts, Wu Lang sat back down on the stone bench and sank into contemplation for a moment before speaking slowly.

  As Wu Lang spoke, Chu Hao didn't interrupt him, listening quietly, occasionally furrowing his brow and asking a few questions before continuing to listen.

  After Wu Lang's slow narration, Chu Hao roughly understood the influence of the Purple Cloud Sect in Longcheng, and even why they helped the current emperor seize the throne, what position they held in the palace, and what attitude they took.

  In the Purple Cloud Sect, there are also clear distinctions between true disciples and outer sect disciples. Above them are the elders, the Supreme Elders, and the Gatekeeper. From this point of view, it is no different from the Cultivation Sects in Chu Hao's world. In the Purple Cloud Sect, there are a total of eight elders, three Supreme Elders, and a Gatekeeper whose authority lies between that of an elder and a Supreme Elder.

  Xiao Chen was one of the Supreme Elders of the Purple Cloud Sect and also a top-ranking Golden Elixir cultivator, intimidating the entire continent.

  In the Purple Cloud Sect, there aren't many equipment-refining masters. The magical instruments are all passed down from generation to generation. Generally speaking, outer sect disciples don't have the qualifications to obtain magical instruments; only true transmission disciples can receive the sect's reward of magical instruments and storage bags. Like that night's white-clothed woman and Xiao Bai Lian, their strength was at the innate Qi-refining stage, they should be considered Purple Cloud Sect true transmission disciples.

  And like Wu Lang, the refiner, when he first came to Shenglong City to find the Purple Cloud Gate, although the latter was somewhat suspicious of his intentions, but because of the rarity of refiners, they still warmly welcomed him. Even after entering the imperial palace, he was conferred by the emperor as a superior guest and had the unique title of Imperial Craftsman.

  However, despite Wu Lang coming to Shenglong City for fifteen years, during which he also forged many artifacts for the Purple Cloud Sect, his scope was always limited to the palace and never truly reached the mountain gate of the Purple Cloud Sect, nor did he know where the mountain gate of the Purple Cloud Sect was.

  It can be said that Ziyunmen took advantage of Wu Lang, but also guarded against him, making it impossible for him to find his target.

  For the past fifteen years, the one who had the most contact with Wu Lang was an elder named Ling Yun. Later on, it was replaced by Ling Yun's disciple who had contact with Wu Lang. During this period, he also understood some situations through casual conversations, more or less. For example, twenty years ago, during that struggle for the throne, Ziyunmen intervened because the current emperor promised to provide materials and money to Ziyunmen every year after his ascension to the throne, and even searched for some scattered low-grade spirit stones among the people to contribute to Ziyunmen. In return, Ziyunmen would support the third prince, Chu Peng, not only allowing him to ascend to the throne but also taking one of his sons as a disciple.

  Of course, this is just one of them, as for other transaction content, Wu Lang is not clear.

  In Chu Hao's inquiry, he knew that the Purple Cloud Sect generally would not interfere with the political affairs of the Yun Tian Empire. However, during the previous succession event, four elders from the Purple Cloud Sect had expressed their disapproval and even caused a stir within the sect.

  After digesting these things, Chu Hao knew roughly in his heart. Looking at Wu Lang's eyes mixed with a few strands of expectation, Chu Hao said lightly: "The information you provided is somewhat useful, but I'm a bit curious. You're just an artisan, not a cultivator. Even if you've infiltrated the internal affairs of Ziyunmen, what use can you be?"

  "Wu Lang shook his head and sighed: 'At first, I only thought of revenge, and didn't think much about other things, planning to take it one step at a time. But over the past fifteen years, I've been the free craftsman for the Purple Cloud Sect. Now that I think about it, I feel extremely ashamed.'"

  Chu Hao found it somewhat amusing that Wu Lang, who was over 50 years old 15 years ago, dared to come to the Purple Cloud Sect seeking revenge without any plan. He was indeed a man of temperament and his courage was commendable. However, Chu Hao did not approve of his approach. Not only had he been taken advantage of for free for 15 years, but in the end, nothing substantial had been achieved either.

