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Chapter 255: The Emergence of the Artifact
Chapter 255: The Emergence of the Artifact
Li Prefecture, Armament Sect.
The small town at the foot of the mountain was bustling with unfamiliar faces, most of them exuding a faint yet intimidating aura.
The Demon Suppressing Bureau's officers were all deployed, striving to maintain order.
The Cloud Pattern Black Robes, which made demons and martial artists from the rivers and lakes tremble, were not given a second glance by this group of strangers.
What truly calmed them down was the invisible Yin Spirit hanging in the sky.
Although invisible to the naked eye, the dense aura of the Upper Realm Martial Immortal had already enveloped the entire Armament Sect.
"We wish to go up the mountain to witness the ceremony."
High-level cultivators gathered at the foot of the mountain, and the Armament Sect disciples politely welcomed them into the mountain.
Hou Wanshan silently observed the scene.
The emergence of the artifact had caused too much commotion; word spread quickly, and soon everyone knew about it.
The Grand Dry Dynasty was home to many wandering cultivators.
Upon hearing the news, they all gathered here.
In the past, the Martial Temple only needed a word to disperse them, but now... being able to barely intimidate the crowd and prevent any chaos was already considered a good outcome.
The various factions were too diverse, and with the Grand Dry Dynasty's decline becoming more apparent, they couldn't afford to offend so many people.
"The Armament Sect has prepared accommodations for everyone, but the summit is a forbidden area, so please refrain from trespassing."
The Lin family couple, holding long swords, stood guard on the mountain path as disciples of the Martial Temple.
The visiting cultivators looked up at the sky; although their thoughts varied, they all nodded in unison: "Thank you for the Armament Sect's hospitality."
At the summit, dense white fog gathered into clouds, making the entire small mountain seem like it was in the midst of a harsh winter. The tree branches were covered in white frost, and a chilling wind howled, blowing icy leaves.
"I never expected that a small place within the Grand Dry Dynasty would possess the means to forge artifacts," a cultivator shook his head in amazement.
His words seemed to remind everyone, and soon other cultivators began to chat amiably with the Armament Sect disciples standing beside them.
"... "
Among them were several individuals with exceptional auras, clearly powerful figures from prestigious backgrounds. They only glanced briefly before turning their attention back to the summit.
To win over the Armament Sect, politeness was not enough.
Moreover, whether they could truly forge an artifact was still unknown.
Once the artifact was successfully crafted, they would first need to determine its ownership, and the matter of winning them over could be discussed later.
"If it weren't for the Armament Sect, I wouldn't have known that there was a Primordial Sage in Li Prefecture."
Hou Wanshan slowly clenched his fists, feeling a slight pressure.
Although his cultivation was high, suppressing the crowd was not an easy task.
This was because the time was still short; if it dragged on for another month or two, even Spirit Transformation Realm powerhouses might come in person, especially those from Radiant Light Cave...
On the other hand, the Martial Temple was more capable of holding its ground.
After all, they should at least bring a Golden Body to maintain the situation.
Without putting some pressure on the Armament Sect, these blacksmiths might take their artifacts and join another faction.
Indeed, as Hou Wanshan had expected, he soon heard some whispers.
"Brother Qingyang, has Lin Zongzhu considered relocating the Armament Sect to a more suitable place?"
"Leaning on the Martial Temple as a pillar of support may provide peace of mind, but they are, after all, Yin Spirit Cultivators, and may not value you as much."
"I know you are a disciple of the Martial Temple, but what can they offer you? A Golden Body Technique? You won't be able to use it anyway, so why not..."
Lin Qingyang listened to the whispers by his ear and looked at the powerful cultivators whose cultivation surpassed his own, yet they addressed him as 'Brother Qingyang'. Although his expression remained unchanged, he felt a sense of satisfaction deep within.
At the same time, he secretly grumbled to himself.
If the Martial Temple were truly a pillar of support, these people wouldn't dare to say such things to his face. Everyone knew the current situation of the Grand Dry Dynasty, and these were just empty pleasantries.
He absentmindedly brushed him off, saying, "What's the point of discussing this with me? The Artifact Sect will do as my father says."
The man wanted to say something else, but Madam Lin politely raised her palm to stop him, saying, "Senior, please don't bring it up again. The Sect Master has his own plans."
"Alright, alright."
The man smiled reluctantly and stepped back into the crowd, continuing to gaze at the mountain peak.
The Artifact Sect had finally gained some reputation, and these blacksmiths, if they had any sense, would know how to take advantage of this opportunity.
Whether to become a powerful clan or to accompany a rotting piece of wood and slowly decay to death wasn't a difficult choice.
Suddenly, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the white mist in the sky quickly retreated downwards until it disappeared.
However, everyone felt a bone-chilling cold.
The few extraordinary experts among them showed a hint of surprise, then glanced at each other, each letting out a cold hum and clapping their hands towards their waists.
The atmosphere instantly became tense.
The artifact had been formed! It was time to place their bids.
Everyone stared intently at the mountain path, and after a moment, a disheveled old man carrying a jade box ran down.
Just as they were about to greet him, they saw Lin Jingyi shaking his head and waving his hands, saying, "Make way, make way."
Then, he ran down the mountain like a streak of smoke.
Leaving behind a group of stunned cultivators.
Even Hou Wanshan, who was suspended in the air, was a bit surprised: "..."
This old man had been obsessed with the rise of the Artifact Sect, but when did he become so obedient and honest?
"Follow him!"
The middle-aged expert frowned and clicked his tongue, then took a step towards the foot of the mountain.
So many people had waited for so many days.
The Artifact Sect didn't even give them a chance to bid, and they weren't even willing to show what the artifact looked like. They were treating them like monkeys.
The small building on the mountainside.
Lin Jingyi knocked on the door and entered after receiving a response.
He saw a black-robed youth sitting in meditation on a meditation cushion.
He forced a smile and handed over the jade box, saying, "Lord Shen, the old man didn't let you down. It's done."
"Thank you for your hard work," Shen Yi opened his eyes and nodded slightly.
"It's nothing, it's nothing. It's my duty," Lin Jingyi hurriedly shook his head and said, "You can take a look first. I'll go and send them away."
After saying this, the old man slowly retreated out of the small building.
He turned around and faced a group of displeased foreign cultivators, and even Lin Qingyang looked at his father in confusion.
Such a good opportunity, wasted like this? Had the blacksmith gone crazy?
"Everyone, there's nothing to see here. I'll send someone to prepare a banquet, and I'll make sure you all have a good time." Lin Jingyi forced a smile.
He quickly scanned the group of experts.
The Primordial Sage... useless.
Just these two, if they dared to follow Lord Shen and leave Da Qian, it would only take two hours.
The old man didn't want to hear Shen Yi say, "Would you like to step aside for a chat?"
"Have a good time?"
Most of the onlookers didn't speak, but the few Primordial Sages in the front had darkening eyes.
One of them had already clenched his fist.
Under the gaze of so many people, Lin Jingyi appeared extremely relaxed, standing at the entrance of the small building without a trace of worry on his face.
"..."
The Primordial Sage raised his eyes and glanced at the sky.
Those who had cultivated to such a high level were rarely foolish.
A Shangjing Wuxian from the Upper Realm couldn't possibly give the Artifact Sect such confidence.
Who was in that small building?
Could it be that someone had really brought one of the corpses from the Martial Temple here?
(End of Chapter)
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