Eternal Sacred King Chapter 116 to 120

 Chapter 116: What Is He Refining?

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Despite the ridicules of the crowd, Su Zimo remained expressionless. As if he had not heard anything, he walked straight to the Weapon Refinement Hall.

As he had spent three months on Array Peak and placed much effort into learning about sword formations, Su Zimo’s cultivation had not reached his expected Level 9 Qi Condensation.

But of course, there were still a couple more days before his final battle with Feng Haoyu.

If Su Zimo were to seize the chance to cultivate during the few days, he would have a chance to reach Level 9 Qi Condensation.

“Bro, good luck!”

Little fatty’s voice rang out from the crowd as he thumped his fist towards Su Zimo.

Smiling, Su Zimo nodded his head and entered the Weapon Refinement Hall.

Within the hall, Xue Yi and the others nodded their heads to greet Su Zimo.

“Junior Brother Su, don’t let those nasty remarks distract you. Calm yourself and you’ll definitely win!” Xue Yi whispered when Su Zimo walked by him.

“Yes. You too, Senior Brother Xue.”

Su Zimo replied with a smile.

“Don’t worry. I’ve managed to cultivate a Level 2 Spirit Fire by now. I might not lose to Feng Haoyu too,” Xue Yi’s eyes flashed with confidence.

It was not easy for someone in their Qi Condensation realm to cultivate a Level 2 Spirit Fire as well.

This time round, Su Zimo did not stand at the back of the hall. Instead, he walked right to the front and stood in the same row as Feng Haoyu.

A tense aura gradually spread through the hall.

“Junior Brother Su, I haven’t seen you for half a year. Even though your cultivation hasn’t increased much, you seem to have gotten much more daring,” Feng Haoyu glanced at Su Zimo and remarked blandly.

“I’ve always been daring,” Su Zimo’s tone was indifferent as he did not even look over.

Feng Haoyu continued, “If you beg for mercy and admit defeat now, I’ll give you some face after the Spirit Peak face-off and let you suffer a less shameful defeat.”

“Is that so?”

Su Zimo smiled calmly.

Of course, Feng Haoyu did not simply want to bicker with Su Zimo. His main goal was to disrupt Su Zimo’s mind.

Be it weapon or elixir refinement, any bit of distraction could result in a failure.

Unfortunately, Feng Haoyu did not manage his goal. His two punches seemed as though they were hitting cotton and harmless.

“By the way, I forgot to tell you something.”

Feng Haoyu’s lips curled as he extended his palm. With a swoosh, a flame rose in it.

Dark red color... it was a Level 2 Spirit Fire!

Immediately after, Feng Haoyu’s palm stirred as a spirit wind was injected into the Level 2 Spirit Fire.

Swoosh!

The flames grew in size and the color intensified, transforming into scarlet in the blink of an eye.

Level 3 Spirit Fire!

Immediately, Feng Haoyu’s voice rang out. “I’ve also managed to cultivate a Level 3 Spirit Fire. In front of me, your greatest support is nothing at all.”

It was clear that Feng Haoyu was trying to apply more pressure to Su Zimo!

The more pressure Su Zimo was under, the more nervous he would be and the easier he would commit mistakes!

A roar of surprise overtook the crowd outside when they saw the Level 3 Spirit Fire in Feng Haoyu’s palms.

“At first, I thought that this first match might be very intense. Now, it seems as though Su Zimo does not have much of a chance at winning.”

“That’s right. With the same level of spirit fire, how can Su Zimo’s weapon refinement techniques match against Senior Brother Feng?”

Xue Yi’s eyes darkened.

He had given it his all to cultivate a Level 2 Spirit Fire. He had thought that he could compete with Feng Haoyu, but he was still a little too weak.

The other disciples participating in the face-off looked grim and nervous.

Within the hall, Su Zimo was the only one who was calm as ever. He only glanced at it briefly before turning back.

All five peak masters could not help but praise internally when they saw what happened.

No matter what, Su Zimo’s calm and composed attitude was enough to stand above the entire crowd.

The disheveled old man stood up and gestured for silence with both hands as the crowd gradually quietened down.

“All disciples participating in the Weapon Peak face-off can come forth and select spirit materials. It is up to you what sort of weapon you want to create. Once the refinement is over, the victor will be judged after the weapons are submitted.”

Once the disheveled old man said that, the disciples in the hall went forth and chose the spirit components they wanted.

There were more than 10 types of spirit components displayed with the majority comprising of pure gold ores, the main material required for refining flying swords. There were comparatively less of other spirit components.

The first step of weapon refinement, material selection, required some know-hows as well.

If one were to refine a flying sword, other than pure gold ore, they merely needed two or three other supplementary spirit components.

If they were to add in too many, there would be too much impurities which would result in a difficult refinement with a longer time required.

