Chapter 115 God-level Weapons
In the live stream, a rare white dragon, over ten meters long, descended from the sky, accompanied by three high-level flying swords. The speed of those swords was astonishing, clearly indicating that they were not just at the level of early-stage Qi Refining cultivators.
Fang Zhuo ignored the cell phone cameras that were secretly taking pictures of him and walked straight up to the Sect Master of the Weapon Refining Sect:
"Sect Master Bai, based on the content of our previous correspondence, I would like to come and commission five high-level divine weapons."
As the head of a major sect, Bai Fu pretended to be calm and stroked his beard, but in reality, he was screaming wildly in his heart.
Five?? God-tier weapons?
When the Giant Sect sent a message half an hour ago saying they wanted to customize a magic weapon, he thought it was Sect Master Fang joking, or that they were building up momentum for the upcoming arena competition.
To cooperate with this sect that has recently gained momentum, Bai Fu decided to have his subordinates stand guard at the entrance of the integrated forging workshop, intending to pretend to connect with Sect Leader Fang later.
With the tournament about to begin, how can psychological tactics not be considered a tactic?
As long as the Giant Sect releases the news that it plans to customize high-level magic artifacts, even the strongest opponents will inevitably have doubts. This is what is meant by subduing the enemy without fighting.
But Bai Fu didn't expect that Sect Master Fang wasn't just doing it for publicity; he was actually serious.
The magical artifacts in the entire wasteland are divided into fifteen levels. Among them, magical artifacts of level twelve and above are called high-level, and only the max-level magical artifacts of level fifteen and above are considered god-level in the traditional sense.
Divine-level magical artifacts are extremely rare, and their auction price starts at least at 300 million. Offensive magical artifacts will be even more expensive.
Aside from occasionally appearing in secret realms, only the Comprehensive Forging Furnace of the Weapon Refining Sect in the entire desolate hills can artificially forge magical artifacts of this caliber.
Moreover, the forging materials for non-natural artifacts are extremely expensive, and the production cycle is exceptionally long, with material costs alone reaching four to five hundred million per artifact.
This price is enough to make all the major sects hesitate.
To save costs, major sects prefer to spend less money to send their disciples to fight desperately in various secret realms rather than spend a lot of money to customize magical artifacts that are more suitable for their individual attributes and feel.
Apart from a few hundred years ago when a Nascent Soul sword cultivator from a prestigious family ordered a divine weapon to advance to the Divine Transformation stage, the Weapon Refining Sect hadn't received such a large order in several hundred years, and this order even included five weapons.
Bai Fu wiped the sweat from his brow, feeling a pang of sadness.
He doesn't even have a god-level custom-made magical artifact yet, and now he's already dealing with clients.
"Sect Master Fang, this is the comprehensive forging furnace that our Refining Sect has inherited for thousands of years. The furnace is 25 meters wide and 100 meters high. Each time the furnace is opened, it requires five Foundation Establishment cultivators and at least 20 disciples at the sixth level of Qi Refining to control the forging temperature throughout the process."
"To be frank, the cost-effectiveness of custom-made artifacts is far inferior to buying ready-made ones. Unless you are pursuing attribute matching, there is absolutely no need to spend so much money to customize weapons."
"The material cost for forging a single divine weapon is 500 million, plus the cost of starting the furnace and labor, the total cost will be nearly 600 million, so five divine weapons would cost 3 billion..."
"Sect Master Fang, why don't you reconsider?"
After Bai Fu quoted the price, he expected to see surprise and hesitation on the other party's face, but Sect Master Fang simply nodded and did not show any surprise or hesitation at all in response to the expensive offer.
Fang Zhuo: "Sure, if we sign the contract today, can I come and pick it up next Monday? I'll pay in full."
Bai Fu: ? ? ! !
He took out a 200-yuan heart-saving pill from his storage ring, swallowed it, and gradually recovered. He then confirmed with Sect Leader Fang:
"Are you sure you want to order five units in full at once? We won't give you a refund if you change your mind after delivery."
Fang Zhuo ignored him, simply taking the contract that the weapon-refining sect disciple tremblingly handed over. After confirming that the terms were correct, he quickly signed his name.
The moment the contract took effect, the Refining Sect's public account gained a total of 3 billion.
Bai Fu felt like he needed to take another nitroglycerin pill.
This order alone wiped out several years' worth of revenue for the Refining Sect.
The Weapon Forging Sect's own team's participation in the arena is temporarily suspended; they need to figure out how to forge the divine weapon first.
