Chapter 26

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Chapter 26: The Matter of a Drop of Blood

Deep within the Spiritual Weapon Cave, seven luminous pearls illuminated the vast space, making it as bright as day.

Zhang Yang observed the spiritual weapons scattered in disarray—some lying horizontally, others standing vertically.

There were swords, spears, halberds, axes, hammers, and even forks.

"Every weapon’s weight increases tenfold due to the restrictions?"

Zhang Yang reached for a sword.

At a glance, it seemed to weigh about a hundred pounds, but the moment he held it, it felt like over a thousand.

For most warriors in the Returning to Origin realm, the combination of weight and pressure would have been overwhelming. Yet, in his hands, it still felt… light.

Even with the increased weight, it lacked the heft he desired.

He picked up a long-handled axe that appeared extremely heavy—still too light.

Two large hammers—also too light.

This left Zhang Yang somewhat dissatisfied. He wasn’t concerned about the grade of the weapons; he simply wanted them to be heavy—the heavier, the better.

His ultimate goal was to wield them using the Six Divine Powers in perfect harmony. That would be ideal.

Clearly, none of the weapons here met his requirements.

Without hesitation, he took a rope from his storage bag and tied up all the weapons—nearly forty in total.

It was important to note that these weren’t ordinary spiritual weapons but high-quality ones, each with the potential to evolve into boundless artifacts—an astronomical fortune in value.

He hefted the bundle, and at that moment, he had to exert his divine power. Activating Baxiang Power along with the other five divine powers, he found the weight still manageable.

After clearing out all the weapons, he noticed a spear embedded deep in the mountain wall, with only a small portion exposed.

He grabbed it and pulled forcefully, but it didn’t budge.

Summoning Baxiang Power once more, he finally managed to extract a portion with great effort.

"This spear is nice. I’ll come back for it," Zhang Yang muttered, intrigued.

Without delay, he sprinted out of the cave.

At the entrance, Li Kunhai and the others waited patiently, assuming it would be a while before he emerged.

When Zhang Yang finally appeared, he startled them.

Seeing him carrying a massive bundle of spiritual weapons, they were left speechless.

Casually dropping the bundle to the ground, Zhang Yang said, "Help yourselves. There’s also a spear inside that looks promising. I’ll go retrieve it."

With that, he dashed back inside.

Li Kunhai was taken aback and shouted, "Grand Respected, wait! You can’t enter the Spiritual Weapon Cave twice in a row, or the pressure will double—"

Before he could finish his warning, Zhang Yang had already vanished from sight.

Blinking in disbelief, he turned to the Great Elder and asked, "Where are the others?"

Lang Yaozu hesitated before pointing toward the cave. "Uh… it seems they ran inside."

"Ran?!" Li Kunhai’s lips twitched as Xue Feishuang’s words echoed in his mind.

It will only get more exciting from here.

At last, he understood what she meant.

"Was it the spear that the Grand Respected mentioned earlier?" Lang Yaozu asked.

Li Kunhai’s expression shifted. "Are you talking about the Wolf King Spear?"

Lang Yaozu nodded. "Look, there are thirty-seven spiritual weapons here. Aside from the Wolf King Spear, the Grand Respected took out all the others."

Li Kunhai’s gaze sharpened. "If the Wolf King Spear acknowledges you… then you become the Wolf King!"

Lang Yaozu’s eyes lit up with excitement. "Since my great-grandfather’s time, there hasn’t been a Wolf King for three generations!"

The Wolf King’s status surpassed even that of the palace master.

Deep Within the Spiritual Weapon Cave

Without the burden of the spiritual weapons, Zhang Yang was unfazed—even with the doubled pressure.

With a slight activation of Cang Wolf Power, he easily withstood it.

He channeled all five divine powers into the dark spear and, with a firm tug, pulled it free from the mountain wall.

The spear was two meters long and as thick as a bowl, crafted with meticulous detail. Its half-meter-long spearhead gleamed with sharpness, though small nicks marred the blade. Overall, it was still an exceptional weapon.

Of course, Zhang Yang wasn’t concerned with minor flaws—what mattered was its weight.