During each Weapon Peak face-off, there were no disciples who could refine an inferior-grade spirit weapon.

Everyone refined pseudo spirit weapons. Because of that, they were judged based on quality and the time taken to complete.

Before long, many disciples were done with material selection.

Su Zimo was the only one still hovering around the spirit components thinking about something.

Now that he already had six flying swords, it would seem excessive to refine another one.

After much thought, he took a little of the different spirit components and headed back.

That action of his attracted the ridicule of many.

The more types of spirit components there were, the heavier the weapon created. If he was refining a flying sword, it would lose its advantage of being agile and it wouldn’t be worth it.”

“Is that Su Zimo stupid or what? Don’t tell me he’s trying to refine a huge hammer, right? Haha!”

“From the looks of it, it’s possible.”

“Don’t laugh. Who knows, he might be trying to refine a gigantic flying sword that would scare the hell out of you!”

There was a commotion outside the hall.

Even the disheveled old man frowned confusedly at what Su Zimo was doing.

The disciples headed back to their respective positions and took out their Weapon Tripods – they were all prepared.

With a wave of his hand, the disheveled old man said darkly, “Let the Weapon Peak face-off commence!”

The moment he said that, the hall was filled with flames.

Balls of spirit fire danced in the palms of many disciples, illuminating the hall in red. The crowd outside had quietened down too.

Among them, Feng Haoyu and Su Zimo’s Level 3 Spirit Fires were the most eye-catching.

Right after them was Xue Yi’s Level 2 Spirit Fire.

Second step of weapon refinement, tripod warming.

Almost at the same time, Feng Haoyu and Su Zimo were the first to be done with the tripod warming and insert their spirit components.

Both of their movements were extremely fluid – it was clear they had put in a lot of effort.

The five peak masters nodded approvingly.

The scarlet flames burned under their Weapon Tripods as the temperature within rose. Before long, the spirit components showed signs of melting.

Because Su Zimo had a wider mix of spirit components, his speed of smelting was evidently slower.

Even with a Level 3 Spirit Fire, Su Zimo had already fallen behind most of the disciples for this step.

After an hour, the liquid within Feng Haoyu’s tripod no longer reduced and he was done with the first smelting.

Within Su Zimo’s Weapon Tripod, the spirit components had only just started to melt. Burning scarlet red, they bubbled and impurities continued to be purged away.

Right then, Feng Haoyu’s advantage was obvious as he was far ahead of Su Zimo.

However, Su Zimo was in no rush. Unhurriedly, he looked at the spirit components within his tripod and constantly increased the temperature of his flames to purge as much impurities as possible.

By the time Feng Haoyu was done with forging and had started on tempering, Su Zimo was only just done with smelting – he was a full two steps behind!

The amount of spirit component liquid left in Su Zimo’s Weapon Tripod was significant. It was more than enough to refine a couple of flying swords, much less one.

Just what sort of a spirit weapon was he refining?

That question crossed everyone’s mind.

Chapter 117: Scared Away...

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

What Su Zimo wanted to refine was a gigantic axe.

During this period of time, little fatty had helped him a lot.

The last time the both of them fought, Su Zimo unintentionally dug five holes into little fatty’s gigantic axe.

This gigantic axe was made for little fatty.

Another hour passed. The other cultivators had begun forging but Su Zimo was only just done with smelting. Assuming a lotus position, he recovered spirit qi while waiting for the Weapon Tripod to cool down.

A few disciples were already eliminated by this step.

Those disciples did not manage to control the temperature and failed to be able to forge, wasting all their previous efforts.

Another 15 minutes passed. Suddenly, Su Zimo stood up and created a pair of hands using spirit qi. Reaching into the Weapon Tripod, he began to forge.

On the other side, tinkling sounds could be heard.

Feng Haoyu was already at tempering.

Each time his wind hammer landed, it would remove some impurities from the flying sword, solidifying it further.

Every single strike of the wind hammer on the scarlet flying sword would send sparks flying. Landing on the bottom of the tripod, those sparks were actually the impurities of the flying sword.

At Su Zimo’s side, he was done with forging.

“What’s that? A gigantic axe?”

“Furthermore, that axe is way too stupid. Controlling it would just waste spirit qi. Who would use it?”

“That’s right. That axe has already lost the nimbleness and agility that a spirit weapon should have. On the contrary, it’s more like a weapon a boorish punk would use without any form of advantages.”

Outside the hall, many disciples were already making a conclusion towards Su Zimo’s axe.

Little fatty was the only one whose heart skipped a beat. Blinking his eyes, a possibility came to mind.

Su Zimo’s expression was calm as always. After forging, he ignited his Level 3 Spirit Fire once more and started heating up the gigantic axe.