Bai Fu glanced at the three disciples following behind Sect Master Fang—he couldn't discern their exact cultivation levels, suggesting they were using some kind of concealment artifact.
These three individuals possessed different spiritual roots and cultivation techniques, with the muscular woman's physique being particularly extraordinary. It would indeed be difficult to find a perfectly compatible divine-level weapon for each of them on the market.
Even if we include Sect Master Fang himself, there are only four people here at most. So who will receive the fifth divine artifact?
Bai Fu politely asked, "I wonder who the owner of the last divine weapon is? We will customize the weapon on-site based on basic conditions such as spiritual root and cultivation method, and the user needs to be present in person."
Fang Zhuo withdrew his gaze from the huge forging furnace below and said calmly, "Oh, it's for my son. His school is holding a simulated combat event at the end of next month, and the teacher asked parents to prepare a suitable weapon for their children."
"There's no need to rush his divine artifact. Just get it ready by the beginning of next month. I'll have him come to the Weapon Forging Sect this weekend."
Bai Fu: "May I ask how old your son is this year?"
Fang Zhuo recalled Fang Lieyang's bone age from last week: "Twelve years old."
Bai Fu silently swallowed another nitroglycerin pill.
He immediately circulated his internal energy through the Small Heavenly Circuit to control the signs of demonic possession.
Some people are over two hundred years old and still don't have their own special artifact, while some children have one as young as twelve.
Why is he even running the Weapon Refining Sect? He suspects that if Sect Master Fang has the idea, he can buy the Weapon Refining Sect's comprehensive forging furnace at any time.
The disciple standing nearby nearly dropped his phone; the number of viewers in the live stream had already surpassed 50,000.
[Haha, I'm begging for a practical guide on how to be reborn into Brother Fang's family!]
[My child is good-looking enough to be a child model. Is there any chance we could be betrothed to the son of Sect Leader Fang? Our whole family can take the child's surname^^]
[I'm about to jump. I hope that in my next life I can hear the cold swishing sound of Brother Fang signing contracts as soon as I'm born, smell the special fragrance of high-grade spiritual food, and see countless pills and secret treasures piled up in the warehouse as soon as I open my eyes.]
With just a glance from Brother Fang, the Sect Master of the Weapon Forging Sect would personally carry me to the forging furnace: "Wealth whispers, my little angel, it seems you really like that high-level divine weapon? Haha, my darling, that was specially prepared for you; you are its new master."
[…This sand dune has gone mad.]
[That old man from the Weapon Refining Sect looks even more broken-hearted than me. I've watched him take four nitroglycerin pills in the hour I've been negotiating the deal.]
It's hard to imagine how the Crown Prince of the Moon-Embracing Beast Sect is feeling right now.
[Crown Prince: I've run into a whale (high spender), this game is hopeless]
[Breaking news! Since the start of the live stream, the official betting odds have reached 5:1!]
[Further Investigation and Report]
[But that's not necessarily true. The Giants were only at the Qi Refining stage when they last appeared. If the Crown Prince spends a lot of money to bring in some mercenaries, the chances of winning are quite high.]
[+1, If the Crown Prince burns out all the resources of the Moon-Gazing Beast Sect, it's really hard to say who will win or lose...]
[Damn, can we start fighting tomorrow? I want to see the Crown Prince Mercenaries and the Giant Sect's custom-made artifacts clash head-on. I'd call it a mini-final of the arena.]
[The big shots are just having a tournament, and the money they spend every second is enough to buy my entire cave. I'm the one who needs heart medication now.]
[Looking for a ticket to next Wednesday's ring match^^]
[So, nobody likes the white dragon Fang Ge rode when he came to the Weapon Refining Sect? It looks like it's from a TV series, kind of cool. Just wondering how much similar mounts cost now, everyone needs a dream~]
[I just searched online, and an eight-meter-long dragon with a less pure skin color costs over two billion yuan. I suggest you take a nap while the memory is still fresh; maybe you'll dream about it later.]
After leaving the Refining Sect, Fang Zhuo put the bracelet that could conceal his cultivation level into his storage ring halfway through the journey.
Because his disciples were so diligent, the double cultivation reward he received allowed him to break through to the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm in just over a month. Even without using any high-level magic artifacts, he could hold his own against the elders of various sects based on his own strength.
In order to conceal his true strength from his opponents in the ring, he specially bought this concealment bracelet before setting off.
