Chapter 022 Me and My Unfair Father and Brother
The Master of the Sword Sealing Tower stood in the void, outside the fully activated sword-making furnace, confirming that the melted forging materials of the Wuwen Sword had been integrated into the furnace fire along with Chen Wenjian's flesh and blood. The ecstasy in his heart was difficult to contain, and his hands were shaking as he added the auxiliary materials.
What he had to do next was to use auxiliary materials to separate the impurities contained in the two forging materials under the burning of the furnace fire, stimulate their characteristics, integrate them into one, and create new properties.
If nothing unexpected happens, the new sword he forges will possess a sword soul, possess Chen Wenjian's immortal qualities, and will also make up for Wu Wen's shortcoming - the fragility of the sword itself.
He will obtain a perfect weapon, and his name will be recorded in the history of blacksmiths, and he will be immortal!
Thinking of this, the Lord of the Sword Sealing Tower couldn't help but laugh out loud. He was so arrogant that he didn't even consider the possibility of failure.
"boom!--"
Suddenly, a sudden loud roar exploded on the top of the mountain. Half of the mountain collapsed, and the cracks spread to the edge of the well. The soil and rocks on the mountainside rolled down, and the grass and trees collapsed.
The Sword Sealing Tower Master's eardrums were nearly shattered. This unexpected turn of events also pulled him out of his joy.
"What's going on?" He quickly gathered his thoughts, stopped adding the auxiliary materials, and probed his spiritual consciousness into the sword-making furnace to see where the problem was.
Although his cultivation level was not high enough to allow his spiritual consciousness to completely leave his body, since the Sword Sealing Tower was a spiritual weapon he had refined, it was not difficult for him to integrate his spiritual consciousness into it to check the situation.
However, you don’t know until you see it. The Lord of the Sword Sealing Tower was so angry that he almost made two Buddhas ascend to heaven.
The two major forging materials that he had high hopes for did not melt at all, let alone fuse. The temperature of the furnace had not yet risen to half of what he expected. Even though it was a huge show, it was just a decoration.
The reason turned out to be that there were a lot of impurities in the sword-making furnace that came from nowhere!
"What's going on? Why is there so much waste in my sword-making furnace?" The Sword Sealing Tower Master's eyes widened, and his spiritual sense swept through the interior of the furnace. The more he investigated, the more frantic he became. "How can there be so much... How can there be so much!"
Before opening the furnace, he checked the Sword Sealing Tower to confirm that there was no damage or malfunction, but he forgot to clean the furnace itself.
In fact, the Sword Sealing Tower had never been put into use since it was built. Today was the first time it was started, so he had not considered the issue of cleaning at all.
However, he didn't expect that the details he didn't pay attention to at all would become the culprit that caused him to fail at this moment!
"Who is it! Who put so much waste in my sword forge?"
The Sword Sealing Tower Master's veins bulged, his eyes were bloodshot with anger, and he shouted through gritted teeth.
The next moment, he saw the "impurities" that were isolated by the fire Chen Yunli took out a bottle from his arms and threw it into the fire.
"Fuck you!——"
The Sword Sealing Tower Master: “…”
The porcelain bottle shattered in the fire, and blood mixed with molten iron sank into it. Because it was stained with Chen Wenjian's blood, it was almost instantly swallowed up and fused by the sword-making furnace, leaving the Sword Sealing Tower Master with no time to react.
Then he knew the source of so much waste in the furnace.
I also vaguely guessed the terrible story hidden behind this action.
"Asshole! How dare you destroy my hard work like this!"
After turning the corner, the Lord of the Sword Sealing Tower was furious. A fierce wind blew around him, making his long hair fly and his clothes flutter, making him look like a furious villain.
He formed his five fingers into claws and grabbed Chen Yunli. The space in front of him exploded with a sharp sound. One could imagine what the result would be if Chen Yunli was really caught by him.
At that moment, countless tortures flashed through the Sword Sealing Tower Master's mind, such as breaking his bones inch by inch, extracting his soul and refining it with poisonous fire...
"Bang! Bang!——"
Just when the Lord of the Sword Sealing Tower was furious and ready to attack, something unexpected happened in the sword-making furnace.
It was as if someone was wielding a sword and chopping at the furnace wall. The entire Sword Sealing Tower trembled violently, and the thunder-like sound of the strikes rolled into the ears of the Sword Sealing Tower Master, finally bringing back his sanity.