  Shaking his head, Chu Hao sighed: "Mr. Wu Lang is admirable."

  Wu Lang couldn't tell whether Chu Hao's words were praise or criticism, and he smiled slightly, saying: "Sword Elder is now our Craftsman Sect's honorary elder." As he spoke, he took out a token from his bosom and handed it to Chu Hao, saying: "This is the elder token of our Craftsman Sect. Although our sect was established for over a hundred years, our disciples are all over the continent, and every country has them. This can represent your identity as an elder."

  Chu Hao took over the token, which was a bronze-made token that could be held in one hand, slightly smaller than Tao Ranju's token. On it was engraved a tripod emitting hot air, with the three words "Zhong Shen Zong" written below.

  "This token, I'll take it." Chu Hao wasn't polite either. The alchemists of this world should all be gathered in this sect, and with free labor available for use, why wouldn't he be happy about it? Besides, the Craftsman Sect might not be as powerful as a major Daoist sect like the Purple Cloud Sect, but if a powerful loose immortal were to take them under their wing, the status of alchemists would definitely change dramatically.

  Chu Hao was originally a master craftsman and seeing how backward this world was, he felt that he should do something about it.

  "Thank you, senior!" Wu Lang was overjoyed in his heart. He had long put away his own pride. Seeing this scene, he already knew that the powerful cultivator in front of him was willing to be the honorary elder of the Jingzong Sect, and with Bi Zhuang as a strong backing, he believed that revenge would not be too late!

  "Don't be in a hurry to thank me, I still need to go back and consult with the master before I can give you an answer about joining forces with the Craftsman Sect." Chu Hao was just talking nonsense, casting a net to catch fish, this was the true intention of the willing hook.

  Wu Lang, however, didn't show any dissatisfaction. He suddenly recalled the profound words Chu Hao had said earlier and continued, "Senior, do you need Black Crystal Ore? I happened to have obtained some at an auction last time. If Senior needs it, I can transfer it to you."

  Chu Hao's heart was delighted, Ah, I've been waiting for you to say that!

  He coughed awkwardly and said, "How can this be?" He neither refused nor accepted, but instead planned to let others force it on him, his shamelessness had reached an all-time high.

  Wu Lang knew Chu Hao's idea, and hurriedly said: "Where, Sword Old Senior is now the honorary elder of my Bi Zhuang, and I am also considered a junior to the senior. Giving something to the senior is also a must." After a pause, he continued: "Moreover, this black crystal ore is unknown to me how to use it. With my refining skills, I can't bring out one or two of its uses. It's said that a precious sword matches a hero, and the black crystal ore can only be truly brought into play when it falls into the senior's hands."

  Chu Hao was extremely pleased with this "junior". Everything had gone exceptionally smoothly today. He nodded and said, "Since it's hard to refuse your kindness, if I were to decline, it would seem impolite. So, I'll accept it. However, don't make a habit of it, don't make a habit of it."

  "Alright!" Wu Lang's heart was delighted, he knew that Chu Hao had accepted his token and black crystal ore, which was equivalent to acknowledging the elder identity of Jiang Shen Zong. The hanging heart he had been carrying for a long time finally put down.

  Of course, if Wu Lang found out that Chu Hao was a fake foundation repairman who had long since set up a trap for himself to drill into, I wonder if he would still be able to laugh.

  Wu Lang didn't have the Hei Jing mine stone on him, and Chu Hao wasn't bothered. Having accepted someone's kindness, it was impossible to just pat his butt and leave. Repaying kindness is a traditional virtue of the Zhù Qì Mén, so he carefully acted as a "senior" again, slightly pointing out Wu Lang's flaws in refining equipment.

  These skills, originally from that world, symbolizing the highest sacred place of the Casting Gate, even if it's just some superficial techniques, are extremely impressive in this world. Wu Lang listened for less than a few minutes and was shocked, truly admiring Chu Hao's heart, surrendering completely.

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