【Immortal Destiny】(Part 3, Chapter 136)

Chapter 136 Weapon Forging

Three more years passed in the scroll world, and Cen Zhu had now mastered the art of weapon forging.

Compared to his alchemy aptitude, it must be said that Cen Zhu's talent for weapon forging was quite remarkable. After all, Cen Zhu was an extremely patient

person and quite interested in weapon forging. The difference between Core Formation and Foundation Establishment was immense. This difference

stemmed not only from the amount of spiritual energy that the dantian could hold but also from the difference in equipment.

After Foundation Establishment, Cen Zhu relied on the magical artifacts given to him by his master in his battles. However, after forming the Golden Core,

those artifacts became useless. After all, when facing attacks from other Core Formation cultivators, without a good natal magic weapon to defend against them,

he was very likely to be at a disadvantage in the fight or even perish.

The difference in power between low-grade magical artifacts and magic treasures was completely different; they were incomparable.

Therefore , the first thing he did after entering Lingzhou was not to find a sect, but to enter the scroll world and forge magic treasures.

A natal magic weapon needs to be nourished and cultivated with the primordial spirit, making it inextricably linked to the cultivator. However

, crafting

a magic weapon is by no means easy. After all, while a cultivator can possess many magic weapons simultaneously, they only have one natal magic weapon. Therefore, before crafting a magic weapon, one must first improve their crafting skills.

Yang taught crafting methods in a gradual manner, first demonstrating the techniques, then patiently guiding the cultivator step by step through the most basic furnace refining,

fire control, keen spiritual perception, and spiritual energy sensing. Thus,

with one patiently teaching and the other diligently learning, Cen Zhu's crafting skills became quite advanced in just three years.

As Cen Zhu's cultivation level increased, the usable space in the scroll world also expanded. If the

usable , then a Core Formation cultivator could utilize hundreds of acres.

While Cen Zhu was learning crafting, she and Yang also tidied up a seemingly chaotic but

treasure-filled area in the scroll world.

Three years ago, after she blurted out that she wanted to learn weapon crafting to forge the unique natal magic treasures of Core Formation cultivators, Yang

led her to the bamboo forest northwest of the pavilion.

When she followed Yang to the obviously long-sealed wooden hut, she was startled by the chaotic environment inside. She

turned to look at Yang, thinking that this handsome, godlike man had surprisingly poor living habits!

Yang's handsome face flushed slightly, and he coughed softly, saying, "These are the ores and materials needed for weapon crafting, as well as

the bones of various demonic beasts. If my master wishes to learn weapon crafting, she must first learn how to identify and classify them."

Cen Zhu's knowledge had increased dramatically after she sorted through the materials by hand without relying on magic. After all, this pile of messy items could

be considered full of magic treasures. After spending a lot of effort classifying the materials in the wooden hut, her

identification skills had already reached the Grandmaster level.

After all, no place, whether in Tianji or Lingzhou, could match the variety of materials here. Although the world sealed

within the scroll had only existed for two thousand years, this magical artifact was a treasure of heaven and earth, perhaps even tens of thousands of years old. Therefore,

the materials within the scroll were incredibly diverse.

After Yang had categorized all the materials, he began to formally teach Cen Zhu the art of weapon forging,

meticulously instructing her from casting the blanks and furnace refining to final shaping.

Time passed quickly, and Cen Zhu and Yang's relationship grew increasingly harmonious. Cen Zhu held Yang in ever-growing respect and admiration,

while Yang greatly appreciated Cen Zhu's diligent efforts.

Initially, Cen Zhu felt sympathy and even pity for Yang,

but such a learned and powerful man remained humble and polite towards her. Although she often saw

burning desire in Yang's eyes, he kept his promise and never touched her body again.

She clearly felt the man's intense desire for her, clearly saw the raging flames in his eyes, yet he

suppressed it tightly, never making any forceful move.

Cen Zhu was conflicted. Were her feelings for Yang the same as her feelings for Meng Ji? If they were the same,

how could she explain her heart simultaneously yearning for two men? But Yang and Mengji were so alike; they always selflessly

gave everything for her. If she truly loved both of them, wouldn't she be a shameful, fickle woman?

What is love? Where should her heart go?

Cultivation begins with cultivating the mind, but can her mind be cultivated? Why does it become more chaotic the more she cultivates? And then there are Xuan Yuanche and

Chu Tianyun—how could she easily abandon these ties?

Originally, she retreated into the scroll world to find peace besides cultivation, but she never expected that instead of finding peace, she

would be tainted by worldly dust.

If she constantly wiped away the dust, would her heart remain untouched? It seems she can't untangle it; it's a tangled mess!

Yang walked to Cen Zhu's side, looking down at her fair yet sorrowful face, and said softly, "My lord

, do not worry. I never intended to imprison your heart. All my waiting was voluntary. My lord need not

concern yourself ." Three years of companionship, day and night, had already made up for his thousand years of loneliness. His heart was in turmoil because of her, and

he was gradually losing the ability to predict her future.

But the heart is never controlled by oneself, never truly one's own. He had forgotten when his clarity faded, forgotten

when she quietly etched herself into his heart.

He, a being neither human nor demon nor god nor monster, only realized—after meeting her—that he too had a heart.

The feeling of having someone to belong to was so fulfilling and beautiful. Although he was now beginning to fear the pain of separation

, he was willing, wholeheartedly willing.

What kind of emotion was that? When she lay beneath him, moaning and pleading for him to play with her tongue, when she

focused intently while forging weapons, when she looked at him with tender pity—what kind of emotion was that that made him

willing let go, willing to be alone rather than let her be tainted by any sorrow?

So that was love.

Cen Zhu raised her head, her gaze meeting Yang's deep, sincere eyes. How could those handsome eyes overflow with such

rich emotion, making him utter such moving words?

She shouldn't have been so caught up in her own feelings, ignoring all of Yang's sacrifices for her.

For the first time, she took the initiative to embrace him.

Her soft face pressed against his chest, feeling his warm and generous embrace.

She didn't know what to say, nor what she could give. Words were too pale and powerless at this moment;

she could only open her arms and embrace his lonely heart as well.

Yang was startled for a moment, then his large hands tightly embraced Cen Zhu, his expression softening, a bright

smile on his face.

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