He swung it a few times; even under the immense pressure of the Spiritual Weapon Cave, it finally felt somewhat heavy.

Suddenly—

"Roar~~"

A wolf’s howl echoed through the cave.

From the spear’s dark body, a massive wolf’s head emerged, baring its fangs in a menacing snarl.

Zhang Yang flinched, then instinctively raised his hand and smacked it.

"How dare you try to scare me!" he shouted.

Bang!

The Wolf King Spear

The wolf head exploded.

Then, the spear trembled, and the wolf head reappeared, snarling at Zhang Yang once again, making the entire spear quiver violently in resistance.

"What’s this? You don’t want to acknowledge me as your master?" Zhang Yang muttered, raising his hand for another slap.

The wolf head exploded again.

He struck it once more.

Even after a dozen attempts, he still couldn’t subdue it.

Zhang Yang frowned. He had learned a lot about spiritual weapons and boundless artifacts from Xue Feishuang, and typically, they could be tamed.

Yet, he had encountered a particularly stubborn one.

After some thought, he said, "They say treasures acknowledge their masters through a drop of blood. I’ll give it a try."

He let a drop of blood fall onto the spear.

The wolf head that emerged from the spear roared in defiance, its expression full of disdain as it struggled to resist.

However, as the blood seeped into the spear, the wolf head’s expression changed to one of shock. Then, it transformed into a look of satisfaction, let out a low groan, and slowly retreated.

Soon, the dark spear began to change.

As if being purified, a layer of black faded away, revealing a brilliant silver underneath.

Now, the entire spear, including the spearhead, gleamed with a silver sheen.

Intricate patterns adorned its surface, simple yet elegant. Upon closer inspection, Zhang Yang realized the patterns resembled the wolf head that had just appeared.

When he grabbed the spear again, he immediately felt a deep connection, as if it were an extension of his own arm.

The wolf head, now etched into the spear’s design, reappeared and affectionately rubbed against his hand.

Zhang Yang understood one thing: if a treasure or weapon could be subdued with a drop of blood, there was no need for further struggle. If one drop wasn’t enough, then two would do.

After checking the Spiritual Weapon Cave once more to ensure nothing was left behind, he casually took one of the luminous pearls before walking out, carrying the silver spear.

As soon as he exited the cave, the silver spear suddenly flew out of his grasp, plunging into the ground.

The wolf head emerged again, letting out an excited howl toward the sky—like a dog finally freed from its leash.

Zhang Yang gave it a slap.

The wolf head shrank back.

The silver spear continued to tremble, its tip emitting a loud hum.

Silence fell over the surroundings.

Li Kunhai, Great Elder Lang Yaozu, Lang Xiaotian, and the five hundred wolf cavalry stared in astonishment.

When Zhang Yang picked up the silver spear again, Li Kunhai took a deep breath, then led everyone from the Howling Wolf Palace in a respectful bow.

"Greetings, Wolf King!"

Zhang Yang looked around, confused—there was no one else but him.

"Palace Master, I am the Grand Respected, not the Wolf King."

Li Kunhai replied solemnly, "According to the laws of the Howling Wolf Palace, if the Wolf King Sacred Spear acknowledges you, then you are the Wolf King."

Zhang Yang looked at the silver spear in his hand. "This thing is the Sacred Spear?"

A plaintive howl echoed from within the weapon.

Li Kunhai explained, "It once was. However, due to certain circumstances, it has fallen to the rank of a mere spiritual weapon. That said, there is still great hope for its restoration. Even in its current state, it remains one of the most powerful spiritual weapons. Moreover, since the spear spirit has chosen you, that makes you the Wolf King."

"In the past, only the palace master could become the Wolf King…"

Zhang Yang quickly waved his hand. "Enough! Don’t say any more!"

If this continued, they’d push the palace master title onto him as well.

He said, "I’ll be the Wolf King, and you will remain the palace master."

Li Kunhai hesitated. "This…"

"If you don’t agree, then I won’t take this spear," Zhang Yang declared.

The wolf head of the Wolf King Spear suddenly popped out, biting onto Zhang Yang’s sleeve, as if terrified of being abandoned.