Upon opening the system interface, the notification bar was already filled with six or seven announcements—
[Congratulations, host! Your investment target [Song Mingsi] has broken through from the fourth level of Qi Refining to the ninth level of Qi Refining, advancing five minor stages in total. Reward: 1.5 billion spirit stones]
[Congratulations, host! Your investment target [Liu Yun] has broken through from the sixth level of Qi Refining to the early stage of Foundation Establishment, advancing three minor stages and one major stage. Reward: 2 billion spirit stones]
[Congratulations, host! Your investment target [Yin Fuxue] has broken through from the early Foundation Establishment stage to the middle Foundation Establishment stage, advancing one small stage. Reward: 2.5 billion spirit stones]
[The host receives double the cultivation points from both their investment targets and their wards, increasing their accumulated cultivation points by 24 points.]
[Host's initial cultivation level: Mid-Foundation Establishment]
[Host's current cultivation level: Mid-stage Golden Core]
[Your investment targets [Yin Fuxue] and [Song Mingsi] have achieved a double increase in their original cultivation levels. The above slots can be freely unbound.]
[Based on the settlement results, investment slots seven and eight have been opened for the host. Please keep up the good work!]
With just a few days until the official match, the forums are already buzzing with interest about the game. Even though the number of people betting on this match in the official casino has reached over 200,000, the odds are unusually close at 1:1, meaning the support for both sides is almost completely even.
On the day of the competition, there wasn't a single empty seat in the audience area. All the cultivators arrived early, bringing various drinks and snacks, and sat in their seats waiting for the arena battle to begin.
Fang Zhuo looked towards the team at the other end of the arena.
The four people over there were chatting and laughing, seemingly without any pressure. They hadn't even concealed their cultivation levels before the match, but were instead casually releasing a faint aura of power across the entire arena.
Among them were one late-stage Golden Core cultivator, one early-stage Golden Core cultivator, and two late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators at the Great Perfection stage.
If they take the competition seriously enough, this roster of talent is more than capable of qualifying.
The opposing team clearly knew the gap in strength between the two sides, and they didn't bother to hide their arrogance, displaying an attitude of absolute certainty of victory.
"Sect Master Fang, you are the challengers, so you can choose your one-on-one challengers first."
"A player can take over the opponent's ranking if they win three out of four games, while a draw results in the loss of the challenger."
As the person with the highest cultivation level in the team, Fang Zhuo inevitably had to take the stage himself.
If the strategy of "Tian Ji's horse race" is adopted, then one of Song Mingsi, Liu Yun, and Yin Fuxue is destined to be defeated on the spot by a late-stage Golden Core cultivator. Life and death on the arena are irrelevant, and he cannot push his investment targets to their deaths.
He then gestured with his chin toward the strongest late-stage Golden Core cultivator opposite him: "Him it is."
If he hasn't mistaken the person, the one he chose should be the legendary Crown Prince of the Moon-Gazing Beast Sect.
Their eyes met from afar.
"Crown Prince" Jin Qi realized that Fang Zhuo had ultimately chosen him as his opponent for the first round, and smiled contemptuously, making no attempt to hide the arrogance in his eyes.
As the only son of the sect leader of the Moon-Gazing Beast Sect, he had the backing of an entire major sect. In his dictionary, there were only two solutions: victory and forfeit. Since he could remember, his father had never let him truly lose.
Despite the widespread rumors about the Giant Sect's supposed wealth online, only those cultivators within the sect truly understand the chasm-like gap between a major sect and a newly emerging minor sect.
I heard that the young man on the other side was only at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage when he last appeared. It's time for him to teach him what the true strength of a major sect is...
The tournament was held in the scenic Fangcaoyuan Garden, and the entire arena was roughly the size of a playground.
The two stood at opposite corners of the arena, their weapons still stored in their storage rings, neither of them making a move rashly.
The moment Jin Qi unleashed his twin blood-red blades, a soft gasp of surprise rippled through the crowd.
At this moment, the number of viewers in the official live stream room had reached over 300,000, including cultivators and ordinary people watching the spectacle. Everyone was discussing it rapidly and excitedly.
[Dual Blood Blades? ? Aren't these the weapons of the Beast Sect Master? How did they end up in the Crown Prince's hands?]
[Of course, we're all family, it's just a friendly donation.]
[Here he comes, the real old Qian is here! There aren't many high-level offensive magic weapons in the entire Wasteland. These twin swords are level 14, so don't be too envious, haters~~]
[What are you bragging about? Didn't Brother Fang just order five level 15 weapons from the Weapon Forging Sect a couple of days ago?]
[You only paid in front of the camera, but you actually saw a god-tier weapon??]
You know how cunning that old man from the Weapon Refining Sect is; he's a master of deception. Maybe he was paid to stage this photoshoot.