It didn’t take long before the gigantic axe was heated to a red crystalline state

Just as Su Zimo was about to begin tempering, Feng Haoyu was already done with that step.

At that moment, Feng Haoyu hesitated.

The next step was the all important spirit gathering.

Right now, Feng Haoyu’s advantage was obvious. Be it in terms of the spirit weapon’s shape or refinement speed, he was superior against Su Zimo.

However, if he failed the spirit gathering and his flying sword exploded, he would be eliminated on the spot.

Immense boldness was required for one to attempt spirit gathering.

In the past few months, Feng Haoyu had truly succeeded in spirit gathering once. However, he did not dare to gamble on such a crucial moment.

After hesitating for a long time, Feng Haoyu decided to give up on spirit gathering and dipped his flying sword into cold water.

With a clang, green smoke billowed as the flying sword was formed!

Feng Haoyu was now the first to refine a spirit weapon in the Weapon Peak face-off. He placed the flying sword at the front desk and returned to his position, looking at Su Zimo calmly.

“Senior Brother Feng won!”

“That’s right. Unless Su Zimo succeeds in spirit gathering, he won’t have a chance of winning.”

“Succeed in spirit gathering? Fufu, can that even happen? Don’t forget, he just joined the sect for less than a year. In such an intense situation, even an Advanced Weapon Refinement Master would have a much lower success rate of spirit gathering.”

Many of the Spirit Peak disciples spectating outside heaved a sigh of relief.

The second person to complete his weapon tempering was Xue Yi of Weapon Peak.

With a Level 2 Spirit Fire in his possession, Xue Yi’s weapon tempering speed was superior compared to others too.

The next step was spirit gathering.

Unlike Feng Haoyu, Xue Yi did not give up and chose to attempt spirit gathering!

When the disheveled old man saw that, he nodded to himself.

To be fair, Feng Haoyu was indeed quite talented in weapon refinement, even more so than Xue Yi. However, he lacked the boldness.

If Feng Haoyu had chosen to attempt spirit gathering, the disheveled old man would have thought better of him.

Even disciples who did not have knowledge of weapon refinement, they knew how difficult it was to attempt spirit gathering.

Therefore, Xue Yi’s choice attracted quite a bit of attention.

With a solemn expression, Xue Yi controlled the spirit qi within the Weapon Tripod warily and channeled it towards the flying sword.

Crack!

A crisp sound rang out from within the tripod, reverberating through the hall loud and clear.

It was broken!

Xue Yi realized that something was wrong.

The disciples watching shook their heads.

That was the sound of cracks forming on the sword.

True enough.

The next moment, yet another crack sounded out.

A boom echoed out from Xue Yi’s Weapon Tripod as his flying sword exploded. Shrapnels shot against the inner walls of the tripod, producing tinkling sounds.

The spirit gathering had failed.

Xue Yi chuckled bitterly before putting away his Weapon Tripod. He bowed to the five peak masters and left the Weapon Refinement Hall.

The explosion of the flying sword meant that he was eliminated.

Following that, other disciples were finishing up with their weapon refinements. Apart from Xue Yi, no one else attempted spirit gathering.

Right then, Su Zimo heaved out an air of relief as he was done with his tempering.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

Everyone fixed their gaze on Su Zimo.

Some of the Weapon Peak disciples had looks of anticipation.

Su Zimo was now Weapon Peak’s final hope.

If he failed, that would mean that the number one of Weapon Peak would be taken away by disciples of other peaks!

Even though they were all of the same sect, it wasn’t an honor for disciples of Weapon Peak.

Su Zimo paused for a moment and suddenly, he did something that shocked everyone – he removed his Weapon Tripod!

“W-What is he doing?”

“Is he giving up on spirit gathering?”

“I’m not sure.”

If Su Zimo wanted to give up on spirit gathering, all he had to do was take the gigantic axe out of the Weapon Tripod and dip it in cold water.

There was no need to remove the Weapon Tripod.

Right after, in front of everyone, Su Zimo started channeling the surrounding spirit qi towards the gigantic axe with a solemn expression.

Spirit gathering!

He had chosen to attempt spirit gathering!

However, this was quite a bizarre scene before them.

All through history, there had never been a Weapon Refinement Master who would remove their Weapon Tripod while conducting spirit gathering.

That was completely pointless and way too dangerous for the Weapon Refinement Master.

If the spirit gathering failed and the spirit weapon exploded, the first person to suffer would be the Weapon Refinement Master himself.

“Hmm?”

When the disheveled old man saw that, his heart skipped a beat as he stood up instinctively, wanting to stop Su Zimo.

However, Su Zimo had already begun.

If the disheveled old man said something to distract Su Zimo, the spirit gathering may end up failing.