He woke up from his anger with a start, and reflexively spread his spiritual awareness to the entire sword-making furnace, looking for the source of the unrest, including the fire that was also trembling.
The people who were attacking the sword furnace were waiting for this opportunity. Before the Sword Sealing Tower Master could even think about whether he had fallen into a trap, he was hit head-on by a blow... no, two blows -
Under the turbulent waterfall of fire, Chen Wenjian grabbed the joint between the blade and the hilt of the Wuwen sword with his bloody hands. The flames burned the flesh and blood of his right hand into the gap in the sword body, filling it tightly and mending it.
When the spiritual consciousness of the Lord of the Sealing Sword Tower broke in, only a piece of bone remained of Chen Wenjian's right hand, while the two halves of the Wuwen Sword were almost completely closed together, restored to their original state.
A cold light flashed on the blade, and the sword intent rose like autumn water. The water waves were grasped in the palm of the handsome sword spirit who suddenly appeared. He raised his hand and the sword fell, slashing through his spiritual consciousness with a whistling sound.
"ah!--"
The Lord of the Sword Sealing Tower screamed and covered his forehead. Before he could retract his injured consciousness into his body, he saw Chen Wenjian holding the Wuwen Sword in his intact left hand and slashing it straight, cutting his consciousness in half.
“No, no!——”
The excruciating pain that penetrated deep into his soul slowed down the Sword Sealing Tower Master's reaction speed. He didn't even have time to finish his words to stop the pain before the overwhelming pain overwhelmed his consciousness.
The Lord of the Sword Sealing Tower vomited blood after his spiritual consciousness was shattered. He fell heavily to the ground from mid-air, leaving a shallow human-shaped pit on the spot.
It was as if his flesh and bones had been cut open, his soul dug out, and he was being tortured piece by piece on a chopping board. Although his body had not suffered any actual injuries, he was still bleeding from all seven orifices, and his muscles and bones were twisted and contorted. He looked like a puppet whose joints had been twisted by a child, and he looked miserable.
The first thing to rupture was his heart, followed by blood vessels throughout his body. Blood gushed out, soon dyeing his entire body red.
He is not dead yet, but he might as well be dead.
As the Sword Sealing Tower Master fell, the sword-making furnace let out its last roar, and the various mechanical components gradually stopped working. The torrent of flames that rushed into the clouds also subsided and extinguished.
Chen Yunli stared blankly at the strange scene before him, then looked down at his hands. "Didn't I just throw away a bottle of blood? The catalyst couldn't have taken effect so quickly or so violently, right?"
Before he finished speaking, he heard Chen Wenjian's voice in front of him: "Yun Li."
Yun Li? Who called him so affectionately?
This was Chen Yunli's first reaction. His second reaction was to look up and see Chen Wenjian's tall and straight figure among the scattered flames.
His clothes were covered in blood, but most of his injuries had healed, and he didn't seem to be missing any limbs - except for his right hand that was holding the sword.
"What happened to your hand?!"
Without bothering to worry about his address, Chen Yunli rushed forward and picked up his hand that had turned into white bones, along with the silver-white sword.
"It's okay. It's the price of saving lives."
Chen Wenjian flicked the sword blade with his finger, and a colorful light flashed beside him. Ming Shaotu walked out of the light, holding the unconscious Ning Bufan in his arms.
Ming Shaotu has the body of a sword spirit, but he is no different from a human being, except that he has grown a lot taller than before, and his already handsome appearance is even more exquisite and dazzling.
He bowed to Chen Yunli and Chen Wenjian to express his gratitude, his slightly curly black hair cascading down from his shoulders and falling between Ning Bufan's fingers.
Ning Bufan subconsciously grabbed it and refused to let go.
"That's great." Chen Yunli's heart, which had been hanging in the air for a long time, finally settled down. He smiled brightly and held Chen Wenjian's hand tightly. "You are all okay. That's great."
…
Walking out of the abandoned Sword Sealing Tower, the noisy discussions at the foot of the mountain drifted up faintly on the mountain breeze, but Chen Yunli had no intention of listening. He stood with his hands in his pockets and watched Chen Wenjian use the Wuwen Sword to kill the master of the Sword Sealing Tower.
This person was just the most insignificant supporting character in Chen Wenjian's legendary life. He died miserably but happily, unlike his subsequent enemies and sons, all of whom were tortured to a point where their lives were worse than death.
"How did you hurt him like this?" Chen Yunli asked.
