Chapter 1: Forging Divine Soldiers!

  Walking down from the entrance for over ten meters, the tunnel starts to become spacious, with a width and height of about one zhang. On the left side of the tunnel are some silver-white stones that illuminate the tunnel as bright as day. These stones are swordstones, a type of heavenly spiritual stone, which can be found in all major spiritual lands.

  The swordstone is divided into five types, the most common being silver swordstone. In addition to yellow, blue, red and purple swordstones. The purple swordstone is extremely rare, only found in large spiritual lands such as the Dragon Vein, and even then in very small quantities. Every piece of purple swordstone combined with eighth-grade or higher spiritual iron will definitely produce an extreme-quality mysterious sword. However, there is something else in this world that is more suitable for use as a sword's heart than swordstone - the primordial spirit of a spiritual beast.

  Back in the tunnel, the two of them walked for about a quarter of an hour along the bright passageway before they heard the sound of hammering on metal. After walking another dozen or so steps, suddenly the scene opened up before their eyes, and a sword-casting arena several tens of meters square came into view. In the center was a cylindrical pillar with a diameter of ten meters, from which eight narrow channels one meter wide extended out in all directions, disappearing into the stone walls. Every single sword that had been cast would have to be quenched in this channel.

  In the sword casting arena, a middle-aged man in gray clothes saw Pang Zhongtian and Yang Guo coming in, and hurried over. It was then that the sword casting master of Shu Mountain, Gui Fu, appeared.

  After the three of them paid their respects, Pang Zhongtian said straightforwardly, "Younger brother, I'm troubling you to give Ou Er a sword."

  Guī Fǔ saw the situation and wanted to take the two of them to the Sword Stone Warehouse to select sword stones. Páng Zhōng Tiān waved his hand, took out a palm-sized white jade square box from his bosom, and handed it over to Guī Fǔ. Guī Fǔ received the jade box, feeling that a faint red light was emanating from the seams of the box, and he knew that the things inside this jade box were extraordinary.

  Guī Fǔ carefully opened the jade box, and Yáng, who was standing opposite him, also looked at the jade box with great anticipation, wondering what treasure was inside. A red light flashed onto Guī Fǔ's face, and his face slightly trembled, revealing a look of surprise in his eyes. However, as the number one swordsmith of Shǔ Shān Pài, he had seen much and was knowledgeable, so the surprised expression only flickered for an instant.

  "Nine-tailed Spirit Fox?" Guixu asked in a questioning tone to Pang Zhongtian.

  Yang was also surprised to hear the four words and looked at Master Pang Zhongtian. Master Pang Zhongtian, facing the inquiring gazes of the two, smiled and nodded, seemingly quite pleased with himself:

  "This nine-tailed spirit fox was encountered when I visited the Heavenly Mountain to pay respects to the Snowy Grandmother last year, and it took a lot of effort to obtain its primordial spirit."

  This nine-tailed spirit fox is extremely agile, and even if a cultivator can easily kill it with a mysterious technique, it's hard to capture alive. Moreover, once the spirit fox finds itself in danger of being captured and losing its yuanling, it will commit suicide to preserve its yuanling from being seized. Therefore, capturing a nine-tailed spirit fox alive is an extremely difficult task, even for someone like his master, who is one of the top five experts in the Central Plains.

  Guǐ fǔ xiǎo xīn de jiāng yù hé shàng, liǎn shàng duì Páng zhōng tiān de shén sè biàn dé gèng wéi gōng jìng:

  Translation:

  The ghost axe carefully closed the jade box, and his expression towards Pang Zhongtian became even more respectful.

  "Is Sect Master Big Brother going to use this Nine-Tailed Spirit Fox's Yuanling as the sword core?"

  Pang Zhongtian nodded.

  The ghostly axe led him through three doors, opening a warehouse. He walked to the innermost wooden frame and selected a piece of dark iron emitting purple light. He then went to Pang Zhongtian's side and said:

  "Zi Yun Xuan Tie, produced in Qiongzhou Province's Zi Teng Mountain, is a 7th-grade Xuan Tie."

  Guī Fǔ took out a piece of seventh-grade Xuan Iron with one swing of his axe, showing how much he valued the Nine-Tailed Spirit Fox's Yuan Spirit.

  But unexpectedly, Pang Zhongtian shook his head in front of him, his eyes fixed on a box in the corner of the warehouse. Gui Fu followed Pang Zhongtian's gaze and his face changed greatly, then he said firmly:

  "This... Eldest Brother, this piece of mystic iron cannot be easily moved. The nine-tailed spirit fox's core essence is precious, but this eighth-grade mystic iron is the only one in our entire Shu Shan Sect. Unless there are even more precious sword-casting materials, we can at most use seventh-grade mystic iron."

  Yang spoke up at this time:

  "Master Uncle said that if there are other precious sword casting materials, can this piece of eighth-grade mystic iron be used?"

  The ghost axe looked at Yang Guo with a puzzled expression, but still nodded. Pang Zhongtian on the side also looked at Yang Guo with a puzzled gaze.

  Yang smiled faintly and took out a long wooden box from his bosom, handing it to Gui Fu. Gui Fu received the wooden box and found that it was even heavier than the white jade box earlier. What could be inside? A piece of mysterious iron? A sword stone? He opened the wooden box with a puzzled expression, and another look of astonishment flashed across his face:

  "This is the unicorn's horn!"

  Upon hearing this, Pang Zhongtian's face also changed color. The single-horned demon beast is a ferocious creature from the demonic realm, and even Pang Zhongtian himself doesn't dare to easily provoke an adult single-horned demon beast. This place is at the border of the demonic realm and the Central Plains; although these beasts are ferocious, they also cannot break through the seal...