Frowning, the disheveled old man hesitated for a long time before sitting down. He was extremely tense and was prepared to save Su Zimo immediately.

Feng Haoyu who was initially standing beside Su Zimo was shocked by the latter’s action and dodged aside right away.

Right then, Su Zimo turned his head while spirit gathering and gave a fake smile. “Why are you running? You’re afraid?”

That statement caused an uproar outside the hall!

When it came to spirit gathering, one would usually have to focus intently to prevent mistakes. No one would behave like Su Zimo – not only did he remove his Weapon Tripod, he was even chatting with others!

Wasn’t that just courting death?

However, no one knew that Su Zimo’s spirit gathering method was based on his spirit perception.

Even if he was distracted, his spirit perception would warn him immediately about any signs of incoming failure. Su Zimo would then naturally stop.

“Lunatic!”

Feng Haoyu scolded coldly before retreating a couple of steps more.

There were initially some other disciples beside Su Zimo. Some of them had just finished refining their weapons. However, they did not even bother to submit their flying swords before they dodged him like the plague.

Some disciples were still tempering their spirit weapons. When they saw what happened, they ran off without caring about their weapons in the tripod, hating their parents for not giving them an extra pair of legs.

It was chaos within the Weapon Refinement Hall.

In the blink of an eye, other than the five peak masters, there was no one else left around Su Zimo!

Chapter 118: Number One of Weapon Peak

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

This was the first time a scene this chaotic had happened during a Weapon Peak face-off.

But of course, it was also because there hasn’t been someone like Su Zimo in history.

In the eyes of everyone, he was a lunatic who did not care for his life.

“Hmph! I think he’s creating a scene on purpose because he knows that he’s going to lose.”

“In my opinion, Su Zimo has some ulterior motives. The way he behaved earlier seemed as though he was trying to hurt Senior Brother Feng. Maybe if that happens, the both of them won’t have to fight anymore.”

The crowd outside the hall was rife with guesses.

“Su Zimo, are you going to attempt spirit gathering or are you giving up? Why are you doing something so strange?” Spirit Peak’s master, Wen Xuan, asked harshly with furrowed brows.

Su Zimo laughed. “Of course I’m attempting spirit gathering.”

“Why are you removing your Weapon Tripod for spirit gathering?” Wen Xuan asked again.

“Why not?”

Su Zimo reversed the question, rendering Wen Xuan speechless.

Indeed, there was no such rule that stated that spirit gathering had to be conducted within a Weapon Tripod. Su Zimo’s actions were merely so strange that no one could comprehend.

Right then, Su Zimo turned to look at Feng Haoyu while spirit gathering, chuckling and asking, “Feng Haoyu, did you think that you were going to win?”

“Humph!”

Feng Haoyu harrumphed coldly, “I don’t believe you can succeed in spirit gathering!”

“Very well. I’ll show you.”

In truth, during that short conversation, Su Zimo had already attempted multiple spirit gatherings. However, he stopped in time after sensing danger.

This time round, a faint imprint of a spirit pattern appeared on the axe without any warning alerts.

Su Zimo was elated.

Success!

“Buzz!”

With a tremble, the axe glowed brightly, emitting a bedazzling light.

A spirit pattern!

The discussions outside the hall gradually died down.

Many disciples watched dumbfounded with agape mouths, their eyeballs nearly dropping out of their sockets.

He had managed to succeed in spirit gathering?

Didn’t they say that spirit gathering was difficult?

How was it that Su Zimo had managed to create a spirit pattern even while chatting idly?

Not to mention the many disciples outside the hall, even the five peak masters were stunned and filled with questions.

Was it luck?

Coincidence?

What had just happened?

At the end of the day, the other four peak masters did not have a deep understanding of weapon refinement. All of them looked at the disheveled old man questioningly.

Pondering for a long time, the disheveled old man could not come up with an answer and shook his head as well.

With Su Zimo’s success in spirit gathering, there was no doubt about his status as the number one for this face-off.

Feng Haoyu’s face turned ugly instantly.

Even if he was faster in refining his weapon, it was a pseudo spirit weapon without any grades.

“He won!”

“Haha! Our peak won!”

“Well done, Junior Brother Su!”

After a momentary silence, a series of cheers broke out from the crowd.

Those Spirit Peak disciples who had initially thought highly of Feng Haoyu lowered their heads in defeat.

Even at this moment, they were still confused as to how Su Zimo had managed to succeed in spirit gathering.

Furthermore, he looked as though he was extremely relaxed?

Others may learn about weapon refinement for many years without being able to refine an inferior-grade spirit weapon. Yet, this lad was able to create one even while chatting?

Feng Haoyu composed himself swiftly. Sneering coldly, he turned to leave.

“Very well, very well. You win this round. We’ll compete again on Elixir Peak’s face-off!”

