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Over the years, apart from the pain of losing her parents, Ni Zhuang has not experienced any other setbacks and has always been regarded as a favored child by others.
So after being suppressed by Ning Zhishui, she was jealous and unwilling to accept it, which led to her irrational behavior today.
This should be the first hardship she experienced on the road of refining weapons.
But this time it was enough.
Yu Zhan observed his expression and nodded, "That's good, you're not too stupid. Since you know you're not as good as others, then learn more and ask more questions. It's not shameful."
"Yes." Ni Zhuang said respectfully.
Another highly sought-after genius, Lin Ziling, was also on the stage. He had completed the refining process half an hour ago and witnessed everything that happened to Ni Zhuang.
Looking at this scene, he seemed to be thinking about something, and his eyes changed from slightly embarrassed to calm and frank.
They were both geniuses, and Lin Ziling's reputation was no less than Ni Zhuang's. If Ni Zhuang crushed him, he could accept it.
But who was Ning Zhishui? She had only been around for a few months, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. Being outshined by her was hard to accept.
Ni Zhuang couldn't accept it, and Lin Ziling was in the same boat. He felt a lump in his chest and couldn't express it. The only difference was that he could remain calm and restrained, and would not do anything impulsive during the competition.
However, after hearing the conversation between Yu Zan and Ni Zhuang, he felt the anger in his chest quietly dissipate.
Yes, there are always people better than you. Even if you are not as good as others now, you will not be as good as them in the future. Why do you have to fight for the present?
If you can't win now, there is still the future.
Ning Zhishui completed the refining under the watchful eyes of the crowd.
"What a fine sword."
The steward couldn't help but sigh when he was checking.
Unlike Ning Zhishui's previous perfunctory magical instruments, this one seemed to have been more attentive to its appearance. The silver color with dragon patterns made it look exquisite and domineering.
Even among the Xuan-level attack weapons, it can be considered excellent!
"Why don't we give it a name?" Yu Zan suggested.
"Then... the Silver Dragon Sword." Ning Zhishui said casually.
Everyone was silent.
Silver color, dragon pattern, so it’s called Silver Dragon?
It’s really simple and direct.
But, she is the master and she has the final say.
After everyone's magic weapons were checked, another quarter of an hour passed.
In the end, there were 12 people who successfully refined magic weapons. Ning Zhishui was the only one at the Xuan level, so he was naturally the first.
Lin Ziling's yellow-level magic weapon ranked second, and the third place was unexpectedly won by a female cultivator from a small sect.
Seeing this, Ni Zhuang pursed his lips and became even more depressed.
Being suppressed by Ning Zhishui and being second, she didn't want to do it because she thought it was shameful.
Now, let alone second place, she has no chance even of tenth place.
"Congratulations, all three of you. This is your reward."
As Sheng Chaolin spoke, the steward took out the rewards for the three people.
The second and third are material rewards. These materials are very valuable and rare.
As for the first place, it made many disciples stare blankly, and the weapon refiners were even more excited.
It turned out to be an earth-level refining furnace!
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.
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