Chapter 118: Tianji Pavilion, Magical Instrument Creation

Tianji Pavilion, Observatory.

An old man and a young boy were sitting cross-legged here, and the stone slabs under their feet were covered with broken tortoise shells.

The old man looked solemnly at the tortoise shell floating in front of him, an unpredictable and unknown aura constantly emerging from it.

After a moment, he shook his head in the expectant eyes of the children beside him.

"Master, haven't you determined the exact location of that person yet?"

"The information has completely disappeared, as if that person no longer exists in this world."

The old man stretched out his aged hand and grasped the tortoise shell floating in the air.

He looked thoughtfully in the direction of Tuzhou, which was the place where the Divine Emperor last appeared.

First, he was blocked by the Red Lotus Sect, and then many top sects withdrew from the sect, making it impossible for him to figure out the location of that person.

And now there is not a single piece of information at all, as if the young man named Liang Hui has died.

"Master, you mean that person is dead!" The child's face was filled with disbelief.

"When did I say that person was dead? He must have noticed our method and filled the loophole."

The old man spoke, and the solemnity in his expression slowly dissipated.

Instead, there was a hint of happiness in his eyes.

"It is indeed the greatest miracle in the world from ancient times to the present."

"But that's good too. This way we don't have to waste the heritage left by our ancestors."

The old man stood up straight and walked towards the stairs.

"My disciple, follow me. We can finally go down and rest."

"Master, I'm going to the city to buy some oranges. I haven't tasted them for a long time."

A short figure quickly stood up and trotted towards the old man.

Beast Taming Sect, in front of the palace gate.

The golden sunlight falls on Liang Hui's body.

As the young man inhaled, these lights, along with the surrounding white spots, all turned into magic power in his abdomen.

This time, all the aura was directly transformed into red-gold magic power without being converted by the Scarlet Cloud Sword.

As he walked, the sunlight around him was constantly swallowed up, and his entire figure was like a bottomless abyss, and any light that approached disappeared.

A layer of light red-gold mist appeared above Liang Hui's abdomen, with the ancient Red Cloud Sword standing quietly in it.

With the boy's speed, he quickly left the mountain he was on and walked towards the mountain on the side.

Foundry Pavilion!
Three big words appeared in Liang Hui's field of vision as he watched the flow of people coming in and out.

Without hesitation, move forward.

"Michiko! Good."

"Hello."

"Is Daozi here to forge weapons?"

"Ah."

With the appearance of Liang Hui, all the disciples around stopped and greeted him.

Liang Hui was not arrogant and responded very normally.

As soon as they entered the Foundry Pavilion, a middle-aged man dressed as a deacon led Liang Hui into a spacious courtyard.

The two sat opposite each other with tea cups placed in front of them.

"Daozi, what's the matter with you coming to the Casting Pavilion this time?"

"I need to create a magical weapon, and I will provide the corresponding resources."

"Magical weapon?"

The deacon looked at the boy in surprise.

After a pause, he responded: "Wait a moment, Taoist. I will notify the best Taoist forger in the pavilion now."

"If you have any requirements for the magic weapon you are creating, please tell him in person."

"Okay, trouble."

Liang Hui nodded, picked up the teacup on the table and started drinking.

This is the purpose of the young man's trip, to create a magical weapon suitable for his magic power and enrich his means of fighting the enemy.

After all, it was because his Taoist skills surpassed those of a warrior, and he needed to expand his own advantages.

At this time, the deacon on the side also started chatting with the boy with a smile on his face.

Time passed minute by minute, and the teacups on the table were changed twice.

There was a knock on the door.

"Master Zhu, please come in." Creak!

The courtyard gate was pushed open, revealing a figure with gray hair, an old and round face, and a strong body.

"Daozi, Deacon Wang has already told me that you are going to forge a magic weapon."

"I wonder what your requirements are for the magic weapon you create."

The old man spoke as soon as he stepped into the courtyard, obviously an impatient person.

Deacon Wang, who was sitting opposite Liang Hui, stood up with a smile and pointed at the old man and introduced him:
"Daozi, this is Master Zhu, who is absolutely the best in forging magic tools of my clan."

"After that, you can discuss the casting of the magic weapon with Master Zhu. I won't bother you anymore."

After he finished speaking, he tactfully left the courtyard.

When he came to the door, he suddenly said, "Master Zhu, whatever materials Daozi needs to make the magic weapon, you can mobilize them as long as the Foundry Pavilion has them."

"I see."

The old man stepped forward, came in front of Liang Hui, and sat in the position originally occupied by Deacon Wang.

"Michiko, you can state your request now."

"Senior Zhu, I need to create a fire-attributed magical weapon that can suppress, protect, and attack from a distance."

Then, with a wave of his hand, various materials appeared beside the two of them.

There are pierced jade bells, broken shields, and various fire-attributed strange stones and materials.

Master Zhu, who was sitting opposite the young man, also became interested after seeing so many materials.

He stood up, walked to the various materials and looked at them carefully.

He touched the jade bell, then the shield fragment, and then looked at the other materials.

After a while, he sat in front of the boy.

"There are a lot of materials, and they are quite rich. We can definitely make the magic weapon you need."

"However, due to the material, this magic weapon can only be used to the level of realization at most."

"That's enough. If you make the magic weapon too powerful, I won't be able to use it."

The young man nodded, agreeing with the old man's opinion.

"By the way, Daozi, do you have any requirements for the shape of the magic weapon?"

"If possible, make it into a clock."

"Clock? Sure."

The old man stood up again and collected the materials beside him with a wave of his hand.

"Michiko, now that we have finished our discussion, I will leave now."

"Four days later, come to the Foundry Pavilion to receive your magical weapon."

"I see."

At this moment, Liang Hui also stood up.

After finishing his instructions, the old man quickly opened the door and left.

Liang Hui was the only one left in the courtyard.

He picked up the tea on the table and drank it all.

He walked out of the Foundry Pavilion, but Liang Hui did not leave the mountain. He randomly found a house and lived in it.

He planned to know the progress of the magic weapon casting at the first time while familiarizing himself with his own strength.

The next few days.

In the morning, we practice the internal organs and train our boxing skills.

At noon, he absorbed and compressed the magic power, and at the same time, he continued to deepen the connection with his natal magic weapon.

In the evening, boxing practice and martial arts training are still carried out.

After all, for Liang Hui, it is right for a warrior to focus more energy on his breakthrough.

In the blink of an eye, five days passed.

In the Foundry Pavilion, Liang Hui, led by Deacon Wang, came to a foundry room.

Neither of them said a word, waiting quietly.

About half an hour later, the bronze door of the foundry room was opened.

As soon as it was opened, a rolling heat wave hit me in the face.

Liang Hui didn't care about these, but looked at a figure holding a clock.

There was a slight smile on his face, and it seemed that the casting of the magic weapon was going relatively smoothly.

(End of this chapter)