Even though his voice could be heard, he had already disappeared into the crowd.

With a loud clang, Su Zimo dipped the gigantic axe into cold water. Instantly, an inferior-grade gigantic axe was formed. Shining with a cold aura, it looked formidable as though it could cleave an entire mountain!

“Hmph! So what if it’s an inferior-grade spirit weapon? Which Qi Refinement Warrior would use such a stupid axe? What a joke!”

A Spirit Peak disciple remarked sourly.

“That’s not a nice thing to say. That’s the type of weapon I like!”

Little fatty was displeased on the spot.

That Spirit Weapon disciple sneered coldly, “What’s the use of liking it? It’s not even your spirit weapon!”

Right then, Su Zimo beckoned to little fatty and declared, “Fatty, this weapon is made for you. Here, take it.”

“Err... ”

The Spirit Peak disciple who spoke had a livid expression was he disappeared into the crowd dejectedly.

Little fatty stumbled over to Su Zimo excitedly. Rubbing his chubby palms together, he wanted to laugh but he was embarrassed.

“Bro, f-for real? It’s for me?”

Till now, little fatty did not have a single inferior-grade spirit weapon with him.

He had not thought that Su Zimo would make one for him personally.

Furthermore, this gigantic axe was absolutely suited for him, as though it was a custom-made piece.

With this inferior-grade spirit weapon, little fatty would definitely be able to obtain a good ranking on the Spirit Peak face-off.

“Yes. Do accept it.”

Su Zimo nodded his head and passed the gigantic axe to little fatty.

When little fatty took it over, he could not bear to let it go and remarked intoxicatedly, “I’m going to hug it to sleep tonight!”

With that, little fatty pecked a wet kiss on the gigantic axe.

The five peak masters smiled as they saw that.

The brown haired youth said in a low voice, “That’s quite a favor.”

“It’s just a pity. If Su Zimo could make use of the opportunity to create an inferior-grade flying sword for himself, he might improve his chances of winning against Feng Haoyu,” Xuan Yi remarked.

Wen Xuan shook his head. “The difference in strength between him and Feng Haoyu is too great. It’s not something a couple of inferior-grade spirit weapons can make up for.”

The disheveled old man waved it off. “No matter. Su Zimo can select an inferior-grade spirit weapon of his desire from the Spirit Weapon Chamber for getting number one of Weapon Peak.”

Rising, the disheveled old man declared, “The outcome of this Weapon Peak face-off is obvious. The victor is Su Zimo, disciple of Weapon Peak!”

Many Weapon Peak disciples cheered loudly.

The disheveled old man continued, “Su Zimo, come up and explain to us the meaning of why you removed your Weapon Tripod earlier.”

“Uh...” Su Zimo looked apprehensive.

“Don’t worry. There is no difference between those who are ahead or behind. Anyone who accomplishes the feat is a master. Share your insights so that all of us can learn from it,” The disheveled old man encouraged him.

Su Zimo walked to the disheveled old man and whispered, “Master, my method isn’t really suitable for everyone.”

To be fair, Su Zimo was the only one who could attempt that method of spirit gathering – no one else could imitate it.

“No matter, just mention a couple of things casually,” The disheveled old man persuaded again.

Left with no choice, Su Zimo headed up the front. Facing the many disciples of the five peaks, he coughed gently.

Outside the hall, multiple disciples listened intently.

“Erm... it’s actually a personal habit to remove the Weapon Tripod. I just feel like it’ll help boost my chances of success in spirit gathering,” Su Zimo braced himself and commented ambiguously.

What he did not know was that his casual comment had stuck to the minds of many disciples!

Removing the Weapon Tripod could improve the success rate of spirit gathering!

Seeing the sparkle in the eyes of many disciples, Su Zimo continued hurriedly, “Removing the Weapon Tripod is a dangerous act. It’s best if everyone does not try it.”

Even though he had said it out of goodwill, many disciples misunderstood that Su Zimo had only said it because he did not want them to learn his spirit gathering method.

Hence, for a period of time after this, disciples of the sect began to experience continuous accidents while refining weapons. Failing in spirit gathering, they were left half-dead by the fragments of the exploding spirit weapons...

Chapter 119: Connate Spirit Weapon

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

After the Weapon Peak face-off ended, many disciples dispersed gradually.

The disheveled old man stopped Su Zimo. Coming before the Spirit Weapon Chamber, he laughed and said, “The prize for the number one of Weapon Peak is to be able to get a spirit weapon of his choosing in the Spirit Weapon Chamber. Go on in.”

Su Zimo’s achievement of attaining the number one of Weapon Peak was an honor for the disheveled old man as well. The way he looked at Su Zimo was filled with pride.

