This brings us to the story of how I accidentally found my natal magic weapon and then got entangled with it.
And her desperate struggle to change the magical artifact:
The details are as follows.
Having been trained in the secret realm, Wan Zhou received a particularly large piece of fine iron as a gift from her adoptive father.
She planned to ask her fellow weapon refiners to help her forge a weapon; she was simply fed up with that broken magic wand!
She wants to change her magical artifact!
This damn magic wand! No matter where I kill a spirit beast or monster, it drops the same thing. It's so annoying!
They wouldn't dare show it off in public.
Even a hammer would be fine! She'd rather show off with a big hammer than suddenly pull out a magic wand to hit someone—that would be so embarrassing.
Then……
She eagerly ran to her fellow weapon refiners to plead for her, flattering them in an attempt to forge her own brand-new natal magic weapon.
Whenever someone asks her what her natal magical artifact is...
Her answer was always: "Oh dear, I couldn't find a suitable one in the forbidden area, so I can only ask the senior sisters and brothers who refine weapons to forge one and make it my natal magic weapon through a contract."
Her idea was good, but reality was not so kind.
Nian Wanzhou was tempering her senior sisters, the pure spiritual energy driving the fire to be extremely fierce, hissing and sizzling.
Senior sisters: ...Junior sister, you don't need to work so hard, the fire is about to set the roof on fire!
"Junior Sister, light the fire carefully!!" The panicked senior brother rushed over to stop his foolish junior sister from setting fire... no, from quenching too fiercely, lest she burn down the house and still fail to forge anything worthwhile.
Senior sisters: "Junior sister, your spiritual energy is too pure! You don't need so much! It'll explode, ahhh!"
Before he could finish speaking, the verification exploded.
With a loud "boom," the weapon-refining room was burned to ashes.
Those senior students who didn't manage to escape the disaster... emerged from the ruins like dozens of pieces of charcoal.
However, everyone still comforted Nian Wanzhou, who was filled with self-blame: "It's normal that Junior Sister doesn't know how to forge weapons for the first time."
"Yes, yes, it's all our fault. We didn't teach our junior sister well."
"That's right, it's not junior sister's fault at all. Let the senior sisters handle it. Junior sister can just watch from the side!"
To prevent it from being burned to charcoal again.
Or perhaps it was smashed by the junior sister, who was known for her violent and strong nature, and the senior sisters tacitly took over the next step and began refining the weapon.
The first step is quenching and forging.
That piece of raw iron is even better than black iron; it is said to be from ancient times.
Only the Sixth Elder could find such a good thing.
He then gave it to his junior sister for weapon crafting. Although the Sixth Elder was not very reliable, he was never ambiguous when it came to doting on his junior sister.
Can……
The senior female students took turns swinging their hammers and hammering the iron block, quenching and forging it, but the iron block still couldn't take any shape.
On the contrary, a very familiar shape was forged.
By the time they could see clearly...
His expression was inexplicably not good. How did the perfectly good hammer shape turn into a long strip?
How strange, she's really ugly.
When the boatman looked at it late at night, good heavens, it was it again!
Upon closer inspection, everyone realized that this was the destined magical artifact that Junior Sister often collected!
Everyone in the sect knows that every time Junior Sister manages to obtain a magical artifact through various fortuitous encounters, it always turns out to be just a piece of rotten wood.
Ugly wood...
The kind of thing that would be disliked even as a fire poker.
Moreover, everyone else had one weapon, but Junior Sister was special; she found more than a dozen broken sticks as weapons.
What can a body cultivator do with this unknown thing?
Are you kidding me...?
Let's try again!
"Junior sister, are you kidding us with this thing?!" The enraged senior sister threw her beloved pink iron hammer with all her might, almost dying of anger.
The massive iron block, forged through countless hammer blows and repeatedly shaped from raw stone, was being smashed and pounded...
It actually turned into that familiar magic wand/fire stick shape.
Nian Wanzhou: ? ? ? ?
"No, I didn't, Senior Sister Mu, please believe me, I really didn't! I don't know how it turned into this again!!" Nian Wanzhou quickly tried to deny it; she really didn't know.
She personally grabbed a large pink sledgehammer and launched a violent attack, and the result was...
No matter how much you hammer it, it's still the same old dead body.
"I swear, I really didn't mean to play you, I really don't want this magical artifact..."
"Help! It's so ugly, waaaaah..." Nian Wanzhou wondered how to explain it so that her senior sisters wouldn't get angry.
It's so difficult.
Why can't I get rid of this thing? It'll stick with me until I die, right?
She just didn't believe it.
Having been born at the age of five and weighing thirty pounds, the rebellious Nian Wanzhou, weighing nearly twenty-nine pounds, personally took the stage.
In the end, she smashed all the tempering stones, but they didn't necessarily come out in any other shape.
"Senior sister, I really can't explain it... I really didn't mean to cause trouble, otherwise, I wouldn't have gone to so much trouble to ask you all to forge the weapon for me!" Nian Wanzhou sat down on the ground and burst into tears, crying very sincerely.
The rumor that junior sister is a crybaby originated from this.
"Oh dear, junior sister, get up quickly, don't cry on the ground." A senior brother tried to pick up Nian Wanzhou.
As a result, he was pushed aside by the senior female students behind him and rolled to the side.
I watched helplessly as a group of senior female students picked up Nian Wanzhou, who was crying her eyes out, and rubbed her hands and feet like they were comforting a child. They seemed to be very happy with the situation.
The senior student felt as if he had missed some opportunity.
"Junior sister, don't cry, don't be sad. Your senior brothers will definitely help you find a way."
"Yes, junior brother, hurry and find the elder to see if he has any good ideas. We won't stop until we've refined it for our junior sister today."
His ambitious words were spoken.
The most skilled weapon refiners in the sect all came to witness this miraculous event, and even the Third Elder personally came out of seclusion to see it.
Finally, no matter what methods were used, they couldn't change its shape. No matter what they tried, the iron stick remained unchanged, as if mocking everyone's uselessness.
A group of frustrated disciples and elders, utterly humiliated, stood aside, unwilling to speak.
Nian Wanzhou had long since stopped crying and had given up on the idea of changing the magic artifact; at worst, she would just stop using it in the future.
Then, using his special skills, he coaxed them one by one until they finally laughed and stopped insisting.
Afterwards, she took out her treasured black iron and gave it to everyone who had helped her, and only then did they stop and go back to rest. Today was truly unforgettable.
...
Thinking about it makes Nian Wanzhou want to laugh; she used to despise the magic wand.
Now I've finally accepted it and am even playing with it quite smoothly. After all, I've been playing with it for over four years, so it's not that difficult to use.
The only pity is that some of the senior brothers and sisters who helped her back then died in the calamity five years ago, and she didn't even have time to purify them.
Fortunately, five years have passed: the first year she left the sect, the year she was separated from her senior sister, and the three years she left the Qinghu Secret Realm.
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