Ninth Sister comforted her, "Actually, according to the probability, even 10 pieces would be too many. You got fourteen green iron crystals, so you're already very lucky."
Fang Zong understood this principle, but...
Just one more piece, really just one more piece!
All that's missing is a piece of green iron crystal to get a top-notch weapon. If I were to encounter someone like Prince Ning again, I wouldn't need to worry about 'it really hurting' anymore. If I anger him, he wouldn't even bother touching it; he'd just cut me down with one slash.
This isn't about benefits, it's about saving face!
Ninth Sister gloated, her eyes crinkling with laughter, "I really feel sorry for you. It's like a game's progress is stuck at 99%. Last time I was so angry I almost smashed your computer, but then I thought, this isn't about buying a new computer, I was afraid you'd go crazy..."
Fang Zong rolled his eyes and prepared to put the green iron crystal away.
Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my chest, as if a red-hot iron was being pressed against my flesh. I quickly ripped off my coat.
The instant the coat left the body, sparks flew everywhere, and the specially made coat, which had some puncture and fire resistance, instantly turned to ash!
But this is not burning.
absolute,
It's not burning!
The pale purple flames flickered. Fang Zong was breathing normally when he inhaled a tiny bit, and it felt as if he had inhaled a cold light below zero degrees Celsius, chilling him from his tailbone to the top of his head.
The surrounding glass objects—fish tank, windows, teacups on the table—shattered with a crackling sound, releasing cold air and rising like smoke.
The room temperature dropped to a terrifying level!
"My coat is all frozen to a crisp! What happened?"
Only one thought flashed through Fang Zong's mind before he saw the pale purple flames, which looked just like sparks, disappear in the blink of an eye. Only a purple object the size of a thumb remained, which fell to the ground with a thud.
Just as I picked it up, "Dingdang, congratulations Summoner for finding a purple iron crystal."
Fang Zong placed the purple iron crystal in his palm and found it to be cool to the touch, completely lacking the terrifying chill he had felt earlier. After thinking about it carefully, he roughly understood the origin of this thing.
He frowned and asked, "Why is your phone broken?"
Ninth Sister asked, "A cell phone?"
"It's the phone that was taken from Prince Ning."
Fang Zong still remembers the features of that phone: it had nothing but a contact number for Yin-Yang Road.
At first, I thought it was made with modern equipment and didn't have any special features, so I kept it because I was too lazy to throw it away. But I didn't expect it to break down at this time and a purple iron crystal would appear.
Fang Zong couldn't help but wonder—could it be that those ghosts already possessed the technology to combine ghostly energy with modern equipment?
After thinking for a moment, Fang Zong asked, "What level is the purple iron crystal?"
“Purple is equivalent to the level of a magic weapon, and it’s even harder to collect enough. It takes twenty to synthesize one magic weapon.” Ninth Sister perfectly performed the job of a 'system spirit' and smiled, “Low-level iron crystals cannot be synthesized into high-level ones, but if you don’t need purple iron crystals, you can smash them, which will drop a green iron crystal and an uncertain number of green iron crystal fragments.”
Without saying a word, Fang Zong smashed it directly.
Although it might seem like a waste, nothing beats the idea of something being useful now.
With fifteen green iron crystals gathered, Fang Zong put them together, held them loosely in his hands, closed his eyes, and began to visualize a weapon in his mind.
It resembles a sword but is not a sword, it resembles a knife but is not a knife.
It is both a sword and a knife!
The third of the four types of Tang swords – the Tang horizontal sword!
The Tang Dynasty horizontal sword can be considered the pinnacle of cold weapons. It combines the kingly style of a sword with the domineering aura of a saber. The blade is forged at least a hundred times, covered in clay and tempered, making it hard and incomparably sharp.
Fang Zong was picturing the appearance of Tang Hengdao in his mind. Before long, he opened his eyes and saw a precious sword in front of him.
The blade is slightly curved, with a mysterious arc that, at first glance, resembles a dragon drawing water. The blade is snow-white, the edge a deep blue, and the crocodile-skin hilt is wrapped with red thread. It no longer bears the 'whiteboard' inscription of a plain sword, but has acquired its own name.
Sword Name: 'Drinking the Moon'!
With the knife in hand, it instantly radiates a sharp edge, like the moon drawing out flowing light!
"A fine blade!" Fang Zong tucked the Moon Drinking Blade into his waistband, thought for a moment, and then took out his phone to locate the target.
Of course, the ghosts weren't immediately given absolute freedom. The ghost-slaying team was able to pinpoint Zhao Changle's location, and Fang Zong had a strong feeling that the sudden destruction of the phone was likely related to Zhao Changle.
After locating Zhao Changle, they found him on a nearby street, closed the door, and went over.
The streets were bustling with people and vehicles.
There's an old saying in the East: "Even if the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up." Even in an era of resurgence of ghosts and monsters, and with modern weapons being destroyed on a large scale, it seems to have little impact on the lives of ordinary people.
Meanwhile, in the VIP lounge of a mobile phone store, Zhao Changle was happily fiddling with his newly purchased phone.
The so-called VIP lounge was actually just a small room of about 20 square meters. Zhao Changle opened his phone, browsed through the games on the mini-programs while sipping his early spring tea, and only opened his communication software after he got tired of playing.
After registering, I had no friends.
But then, out of nowhere, a QQ group appeared on that blank page—Yin Yang Road!
"Prince Ning is over, and I'm taking over his position," Zhao Changle typed in the message.
The once peaceful Yin-Yang Road QQ group suddenly became active, with many people sending out complex yet particularly ferocious sneers via voice messages. Suddenly, a user named 'Lame Ghost Immortal' said coldly, "What are you? Just a new ghost, yet you want to take over the position of the Eighteen Protectors of the Old Ghost Ning?"
Zhao Changle said with a smile, "What is the Yin-Yang Road? I'm only here to give you face! One king, two queens, three princesses, and eighteen guardians enjoying themselves? The titles are nice, but the two queens have turned against you, the three princesses have gone to America, and the Ghost King had his two arms eaten by an unknown old ghost. How many capable people are left to guard the Yin-Yang Road?"
Upon hearing this, the lame ghost immortal snorted and said angrily, "Even if you take over the position of Prince Ning, you'll only be the eighteenth of the eighteen protectors. Kid, don't be too cocky!"
"Yeah?"
Zhao Changle flipped the screen and blew out a breath.
As he exhaled, the entire screen turned silvery-white. There were over three hundred members in the Yin-Yang Path, and Zhao Changle, who was originally at the bottom, suddenly jumped up with a whoosh.
Jump straight to number seven!
His face, which was far more charming than a woman's, suddenly showed resolute lines, and his eyes were dark, but with a sharp, cold, silvery glint in them.
"Cold Iron Ghost Aura?!?" the lame ghost immortal cried out in fear.
Suddenly, all the ghosts in the Yin-Yang Path fell silent.
Before long, the suffix "Great Protector" was added after Zhao Changle's name.
"Hmph, for us ghosts, it's all about who's bigger, more evil, and right. Humans are different; brains are more important."
Zhao Changle muttered something to himself and was about to put his phone away when the door to the VIP lounge was opened, revealing Fang Zong's very polite smile.
"Nice phone, let me take a look?" Fang Zong reached out his hand directly.
"Give me your phone, or should we shake hands?"
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