Ni Zhuang is the daughter of Yu Zhan's brother and takes her sister-in-law's surname.
Because his brother and sister-in-law died young due to an accident, Yu Zhan treated Ni Zhuang almost as his own daughter. After discovering that she had a talent for refining weapons, he taught her everything he knew without holding back.
Chang Yin said, "They are all treasures." The word "treasures" undoubtedly hit the mark of Yu Zhan's mentality, and he immediately liked Chang Yin even more.
There may be many geniuses, but there is only one jewel in the palm of his hand. No matter how outstanding others are, it cannot affect Ni Zhuang's identity and status in his eyes.
Sheng Chaolin had been listening to them, wanting to interrupt. Seeing that the two remained silent, he quickly spoke first, "Elder Changyin, your disciple seems quite talented in formations. How about... having her come to Wanhua Sect to learn from us?"
Yu Zhan had just picked up the teacup and took a sip when he suddenly coughed after hearing Sheng Chaolin's words. The tea choked his trachea, making his cheeks stained pink and his water-stained lips even more delicate and tempting.
He glanced at Sheng Chaolin with a frown on his face.
This guy asked me yesterday whether I should dig Ning Zhishui. After all this time, it turns out that he wanted to dig it himself!
But he was obviously overthinking it. How could Changyin let go?
Sure enough, after hearing this, Chang Yin's mouth twitched for a moment, and then he said apologetically, "I'm afraid this is inappropriate. Zhishui is my last disciple, so how can he choose to join another sect?"
"Why not? If you can close the door at your place, you can close the door at mine too." Sheng Chaolin laughed shamelessly, "Besides, you are his master. As long as you are willing to let him go, then this matter will not be difficult."
Long Seal...
Do you think I'm willing to let him go?
"You might as well ask Zhishui yourself about this matter." Changyin finally smiled.
Sheng Chaolin's eyes lit up, "If she agrees, will you be willing to let her go?"
Chang Yin simply said, "It's not too late to ask first."
Sheng Chaolin just thought he agreed.
By the evening, there were only two people left refining weapons.
One is Ning Zhishui and the other is Ni Zhuang.
Ni Zhuang is a female cultivator with a very aloof demeanor. There is a cold air between her eyebrows. She is very focused when refining weapons, with a slightly furrowed brow, looking like she has a deep hatred and resentment.
While drinking tea, Yu Zhan glanced at Ni Zhuang from time to time, and couldn't help sighing as he looked at him.
This child still felt dissatisfied after all.
Originally, with Ni Zhuang's strength, it was not difficult to refine an outstanding yellow-level long sword. Ning Zhishui certainly could not compare with him, but he could still surpass other young disciples.
But perhaps because of Ning Zhishui, she became even more popular after yesterday. People in the sect were discussing her, and many people even wanted to pay a large sum of money to buy the refining furnace after hearing the news.
This kind of grand occasion usually only occurs in the hands of great weapon refiners with superb strength. As soon as they have refined an item, people will come to their door with crystals to buy it, and they will keep raising the price. As for whether they will sell it or not, it all depends on their mood.
It must be because of this that Ni Zhuang felt aggrieved and did not want to be inferior to others, so he acted a little risky today.
Judging from the materials she selected and the techniques she used, if she succeeds in refining it, she might be able to reach the Xuan level.
But if it fails to be refined, it will fail at the last step and all efforts will be in vain.
But according to Yu Zan's judgment, she was bound to fail.
Because the difference between the Yellow Level and the Black Level is too great, it is impossible to rush forward in a short period of time just by relying on one's unwillingness to admit defeat.
However, although Yu Zhan had already guessed the result, he had no intention of stopping it.
People always encounter obstacles. Otherwise, what’s the point of having a smooth road?
Not only Yu Zan, but everyone on the field also gradually discovered that something was wrong.
"Why is Ni Zhuang so pale and looks like he's about to faint?"
"She's not in the right state."
"She seems a little exhausted. Perhaps refining this sword was too strenuous for her."
"No way, it's almost over. It's impossible to fail now, right?"
"Why wouldn't I know this? Whether it's refining an elixir or refining a weapon, failure and success happen in a split second. If you can't persevere to the end, then all your previous performances will be in vain."
Almost as everyone finished speaking, Ni Zhuang's sword broke with a crack.
She also spat out a mouthful of blood, and her body went limp and she fell to the ground.
"sky--"
"How could this happen? I actually failed!"
"What a pity! If she succeeded, she would be either second or first."
"Look, Sect Master Yu is coming down!"
Yu Zhan's face darkened as he saw the sword cracked. He quickly stepped off the stage, then walked over and fed her a pill.
Ni Zhuang took the pill, his eyelashes trembled, and then he opened his eyes.
"...Uncle."
Ni Zhuang's eyes misted with shame and embarrassment, "I have failed you."
"You are." Yu Zhan curled his lips sarcastically, his voice cold.
Ni Zhuang's face turned even paler and he lowered his eyes.
It turned out that her uncle couldn't accept her failure. She must have embarrassed him.
"I never taught you to overestimate your abilities and challenge something that's currently impossible," Yu Zhan continued. "Making the wrong judgment and challenging someone beyond your level is a betrayal of my expectations and teachings."
Ni Zhuang was stunned and looked at Yu Zhan in confusion.
He was just disappointed with his challenge to a higher level opponent, rather than his own failure?
"Who hasn't failed? Even I can't successfully refine every magical weapon. What we should do is to do what we can to perfection. As for those things that we know are impossible, we should give up when we should. Giving up now doesn't mean giving up in the future. As your level improves, there will always be a time to succeed. Why rush now?"
Ni Zhuang listened intently, and then couldn't help but look at Ning Zhishui.
She sat there motionless as a mountain, not affected at all by the unexpected incident on her side, and was still concentrating on refining the magic weapon.
The long sword in her hand was almost finished. Its silver-white color was exceptionally perfect, and the dragon pattern on it was also extremely exquisite.
Not only can she refine a Xuan-level magic weapon, she also has the energy to create such complex patterns!
Looking at Ning Zhishui's expression, although it can't be said to be very relaxed, it is not strenuous either, which shows that this is not her limit.
The difference in strength between the two can be seen from this.
And I actually wanted to surpass her at this level...
My uncle was right. I did it even though I knew it was impossible. I was too stupid.
It’s worth losing.
Ni Zhuang breathed a sigh of relief, straightened his clothes, and stood up. "My uncle taught me that I will accept the loss and will never make such a mistake again."
With an uncle like Yu Zan, he not only has status and strength but is also extremely protective of his uncles.
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