Chapter 286
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Chapter 286: If She Has the Ability, Let Her Kill Us Right Now
While Little Spirit was happily chatting with Feng Chang Ning, her expression suddenly turned serious.
“Feng Chang Ning sister, that Transformation God old fool from last time showed up at the defensive line of Nine Phoenix Island with three others,” Little Spirit said gravely.
“Can we eliminate them?” A flash of killing intent appeared in Feng Chang Ning’s eyes; she never wanted to experience the feeling of having her life in someone else’s hands again.
“The Grand Elder’s last batch of supplies contained a secret weapon. I’ve locked onto them; they won’t escape.”
As she spoke, Little Spirit projected a light curtain, displaying the Transformation God cultivator who had previously tried to destroy Nine Phoenix Pavilion to steal treasures.
Thirty thousand miles from Nine Phoenix Island, a lark was leisurely flying towards Nine Phoenix Pavilion with four people aboard.
“Friend Yan, does that giant island really have the forty million mortals you mentioned?” A Transformation God cultivator with a pale face, tall stature, and blood-red eyes asked.
“Yes, the one in charge there is a small sect, the strongest being only in the Nascent Soul stage, with a loud name—Nine Phoenix Pavilion,” the asked cultivator replied with a smile.
“Haha, Nine Phoenix Pavilion—that name frightens me. If I didn’t know the truth, just hearing that name would scare me away,” said the cultivator with blood-red eyes, laughing.
The other cultivators also joined in the laughter.
“We should be cautious. Last time, I didn’t get to test the fighting strength of that Nascent Soul stage leader. If she turns out to be a genius capable of slaying Transformation Gods, it could be troublesome,” the cultivator with the surname Yan remarked.
“Haha, Friend Yan is being overly cautious. A Nascent Soul stage cultivator can’t stir up much of a storm. If she has the ability, let her kill us now.”
No sooner had the cultivator with blood-red eyes finished speaking than all four on the lark shivered at the same time. Suddenly, a beam of light shot down from the sky, like a bullet piercing an egg, causing the lark to disintegrate mid-air.
‘Boom~~’
The Alloy Gravity Rod tore through the lark, creating monstrous waves that crashed against the surrounding sea.
Feng Chang Ning watched the live feed, speechless for a long time.
“Is this the Grand Elder’s secret weapon?” The shock in Feng Chang Ning’s eyes had yet to fade; she couldn’t bear to imagine the devastation such an attack would cause on Nine Phoenix Island.
“Yes, it’s powerful, right? Brother Grape controls over three thousand precious artifact satellites on Hidden Spirit Island,” Little Spirit praised.
“Impressive, those four Transformation God masters disappeared in an instant,” Feng Chang Ning said.
“Feng Chang Ning sister, hurry and develop so the Grand Elder will send even more powerful things over,” Little Spirit encouraged.
“Okay.”
On Hidden Spirit Island, after finishing a dramatic series, Xu Fan returned to his daily leisurely life.
He went fishing, talked about Dao with his disciples, and occasionally checked on the developments in the Demon Spirit Realm when bored.
In Upper Zun Fairy City, Volcano Fairy Town, and the Artifact Hall, over ten cultivators at the Core Formation and Great Ascension stages crowded around the Master of the Artifact Hall.
“Master, please tell us who the master craftsman in Artifact Crafting Room No. 1 is. I beg you.”
“The War between Realms is about to break out, and we still don’t have a suitable Dao artifact. If we encounter beast race opponents of equal strength, I’ll be helpless and unwilling to die.” A muscular cultivator with a beard and a height of two meters pleaded.
It was rumored in the cultivation world that a master craftsman had arrived in Upper Zun Fairy City and Volcano Fairy Town and had forged a Dao artifact in less than two months.
As a result, those cultivators above the Core Formation stage, who had gathered spirit ore and spirit materials but lacked a Dao artifact, turned green with envy.
On the entire central continent, renowned master craftsmen were few; information about their current waiting lists could stretch hundreds of years into the future.
So, cultivators who couldn’t get on the list began to shift their targets toward recently ascended or previously reclusive master craftsmen.
As soon as the first clone finished crafting the Spiritual Sword, a ripple of energy burst forth from the newly formed artifact. Although the grand formation in the artifact crafting room blocked most of the wave, a tiny bit still leaked out.
This small leak instantly caught the attention of the artifact masters who were busy crafting nearby.
In no time, word spread across the entire central continent that a master craftsman had arrived in Volcano Fairy Town. Those great beings who had spirit ore for Spiritual Weapons but weren’t on the waiting list turned green with envy.
The Master of the Artifact Hall looked at the crowd surrounding him and sighed, “You all should leave. That master craftsman belongs to a specific sect, and you won’t get on the list.”
“How can we know if we don’t try? Please, Master, give us a chance,” a group of them begged.
Feeling a bit overwhelmed, the Master finally said, “Fine, list your rewards and the amount of spirit ore you’re willing to offer for the Spiritual Weapons you want crafted.”
“I’ll compile the list and show it to the master craftsman. That’s all I can do for you. Pushing further won’t change the outcome,” the Master said firmly.
Though reluctant, everyone left their jade slips behind, each detailing the Spiritual Weapons they wanted.
Three days later, after confirming that the first clone had finished crafting, the Master went to visit him.
It’s common for a master craftsman to rest for a few days after completing a Spiritual Weapon.
When the doors of the first crafting room slowly opened, the Master stepped inside and found the first clone deeply engrossed in a large book.
“Ascend XX… is this a story about the Thousand Worlds?” the Master wondered to himself.
Noticing the Master, the first clone closed the book and greeted him warmly, “Brother, welcome! I was just about to ask for your opinion on the new Spiritual Weapon I crafted.”
In his hand appeared a Spiritual Sword made of ten-thousand-year Dark Iron, trembling slightly and emitting a clear, melodious sound.
“A self-born sword spirit, and such a pure sword sound. Even without a close inspection, I can tell this is a top-tier Spiritual Sword. Truly impressive,” the Master remarked.
The Master examined the Dark Iron Spiritual Sword carefully, secretly marveling at it and gaining even more respect for the first clone’s crafting skills.
After a while, the Master remembered the main reason for his visit and said, “Brother, the protective formation in this crafting room isn’t set up properly. The energy waves from your Spiritual Weapon leaked out, and it caught the attention of those cultivators without Spiritual Weapons.”
“If you hadn’t come out, they would’ve come to me instead.”
As he spoke, the Master handed over a jade slip.
The first clone took it and saw over a thousand requests for Spiritual Weapons, complete with rewards and the amounts of spirit ore offered.
Just glancing at one request, he realized the potential income was over four times the usual rate.
“Take a look. If any of these interest you, I’ll help you get in touch with the cultivator,” the Master said.
“Brother, I really appreciate your help,” the first clone replied, remembering the main body’s instructions to build a good relationship with the Master of the Artifact Hall.
“No need for formalities between brothers,” the Master said with a wave of his hand.
“When you have time, let’s discuss your celestial script rune formation system.”
The Master’s eyes lit up instantly.