Chen Wenjian lit a fire and burned the Sword Sealing Tower Master's body to ashes.
"There are five major realms for practitioners: mind, soul, desire, confusion, and mystery. Each realm is further divided into three grades. He was only at the third grade of mind, not yet at the soul realm, so his consciousness couldn't leave his body. He relied on the fact that the Sealing Sword Tower was a spiritual artifact he refined, so he could barely merge his consciousness with it, making it easier to control and use. However, this also gave me the opportunity to sever his consciousness."
The spiritual consciousness is an extension of the soul. If it is not cultivated to the level of mind and soul, it cannot leave the body and is also very fragile. Once it suffers a serious blow, the trauma will affect the soul simultaneously.
Chen Wenjian cut off his spiritual consciousness, which was no different from splitting his soul in half. Even if he was not killed today, he would not survive for more than three days.
No one can heal the wounds of the soul.
Chen Yunli asked, "So you deliberately let yourself be burned by the furnace fire, just to make him release his spiritual consciousness while forging the sword, so that you could have a chance to kill him with one strike?"
"That's right." Chen Wenjian nodded. Seeing the hint of anger on his face, he explained, "This matter is too dangerous. I'm not sure of victory. If I hadn't had the Wuwen Sword in my hand just now, I wouldn't have been able to so easily injure the Sword Sealing Tower Master's spiritual consciousness."
Speaking of Wu Wen Sword, Chen Yunli remembered a detail that he had overlooked, or rather, that he had deliberately concealed.
"You used your own flesh and blood to repair the broken Wuwen Sword, didn't you?"
“…”
"Oh, right. I remember that a damaged sword body wouldn't affect the sword spirit itself. Why didn't you remind us when you saw me and Mr. Ning earlier? Not only did you not remind us, you even deliberately apologized, making Mr. Ning think that the situation was hopeless and that he almost died with this broken sword?"
“…”
"Have you already planned this, deliberately following the Sword Sealing Tower Master's plan to break the Wuwen Sword, then place it and the broken sword into the sword-making furnace contaminated by waste impurities, use the furnace fire to reforge the sword, and then wait for the right moment to chop off the Sword Sealing Tower Master's spiritual consciousness?"
“…”
"Ahem." Seeing Chen Yunli's eyes widening the more he spoke, like a pissed-off squirrel whose nuts had been stolen, Chen Wenjian coughed lightly and said unconvincedly, "I can explain..."
"Chen Wenjian, damn you!" Chen Yunli kicked him. "You've already made this plan, but you didn't tell me, making me worry for so long!"
Chen Wenjian didn't dare to dodge and took the two kicks obediently. He hid his right hand behind his back and tapped the blade of the Wuwen sword with his fingertips. Ming Shaotu then turned into light and left very skillfully, taking the unconscious Ning Bufan home to rest.
It wasn't that he didn't want to stay and watch the show, but he also had accounts to settle. Instead of just watching the fun, it would be better to go back and prepare, at least to have a draft explanation ready.
For example, he was taken away by the Master of the Sword Sealing Tower without any resistance because there was a restriction left by the Master inside the original Wuwen Sword, and he was unable to resist.
Of course, the reforged Wuwen Sword definitely doesn't have it, but he has to say it does.
Well, I must say yes!
After sending the "outsiders" away, Chen Yunli finished his third kick. Chen Wenjian estimated that his anger should have subsided by more than half - he was not very angry in the first place - so he adjusted his expression and carefully handed his right hand, which was left with only white bones, to him.
"What are you doing? Acting pitiful?" Chen Yunli crossed his arms and glared at him. "It's no use pretending. Can I grow some weight for you?"
Although he spoke harshly, there was not much anger in his eyes, and he did not turn around and leave. Chen Wenjian curled his eyes and pinched the corner of his clothes with his bony hands.
"It's okay. Please bandage my hand. The skin and flesh will heal in a few days."
"Hmph, wrap it yourself."
"I'm not very comfortable with one hand."
"Aren't you a cultivator? Where are your magic spells? Did you let the dog eat them?"
"I'm too badly injured to use magic for the time being."
“…”
"Yun Li, are you really so angry that you don't want to help me?"
“…”
Chen Yunli looked at his serious and hopeful eyes, then looked at his white bony hands, sighed in frustration, pulled his sleeve and dragged him into the room.
"Don't call me Yunli, it's so corny."
"Well, I'll do as you say, Yunli."
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