[...Hey lady up there, did you gamble too much? Did you take out a loan to bet? You're so protective of your gambler... It's okay, you'll behave once Brother Fang brings out his magic weapon. I love watching gamblers lose everything and jump off rooftops.]
[It might not be DG. I heard that Prince (DG's nickname) hired online trolls before the match; maybe it's just his own dog barking...]
The blades flashed almost before his eyes. Under Jin Qi's slightly mocking gaze, Fang Zhuo pulled out the exclusive artifact that the Weapon Refining Sect had crafted for him from his forearm.
This divine weapon is about the same length as his arm span. When it is inside his body, it can fit perfectly with his arm bone. Even if he loses his storage ring, he can still take out the weapon at any time without affecting his daily activities.
One side is no different from a regular broadsword, while the other side is covered with flat spikes like arrowheads, with barbs on them. Once it pierces the body, it will inevitably scrape off a large chunk of flesh.
What made Jin Qi uneasy was that the spiked broadsword radiated an undeniable pure golden light, making it clear at a glance that it was a god-level weapon of at least level fifteen.
...The Giants Sect actually went to the Weapon Forging Sect and forged five divine weapons?!
Are you crazy?
With such abundant funds, why has this sect only suddenly become famous now?
The only thing that can comfort Jin Qi now is that the opponent is only a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
However, as he continued to slash with the red-glowing double blades, he found that his moves were being blocked one by one by the man opposite him.
Moreover, that spiked broadsword was incredibly wicked; wherever it went, it could create a gust of wind. As the speed of their exchange increased, the gust of wind seemed to have a mind of its own, constantly interfering with Jin Qi's attacks.
After only five or six rounds of fighting, Jin Qi's arm was pierced twice, and blood gushed out from the wound, with a piece of flesh hanging down his upper arm.
Why does the Refining Sect have to be so honest? They could have just fudged the order, why did they have to create a level 15 divine artifact?
Wait a minute, he even suspected that this divine artifact was far more than level fifteen...
Turning his gaze, Jin Qi was surprised to find a high-grade gem with a pure color inlaid on the hilt of the broadsword.
This thing is even more precious than a divine artifact. If the attributes match perfectly, it can raise the level of a magic weapon by three to four levels. You can't get a single truly high-level gem in a hundred secret realms.
In other words, just looking at the broadsword in the opponent's hand, you couldn't find a second weapon with stronger power anywhere in the entire Moon-Gazing Beast Sect, not to mention that it was custom-made for the user's physique and martial arts style.
At that moment, he had an urge to swear.
He used to throw money in other people's faces, but now it's the other way around.
While he was still in a daze, the gust of wind grazed his calf and tore off a large piece of flesh.
The pain wasn't the most devastating thing; what terrified him even more was that Fang Zhuo seemed to be able to read his mind. In the brief moment their eyes met, he felt that his horrified gaze looked like that of a primary school student in the other's eyes.
"Who said I've reached the Foundation Establishment stage?"
With a faint taunt from the other side, Jin Qi almost lost his grip on the knife.
Despite the fact that his opponent had brought concealment items, the spiritual energy overflowing during the battle told him that Fang Zhuo had obviously already reached the Golden Core stage.
Jin Qi's eyes were bloodshot.
He can't lose, he can't lose.
If he loses in this arena battle, all the reputation and prestige he has cultivated over the years will be transformed into stepping stones for his advancement in the Giant Sect.
He couldn't possibly offer his face to be hit.
With a furious shout, Jin Qi threw the twin swords he was holding off the stage and returned to the Vajra Fist technique he had been practicing since childhood.
He couldn't win with dual swords just now, and although he's now moving with great power, he's still at a disadvantage in the match.
But that doesn't matter—what he really switched wasn't just his fist technique, but his internal energy cultivation method.
With his palms clasped together, Jin Qi immediately activated a Vajra Shield on the arena, which lasted for ten seconds.
At the same time, four mobile phone screens appeared floating in the air around the Vajra Shield. In addition to his own phone, the other three remotely controlled phones belonged to the other three teammates in the team.
Time was short, and Jin Qi quickly operated the four mobile phones.
He opened one familiar microloan app after another, opened his mouth, shook his head, and verified his face one by one—50,000, 80,000, 100,000... He skillfully and quickly borrowed money from the microloan platforms.
Finally, someone in the audience recognized his move and shouted a warning in alarm:
"Brother Fang, be careful! The Crown Prince has switched to the Diamond Sutra. He can remotely control his teammates' phones to borrow money during the ten seconds of the Diamond Shield. He probably wants to buy those temporary Dharma forms that increase in power as the price increases!"
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