The Spirit Weapon Chamber in Weapon Peak was filled with pseudo and inferior-grade spirit weapons. As for middle-grade spirit weapons, only inner sect disciples of Foundation Establishment realm were qualified to obtain them on Ethereal Peak.

Actually, given Su Zimo’s current ability in weapon refinement, inferior-grade spirit weapons were no longer attractive to him.

However, since it was the sect’s Spirit Weapon Chamber after all, he decided to go take a look inside.

“There are various types of spirit weapons in the Spirit Weapon Chamber. Do you have anything in mind?” The disheveled old man asked.

Su Zimo shook his head and questioned, “Do you have any suggestions, master?”

“Indeed, I do have one.”

The disheveled old man pondered for a moment before saying, “You have a fight left with Feng Haoyu after the five peaks face-off. To be fair, you don’t stand much of a chance winning.”

That was obviously an euphemistic statement.

All five peak masters felt that Su Zimo had zero chance of winning!

The disheveled old man continued, “Therefore, I suggest you choose an inferior-grade defensive spirit weapon. That way, you won’t be injured badly even if you lose.”

In general, spirit weapons were divided into three types. For offensive spirit weapons, the most common were flying swords. There were also defensive spirit weapons such as shields, armor and heart protecting mirrors. Lastly, there were support spirit weapons that came in all shapes, sizes and uses.

For offensive spirit weapons, the more spirit patterns and the higher grade they were, the more killing power they possessed.

Vice versa, the higher the grade of defensive spirit weapons, the more damage they can prevent.

Su Zimo did not comment. Nodding his head, he entered the Spirit Weapon Chamber.

Rows of spirit weapons were displayed within the Spirit Weapon Chamber with flying swords taking up the majority; there were less defensive and support spirit weapons.

Su Zimo looked through the entire place and did not find anything of particular use to him.

For defensive spirit weapons, he could refine them at any moment and he did not have to choose from one here.

As for the other spirit weapons, they were of little value to his current state.

Right as Su Zimo was about to randomly pick a spirit weapon and leave, he caught sight of a golden light shining for a brief moment at the corner of his eyes.

“Hmm?”

Stopping in his tracks, he turned to look.

After checking through the place, he did not find the source of the golden light. He thought that he was seeing things.

Standing motionlessly on the spot and pausing for a moment, the golden light shone once more!

This time round, Su Zimo saw it clearly.

The source of the golden light was from the ground in a corner of the defensive spirit weapon section.

“Why is the ground reflecting golden light?”

Feeling that something was amiss, he walked closer to take a better look.

The ground seemed to be covered by a golden silk cloth that was filled with dust. It seemed as though it was left there for a long time without anyone bothering about it.

The golden light was reflected from this beneath the thick dust covering it.

In the Spirit Weapon Chamber, be it pseudo or inferior-grade spirit weapons, everything was placed on their respective shelves.

What was the reason for the golden silk cloth to be thrown on the ground?

Su Zimo used his sleeves to brush away the dust, looking at it intently.

The golden silk cloth looked to be a defensive type of inner armor. Weaved with golden thread, it was only a thin layer. With an additional layer of dust covering it on the ground, it was difficult to notice it even when people walked by.

It ‘looked’ to be a pseudo spirit weapon.

The reason why it ‘looked’ to be was because there was a single spirit pattern on the armor. However, it was broken into several portions and even injecting spirit qi to it was not enough for it to unleash its strength as a spirit weapon.

However, there was a strange thing. If spirit weapons were to receive a devastating blow, the spirit patterns would dissipate rather than break into several portions. In fact, most spirit weapons would end up breaking as well.

Yet, the armor before him was not only perfect, its spirit pattern had not dissipated as well!

That was quite contradictory.

Su Zimo pondered for a moment and decided to take this pseudo spirit weapon as his reward.

Extending his palm, he grabbed the golden inner armor on the ground casually. Just as he was about to turn and leave, his expression changed.

“Hmm?”

“I can’t lift it?”

The golden silk armor was still lying motionlessly on the ground.

Even though Su Zimo did not activate his Power of Blood, that single grab of his had at least a ton worth of strength!

“How is this thing so heavy?”

Su Zimo was surprised. Using both arms, he grabbed it.

However, the golden inner armor was merely slightly lifted with most of it still on the ground.

Finally, Su Zimo understood why the golden inner armor was left casually on the ground.

If it was placed on the stone racks, they would crumble instantly!

Su Zimo’s heart stirred. He took off his storage bag and channeled his blood. Instantly, his eyes shone bright red and his veins popped up. As a shocking power burst forth from his body, he yanked the golden inner armor and stuffed it into his storage bag.

No matter how heavy something was, it would be light as air inside the storage bag.