  Pang Zhongtian didn't dare think about it anymore and turned his head to look at Yang Guo, wanting to hear his explanation.

  Yang had expected this and slowly revealed the origin of the demon beast's rhino horn:

  "Five days ago, the disciple was ordered to go down the mountain to check the seal. Under a small hillside, he found an injured unicorn beast and suspected it had rushed out of the boundary. The disciple saw that it was injured and used great effort to kill it, lest it recover and harm humans. Although the unicorn beast was injured, it was still very troublesome. The disciple could only kill it by hugging its heavily wounded body and taking its horn. Originally, the disciple planned to report this matter to his master after handling it."

  After listening to Yang Guo's explanation, Pang Zhongtian and Gui Zhu couldn't help but furrow their brows. They felt that the Demon Realm was stirring again, but all of this was still just speculation.

  "Now we can use eighth-grade mystic iron, right, Ghost Axe?"

  Guī Fǔ heard this and immediately came back to his senses, carefully examining the demon beast's rhino horn in his hand. The rhino horn was about one foot long, with a dark red color throughout, and the tip of the horn was slightly purple. It was clearly the rhino horn of a demon beast that had been cultivating for hundreds of years.

  The Ghost Axe looked at the pair of demon beast rhino horns, and even though he had seen a lot, seeing two top-grade sword casting materials at once couldn't help but elicit a praising voice from him. He closed the wooden box and placed it next to the white jade box, nodded towards Pang Zhongtian, then turned around and walked towards the chest containing the 8th grade Xuan Iron.

  Pang Zhongtian saw the situation and knew that everything was going to be alright, so he followed Ghost Axe towards the box. The two of them stopped in front of the box, and Ghost Axe took out a silver-white key from his pocket, while Pang Zhongtian also took out a silver-black key from his own pocket. They inserted both keys into the keyhole on the box at the same time, infused their spiritual energy, and opened the box.

  A silver-white piece of Xuan Iron appeared before the two, Gui Fu urged his spiritual power to infuse into his hand and took out the Xuan Iron. The entire warehouse was suddenly enveloped in a white glow, and the cold air was overwhelming. This piece of eighth-grade Xuan Iron turned out to be a cold-natured Xuan Iron, which was exactly the opposite of the other two sword-casting materials.

  Yang couldn't help but see this scene and worriedly asked:

  "This piece of Xuan Tie has completely conflicting attributes with the two casting sword materials in front, I'm afraid it's not suitable."

  Guī Fǔ heard this and smiled, saying: "As the heavens and earth gave birth to two extremes, the two extremes gave birth to four symbols, and the four symbols gave birth to eight trigrams. These two extremes are indeed the beginning of heaven and earth. With these two materials, fire and ice, we can cast the Ice Fire Twin Extremes Sword. If fate is favorable, after it's forged, it might even become a divine sword."

  After Guī Fǔ finished speaking, he opened the two boxes on the wooden frame. A red gas emerged from the Yuán Líng of Jiǔ Wěi Líng Diāo and the Xī Jiǎo of Dú Jiǎo Yāo Shòu, forming a subtle opposition to the Xuán Tiě Hán Qì that had been shrouding the warehouse.

  Yang was shocked by the scene, and his astonishment quickly grew. Divine Sword! A divine sword like the Taiqing Sword sealed by the ancestors in the Sword Pool, only nine of which have appeared throughout the entire Huaxia continent.

  After returning from the sword casting arena, Yang had been thinking about the divine weapon that would belong to him. However, the casting of the divine weapon was not an easy task, and even with the combined efforts of the Mt. Shu Sword Casting Arena, it would take three months to complete. During these three months, Yang just casually chose a third-rate xuanbing as his personal weapon in the sword casting arena.

  There are only nine months left until the Silver List tournament, and Yang's current spiritual power has reached the upper fourth layer. Among his peers, he is already exceptional, and only one third-generation disciple of Shu Mountain Sect can rival him. What he lacks now is experience, so he asked Master to go down the mountain for three months of training.

  Yang collected his belongings, brought some spare clothes and a few bottles of detoxification pills and resuscitation pills, and left Mount Shu to gain experience.

  That day, Yang You flew his sword through a mountain valley, and as he turned a corner, he suddenly saw two columns of black and yellow energy rising into the sky, forming an opposing force. There should be two factions of cultivators confronting each other there. Yang You was curious, and in just a few moments, he had arrived at the edge of where the energies were emanating from. From a distance, all he could see was four or five black-robed men surrounding two yellow-robed Daoist priests who were fighting.

  Those two Taoist priests in yellow robes, one old and one young, the older one was about fifty years old, with a pair of eight-character whiskers, a pointed face and narrow forehead, prominent cheekbones, and a waxen complexion, looking not quite benevolent. A red wooden sword moved swiftly, forming a sword net in front of him to block the opponent's attack.

  A young Taoist priest, about twenty years old, with a clear and handsome face, wielded a silver iron sword. Under the protection of the old Taoist's red sword net, he occasionally launched two swords to counterattack. The two men cooperated tacitly and managed to resist the attack of five people.

  Among the five men in black, all of them were dressed in black robes from head to toe, with their faces also hidden under the robes, revealing only a pair of eerie green eyes. Coupled with the oppressive chill emanating from their bodies, Yang could tell at a glance that these five people were evil sorcerers. Moreover, the old Taoist priest looked like he wasn't a good person either, so Yang was happy to watch them fight each other and didn't rush to intervene.

  The black robes of the five men in black had a red skull emblem on the left chest, and the black robe of the leader had a red border, showing his special identity. His strength also seemed to be the highest among the five men in black, standing in front of the two yellow-robed Taoists without moving.

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