Chapter 132

Chapter 132: The First Magical Weapon Repair

Back then, in Xu Yangteng’s common weapon shop, Lou Yun had instantly taken a liking to the Stone Sword at first sight. When Xu Yangteng asked him why, Lou Yun replied with the phrase "great skill in simplicity," as taught by Chang Xiang.

"Great skill in simplicity" meant something naturally formed, without excessive artificial adornment. That was how the Stone Sword had been—plain, ordinary, yet immediately capturing Lou Yun’s attention.

But now, the common weapon appearing in Lou Yun’s hand was an even more perfect embodiment of "great skill in simplicity"!

Because it didn’t even have a sword hilt. The entire thing was a slender, slightly curved blade, utterly smooth, without any superfluous decorations.

Although Lou Yun was extremely surprised that Chang Xiang possessed a common weapon, at this very moment, that formidable imposing aura on the other side was already upon him. Lou Yun had no time at all to consider anything else. Hastily gripping that supremely ordinary sword, he swung it backward.

"Shhiiing!"

Lou Yun clearly saw that as the blade swept through the air, a thin black fissure, fine as a strand of hair, appeared in the space, and from within that fissure, a faintly strange energy fluctuation emanated.

Simultaneously, a startled "Eh?!" sound suddenly rang out. That powerful imposing aura was forcibly split directly down the middle by Lou Yun’s casual slash.

Although the momentum of this attack remained strong, having been split apart, its resulting force was no longer sufficient to pose any threat to Lou Yun. Lou Yun’s tense mood instantly relaxed. At the same time, he fiercely jerked his right hand holding the Dream Emperor Sword. Weapon spirit power surged out, freeing it from the Ghost Valley Spear’s entanglement.

Holding Chang Xiang’s common weapon in his left hand and the Dream Emperor Sword in his right, both magical and common weapon manifest simultaneously, filled Lou Yun with boundless confidence seemingly out of thin air. He had just wanted a proper look at who this ambusher was when he suddenly heard a cold shout: "Go!"

Immediately after, Gu Xie grinned strangely, released the Ghost Valley Spear from his hand into the air, jumped onto it himself, and transformed into a streak of silver light that shot into the sky in an instant.

On the other side, another flicker of silver light appeared, accompanied by a scream, then it too shot upward into the heavens.

Hearing the scream, Lou Yun’s heart sank in alarm. That voice was Ge Jianfeng’s; he had clearly been attacked.

This suddenly appearing mysterious person, whose face Lou Yun hadn’t even managed to see clearly, had attacked only once before abruptly leaving. And upon leaving, he had conveniently attacked Ge Jianfeng. Thus, Lu Yun naturally had to go tend to Ge Jianfeng and couldn’t chase after them.

This clearly showed that not only was this mysterious person’s strength exceptional, but his thinking was also extremely cunning. To devise and execute such a rapid series of adaptations in an instant marked him as a formidable future rival for Lou Yun.

However, Lou Yun had no mind for such thoughts now. In a swift dart forward, he was already at Ge Jianfeng’s side. Upon taking a close look, he couldn’t help but draw a sharp, shocked breath.

The mysterious man’s attack had been utterly ruthless. Though made in haste, it mercilessly targeted Ge Jianfeng’s vital point—the magical weapon at his dantian.

A wound half a foot long was now visible on Ge Jianfeng’s lower abdomen. The silver whip clutched in his hand was also covered with numerous cracks.

With his dantian injured and magical weapon damaged, if not treated immediately, Ge Jianfeng would die right here and now!

Moreover, Ge Jianfeng had been wounded three times earlier. While Lou Yun’s Fusang Fire had healed two of those injuries, he had lost a lot of blood. Now, the wound on his lower abdomen was gushing fresh blood steadily. Treatment was absolutely urgent; if delayed even slightly longer, he could very well die from excessive blood loss.

Lou Yun naturally couldn’t abandon someone in mortal peril. However, this area was likely one frequented by the Viper Gang. Treating Ge Jianfeng here risked encountering Viper Gang members again, or perhaps Gu Xie and the mysterious man returning. That would spell trouble. After a moment’s contemplation, Lou Yun decided to take Ge Jianfeng away from this dangerous place first.

Retrieving the Dream Emperor Sword into his body, Lou Yun looked at the common weapon sword in his hand. He was just about to ask Chang Xiang what to do with it when a flash of light suddenly shone on the blade, and the sword vanished; Chang Xiang had presumably stored it away.

Lou Yun had no time for further questions either. Bending down, he scooped up Ge Jianfeng’s body. By now, Ge Jianfeng was already deeply unconscious, unresponsive.

Carrying Ge Jianfeng, Lou Yun felt no noticeable strain. He exerted himself in his movement technique, still swift as the wind, rapidly leaving the area as he ran with all his might in the opposite direction.

Lou Yun ran non-stop for over half an hour before finally finding a small cave. He hurriedly carried Ge Jianfeng inside.

