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Chapter 255: The Birth of a Magical Artifact
Chapter 255: The Birth of a Magical Artifact
In Lizhou, the Artifacts Sect was bustling with activity. The usually quiet town at the foot of the mountain was now overflowing with people, most of them strangers. Each one of them exuded an aura that struck fear into the hearts of onlookers.
The officers of the Demon Suppression Force were all hands on deck, working tirelessly to maintain order. However, the cloud-patterned black robes, which usually struck fear into demons, yokai, and martial artists alike, seemed to have no effect on this mysterious group.
It was the invisible spirit hanging in the sky that truly kept them in line. Although invisible to the naked eye, the oppressive aura of an Upper Realm Martial Immortal enveloped the entire Artifacts Sect.
"We wish to go up the mountain to observe the ceremony."
A group of highly skilled cultivators gathered at the mountain's base, and the disciples of the Artifacts Sect politely escorted them up the mountain.
Hou Wanshan stood by silently, his gaze fixed on the gathering.
News of the magical artifact's creation had spread far and wide. It started with a whisper, then grew louder until everyone knew about it.
There were many foreign cultivators traveling within the Great Qian Dynasty, and upon hearing this news, they had all flocked to this place.
In the past, a single word from the Martial Temple would have been enough to make them scatter, but now...it was already an achievement to be able to barely intimidate this crowd and prevent any unrest.
The various forces were too diverse, and the Great Qian Dynasty was showing signs of decline, so they couldn't afford to offend so many people.
"The Artifacts Sect has prepared accommodations for all of you, but the summit is off-limits. We ask that you do not trespass."
The Lin couple stood guard on the mountain path, their long swords at the ready, as they fulfilled their duty as disciples of the Martial Temple.
The group of foreign cultivators looked up at the sky, their thoughts varied, but they all nodded in agreement. "Thank you for the Artifacts Sect's hospitality."
At the summit, thick white fog gathered like clouds, enveloping the entire small mountain in a wintry scene. Frost covered the tree branches, and a chilly wind howled, sending icy leaves swirling through the air.
"I never expected that a small place within the Great Qian Dynasty would possess the means to forge magical artifacts," a cultivator shook his head in amazement.
His words seemed to remind the others, and soon, several other cultivators struck up a friendly conversation with the nearby disciples of the Artifacts Sect.
"... "
Among them were a few individuals whose extraordinary auras and backgrounds set them apart. These powerful beings from prestigious clans only spared a glance before turning their attention back to the summit.
To win over the Artifacts Sect, one needed more than just politeness.
Moreover, it was still unknown whether they could successfully forge a magical artifact.
Even if they succeeded, the ownership of the artifact would first need to be determined before any attempts at persuasion could be made.
"If it weren't for the Artifacts Sect, I wouldn't have known that a Mixed Yuan Grandmaster existed in Lizhou," Hou Wanshan said, slowly clenching his fists, feeling a slight sense of pressure.
Although his cultivation was high, it wasn't easy to suppress so many powerful beings.
This was also because not enough time had passed. If it were delayed by another month or two, even Nascent Soul realm experts might pay a personal visit, especially those from the Xuan Guang Cave...
On the other hand, the Martial Temple remained unfazed.
After all, they had a Golden Core to bolster their presence.
If they didn't put some pressure on the Artifacts Sect, who knew if these blacksmiths would take their newly forged artifact and join another faction.
Sure enough, Hou Wanshan's expectations were met as he soon overheard a few whispered conversations.
"Brother Qingyang, has Lin Zongzhu ever considered relocating the Artifacts Sect to a more suitable location?"
"Leaning on the Martial Temple is reassuring, but they are, after all, Yin Shen cultivators. They may not value your sect as much."
"I know you are a disciple of the Martial Temple, but what can they offer you? The Golden Core Law? It's of no use to you. Why not..."
Lin Qingyang listened to the whispered suggestions, his expression unchanged as he faced cultivators of higher realms than himself, who now addressed him as 'brother'. Although he showed no reaction, he felt a sense of satisfaction deep within.
At the same time, he couldn't help but ponder.
If the Martial Temple were truly a formidable power, these people wouldn't dare say such things to their faces. Everyone knew the current situation of the Great Qian Dynasty, so these were just empty words.
"Very well, very well," the man smiled wryly and retreated back into the crowd, continuing to gaze at the mountaintop.
The Artifacts Sect had finally gained some notoriety, and these blacksmiths, if they had any wit about them, knew how to ride this wave of fame.
The choice was clear: either rise to become a prominent clan or wither away into obscurity alongside a decaying dynasty.
Suddenly, in full view of everyone, the white fog in the sky rapidly retracted, vanishing from sight.
However, everyone present felt a bone-chilling cold.
The few extraordinary experts among them showed a hint of delight, exchanged glances, and coldly huffed, reaching for their waists.
The atmosphere became incredibly tense.
The artifact was complete! Now was the time to make their bids.
Everyone stared intently at the mountain path, and after a moment, a disheveled old man carrying a jade box ran down the path.
Just as they prepared to approach him, they saw Lin Jingyi lowering his head and waving them off, "Make way, make way."
And then he scurried down the mountain, leaving behind a group of bewildered cultivators.
Even Hou Wanshan, hanging in the air, was taken aback, "...'
This old man, who had been so eager to see the rise of the Artifacts Sect, had suddenly become so obedient and well-behaved.
"Follow him!"
The middle-aged expert frowned and strode down the mountain.
So many people had waited for so many days.
The Artifacts Sect didn't even give them a chance to make an offer, nor did they show what the artifact looked like. They were treating them like monkeys!
At the waist of the mountain, in a small building.
Lin Jingyi knocked on the door and, after receiving a response, pushed it open and entered.
Seeing the black-robed youth sitting in meditation on the rush mat, he forced a smile and handed over the jade box, "Master Shen, this old man didn't let you down. It's done."
"Thank you for your efforts," Shen Yi opened his eyes and nodded slightly.
"It was nothing, it was my duty," Lin Jingyi quickly shook his head and said, "Take a look, I'll go and dismiss them."
After speaking, the old man gently stepped out of the small building.
He turned around to face a group of displeased foreign cultivators, even Lin Qingyang was confused as he stared at his father.
Had he just wasted such a good opportunity? Had he gone mad?
"Everyone, there's nothing to see here. I'll have someone prepare a feast to entertain all of you properly."
Lin Jingyi forced a smile.
His eyes quickly scanned the few powerful experts.
Mixed Yuan Grandmaster...what use was that?
If these two or three people dared to follow Master Shen out of the Great Qian Dynasty, it would only take two hours.
The old man did not want to hear Master Shen say to him, "Would you care to step aside for a chat?"
"Entertain us?"
Most of the onlookers remained silent, but the few Mixed Yuan Grandmasters at the front had darkening gazes.
One of them had already clenched his fists.
Under the watchful eyes of so many, Lin Jingyi appeared completely relaxed, standing at the entrance of the small building without a hint of worry on his face.
"...'
The Mixed Yuan Grandmaster raised his eyes to glance at the sky.
Those who had cultivated to such a realm were rarely foolish.
A Upper Realm Martial Immortal would never give the Artifacts Sect such boldness.
Who was in that small building?
Could it be that someone had really brought one of the corpses from the Martial Temple?
(End of Chapter)
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