Slowly, Su Zimo composed his blood and after his demon form disappeared, he walked out of the Spirit Weapon Chamber.

“Have you chosen?” The disheveled old man was waiting outside as he asked upon Su Zimo’s exit.

Nodding his head, Su Zimo hesitated for a moment before saying, “I saw a strange golden inner armor inside. I’ve got no idea where it came from but I brought it out.”

“Golden inner armor?”

The disheveled old man frowned and thought for a while. Suddenly, his expression changed as he exclaimed, “Mystic Gold Silk Armor!”

“Mystic Gold Silk Armor? So, that’s the name of that pseudo spirit weapon,” Su Zimo murmured softly.

“Pseudo spirit weapon?”

The disheveled old man’s gaze turned odd.

“Isn’t it a pseudo spirit weapon? I saw a spirit pattern on it, but it was broken into several segments and it cant be used. Isn’t that considered as just a pseudo spirit weapon?” Su Zimo asked.

The disheveled old man looked emotional as he asked, “Su Zimo, do you know how many different grades there are for spirit weapons?”

“Four. Inferior, middle, superior and supreme,” Su Zimo replied.

Pausing for a moment, Su Zimo recalled a speculation he had previously and continued, “If four spirit patterns create a supreme-grade, perhaps there’s a perfect-grade with five spirit patterns.”

The disheveled old man gave a look of approval and nodded. “Not bad. Indeed, there are perfect spirit weapons above supreme-grades.”

Right after, the disheveled old man asked again, “But, do you know what’s above perfect-grade?”

“There’s more after perfect-grades?” Su Zimo was surprised.

With a deep voice, the disheveled old man said, “Connate comes after perfect. Connate spirit weapons!”

“What are connate spirit weapons?”

“They are created by the universe and formed after absorbing an endless amount of spirit qi. Perfect spirit weapons have five spirit patterns but connate spirit weapons have six! The sixth is known as the connate pattern!”

Chapter 120: A Terrifying Powerful Being a Thousand Years Ago

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“Connate pattern?” Su Zimo frowned in deep thoughts.

The disheveled old man continued, “The broken segments on the Mystic Gold Silk Armor are the connate patterns. Since it’s connate, postnatal Weapon Refinement Masters are not able to create it, no matter how powerful they are.”

Su Zimo gradually returned to his senses. Shocked, he could not help but ask, “Master, what you mean to say is that the Mystic Gold Silk Armor is a connate spirit weapon?”

“It was.”

The disheveled old man drowned in reminiscence as he related slowly, “It was said that a thousand years ago, the Mystic Gold Silk Armor was one of the strongest defensive spirit weapons and was well known through the cultivation world. However, it was met with catastrophic damage and its five postnatal spirit patterns were destroyed, leaving only the connate pattern that was broken into several segments.”

“Since a connate spirit weapon is so strong, what destroyed it?” Su Zimo could not help but ask.

“There are many things that can.”

The disheveled old man laughed. “A connate spirit weapon is just a spirit weapon at the end of the day. Above spirit weapons are dharma weapons. For Golden Cores, spirit weapons are the best type of equipment. However, once you reach Nascent Soul realm, you will naturally be able to create dharma weapons and will no longer use spirit weapons.”

A strong dharma weapon is able to obliterate a connate spirit weapon! Those are items on completely different levels!”

Su Zimo roughly understood.

No matter how sharp weapons in the mortal world were, they were easily destroyed by spirit weapons of cultivators as well.

“So, why is this Mystic Gold Silk Armor in Weapon Peak’s Spirit Weapon Chamber?”

Su Zimo felt that since it was a connate spirit weapon, it should be stronger than other spirit weapons even if it was destroyed.

The disheveled old man shook his head. “The Mystic Gold Silk Armor only has a broken connate pattern and is equivalent to a pseudo spirit weapon. Even though it can block against sharp weapons, it’s unable to defend against spirit techniques without a spirit pattern.”

In other words, even though a cultivator’s sword would not be able to piece the Mystic Gold Silk Armor, the energy possessed by the flying sword would still penetrate through it and destroy the body beneath!

If the other party was a Foundation Establishment Cultivator and attacked with spirit techniques, the Mystic Gold Silk Armor would be of no use at all.

The disheveled old man continued, “Furthermore, even though the Mystic Gold Silk Armor is destroyed, it still retains its old weight of 5 tons! Which cultivator would be able to endure that? That is the reason why no one has touched it for the past thousand years. It’s almost a useless spirit weapon.”

“5 tons. Even back then, there were not many Golden Cores who had the ability and qualifications to wear it.”

As though the disheveled old man recalled something, his expression looked somewhat wistful.

Su Zimo naturally knew of how heavy the Mystic Gold Silk Armor was. If he hadn’t activated his Power of Blood, he would not have been able to lift that seemingly thin inner armor!