To prepare for any eventuality, Lou Yun used his spiritual sense to probe the area several li around. This time, he didn’t ask for Chang Xiang’s help. The recent intense battle had made him appreciate Chang Xiang’s well-intentioned approach. Previously, encountering enemies, Chang Xiang would immediately warn him and provide details about their strength, fostering a degree of dependence.

While this reliance might have offered benefits in the short term, Lou Yun realized it was ultimately harmful and offered no long-term advantage. He recognized he needed to shake off this dependence quickly and become self-reliant; only then could he truly grow strong!

Sweeping with his spiritual sense revealed no energy fluctuations nearby. This didn’t necessarily mean no cultivators were around—there could be those with cultivation levels too high for him to sense—but Lou Yun couldn’t worry about that now. The earlier fight had consumed most of the night, and healing Ge Jianfeng’s wounds would take more time, time he didn’t have. His scheduled meeting with Leng Cangqiong was drawing closer, leaving him with little room for delay.

Laying Ge Jianfeng down, Lou Yun immediately focused on the silver whip still tightly clutched in the unconscious man’s hands. For a magical weapons master, the magical weapon was the very root of life. Lou Yun’s first imperative was to find a way to repair it promptly.

This scene naturally reminded Lou Yun of his father, Lou Tianming, who was rendered nearly powerless, essentially crippled, due to damage to his magical weapon. Lou Yun, although having assimilated the Fusang Fire and knowing its healing capabilities, had never attempted using it for this purpose. But now, compelled by circumstances, he had to try. Repairing Ge Jianfeng’s weapon would also serve as a rehearsal for one day repairing his father’s.

Taking a deep breath, Fusang Fire ignited in Lou Yun’s hand. This time, instead of merely projecting it outward, he slowly brought his flaming hand closer to Ge Jianfeng’s silver whip.

"Shhhiii!" As the Fusang Fire touched the whip, it instantly sent up a wisp of green smoke. Simultaneously, the unconscious Ge Jianfeng emitted a sharp scream and opened his eyes.

Lou Yun had a realization: Repairing a weapon with Fusang Fire felt entirely different to the injured person compared to healing their body. Earlier, when Fusang Fire treated Ge Jianfeng’s physical wounds, he hadn’t made a sound and had seemed quite at ease. Yet now, merely touching the weapon elicited such a loud scream. The process was bound to be excruciatingly painful.

Ge Jianfeng opened his eyes. Upon recognizing Lou Yun, his tension visibly eased. Lou Yun hurriedly explained, "I’m repairing your weapon. It will likely be painful. Please endure it, don’t make a sound, to avoid drawing unwanted attention."

Ge Jianfeng managed a quick nod and glanced down at his wound. A chill washed over him. As a magical weapons master, everyone recognized the severity of weapon damage. With a voice trembling uncontrollably, he asked, "Can it… can it be repaired?"

Lou Yun didn’t dare promise a definitive yes, but nor could he bear crushing Ge Jianfeng’s hope completely. He hedged: "I’ll give it a try."

In this situation, Ge Jianfeng could only place his complete trust in Lou Yun. He offered a faint nod. "Senior," he said, the word escaping him—though young, Lou Yun’s power had earned him that title, "if it cannot be repaired, please do not strain yourself. This immense kindness… I can only repay you in another life."

Lou Yun waved dismissively. "Save the talk. We’ll know after we try. Okay, we’re starting. Endure it!"

Without waiting for Ge Jianfeng’s reply, Lou Yun pressed his Fusang Fire-wreathed hand directly onto the silver whip. This time, he went even further, grasping the whip firmly, ensuring the flames enveloped it completely.

Ge Jianfeng’s body convulsed violently. His fingers clawed deep into the ground. His teeth ground together audibly, grating against each other. Sweat poured down his face like rain. The sheer agony of the Fire touching his core magical weapon was undeniable, yet he remained utterly silent.

Impressed by Ge Jianfeng’s resolve, Lou Yun pushed aside pity. All his attention now focused intently on the Fusang Fire itself.

Lou Yun could clearly see the green Fusang Tree within the flame slowly extend its branches and leaves. Like vines, they wrapped around the silver whip, though flames constantly danced upon them.

The Fusang Tree’s branches precisely covered the whip’s cracked sections. The Fusang Fire gently scorched these areas. To Lou Yun, it felt uncannily similar to the process of forging weapons—except this was the forging of the immaterial magical weapon body itself, not tangible physical materials.

Under the Fusang Fire’s burning, the whip’s shattered fragments slowly melted, reverting to their original state—threads of pure spiritual energy. The Fusang Tree’s branches and leaves confined this energy, preventing its dissipation. Simultaneously, they exuded a gentle, innate healing power—the life-giving essence of the Fusang Tree itself. This power began re-coalescing the scattered spiritual energy threads. Gradually, they reformed as part of the weapon, seamlessly reintegrating with its undamaged sections.

When the Fusang Tree finally retracted its branches, the repaired section of the magical weapon lay exposed. Inspecting it closely, it looked like it had just solidified anew, revealing no signs of having been damaged whatsoever!