Suddenly, a thought struck him as he asked, “Since this Mystic Gold Silk Armor is here, does that mean that someone from our sect once wore it?”

The disheveled old man remained silent.

“Who is that person? Is he still in the sect?” Su Zimo asked out of curiosity.

The disheveled old man’s eyes fluttered. After a long time, he sighed and shook his head. “He is no longer in our sect and neither have I seen him before. I’ve merely heard rumors about it. It was said that he was a powerful being of our sect a thousand years ago. In the northern region of Tianhuang Mainland, he was invincible amongst the Foundation Establishment and Golden Cores! There was no one who could challenge him!”

Su Zimo was shocked.

Someone who was invincible through an entire realm? How terrifying was that?

“What happened after?” Su Zimo asked right away.

“I’m not sure. However, rumors about him disappeared thereafter.”

“Did he die?”

Su Zimo frowned and thought to himself, ‘No, someone that strong isn’t going to die that easily. But why is that person no longer in the sect and it seems as though the disheveled old man is unwilling to talk about him? Did he commit some sort of violation?’

After a momentary silence, the disheveled old man continued, “Ever since our sect set up the Eight Distresses Formation, there have only been two people to go through it entirely. One is you, and the other is him.”

Su Zimo’s mouth opened slightly.

The disheveled old man waved it off, seeming vexed. “Return the Mystic Gold Silk Armor and choose another item. You can’t use that anyways.”

Given Su Zimo’s current situation, the Mystic Gold Silk Armor was not suitable for him.

However, for some reason, Su Zimo felt that he might be able to make use of it in the future.

After a moment of hesitation, Su Zimo said in a deep voice, “Thank you, master, but I’m still decided on the Mystic Gold Silk Armor.”

Frowning, the disheveled old man did not say anything more and merely sighed. “It’s up to you. However, do be careful during the fight against Feng Haoyu. If you think that you can’t win him, just admit defeat and don’t be reckless.”

Su Zimo could tell of the disheveled old man’s concern and replied with a smile.

“By the way, master, I’ve got a question regarding weapon refinement.”

Su Zimo changed the topic and asked, “To be honest, master, I’ve already successfully refined inferior-grade spirit weapons before the face-off. However, for some unknown reason, I just couldn’t gather the second spirit pattern no matter what. Do you have any idea why?”

“Haha!”

The disheveled old man could not help but laugh. “Lad, you sure hid yourself well. So, you’ve already refined an inferior-grade spirit weapon. Not bad, not bad.”

Automatically, the disheveled old man thought that Su Zimo had merely refined a single inferior-grade spirit weapon.

After laughing, he said, “Actually, the most difficult step of weapon refinement is spirit gathering. However, the most crucial step is in fact tempering. That is a step that requires a lot of technique. In the cultivation world, sects that specialize in weapon refinement all have their unique tempering techniques.”

“There are many impurities in spirit components and making use of spirit fire alone is not enough to purge them all. Some of the remnant impurities can only be purged through advanced tempering techniques.”

“If your tempering skill is weak and there are too many impurities, the forged spirit weapon would not be able to endure the immensity of a forcefully gathered second spirit pattern. That is why the spirit gathering will fail and the spirit weapon will explode.”

Suddenly, Su Zimo was enlightened.

The reason why he couldn’t gather his second spirit pattern wasn’t because of his spirit gathering method or the quality of his spirit components – it was because his tempering skill was not good enough.

The disheveled old man said, “Right now, our sect doesn’t have any really good tempering techniques. But, don’t worry about that. Leave it to me.”

“Yes.”

Su Zimo could clearly sense the disheveled old man’s care and love for him – that couldn’t be faked.

After a deep bow, Su Zimo left on his flying sword.

The disheveled old man frowned as he looked at Su Zimo’s back view.

Actually, he had already been looking for advanced tempering techniques outside from the moment Su Zimo cultivated his Level 3 Spirit Fire because he wanted to help the latter raise his weapon refinement skills.

However, most of the tempering techniques were secrets of the sects and it was difficult for outsiders to obtain them.

“Sigh, the pearl is covered in dust. It’s a pity,” The disheveled old man sighed silently. He pondered about how he should go about looking for a suitable tempering technique for Su Zimo after the five peaks face-off was over.

All of a sudden!

The disheveled old man’s expression changed as he recalled an almost neglected detail.

The Mystic Gold Silk Armor had a weight of 5 tons. As a Level 8 Qi Refinement Warrior, how did Su Zimo manage to stuff it inside his storage bag?

The more the disheveled old man thought about it, the more he felt that something was amiss. After pacing back and forth for a long time, he decided to abandon the thought of asking Su Zimo about it.

“Looks like this disciple of mine isn’t that simple either.”