Chapter 97: No Use, No Rescue

The weapon commonly used by Bei Qi was an eight-part folding fan called Weitang.

The fan was very beautiful, with a gorgeous and unique appearance. The feather pieces pasted on it were all rare items, including the tail feathers of the Peacock King and the scales of a mermaid... The original fan bones were made of thousand-year-old small-leaf sandalwood, which was a pretty good thing.

But in He Cen's eyes, he could get Bei Qi something better.

Since it is a commonly used weapon, it naturally has to suit him best.

People in the world of cultivation are used to giving their own magical instruments a name. Bei Qi likes his folding fan very much. Not only is the fan beautiful, but the name Wei Tang is also kind, sounding like a pretty and gentle little girl.

He Cen took his fan and took a look at it. "Your weapons all feel very spiritual~"

He is the most powerful sword spirit, and is considered the best among all weapon spirits in this world. Wei Tang was defeated by He Cen, and he also got close to him.

Bei Qi leaned down to study the fan with him. "You said you wanted to find some other materials. What are they?"

He Cen searched his memory and spoke slowly, "Weeping Soul Treasure Water and Shocking Rainbow Illusion Dew, these two can improve your illusion skills and also strengthen your spiritual attack."

"I also want to find you some Nine Star Silk to stabilize the fan. It can enhance your demonic power and increase Wei Tang's defense."

Bei Qi listened carefully, "Then do we need to dismantle the original old materials?"

He Cen shook his head. "No, no, no, this is good enough now. Just add things to it. This way it won't affect your normal use. We may not be able to find all the materials at once, so just add them in slowly."

"This treasure is very strong and can help you store spiritual energy. In addition, the ten thousand year old ironwood has the effect of filtering and purifying, which will provide an extra layer of defense."

"You have your own innate demonic fire, you can just refine it and fuse it in. Here you go."

After saying that, he handed the fan back to Bei Qi.

The little sword spirit's words were not difficult to understand. Although they were relatively unfamiliar with some of the materials it mentioned, judging from the literal meaning of the names, they were indeed good things that fit the identity of the Northern Qi Demon King.

He Cen was never stingy with the treasures stored in his memory. He screened them over and over again and tried his best to help the four of them.

The treasure had already been taken out, and he urged Bei Qi to refine it into the fan, and put away his own part of the treasure first.

Wen Qing and Jun Chao were very concerned about him. "When are you going to make the scabbard for He He's sword?"

He Cen sighed softly, "It's still early, let's talk about it later..."

If he wants to rebel against his master, the sword must be broken and reshaped. The process is very painful. According to the spiritual memory left by the Lord Sword Spirit, the method of reshaping is also very long and complicated. It is not an easy task.

During this period of time, he has been cared for and loved by several masters, and He Cen is actually very grateful to them in his heart.

After all, in this world, it is easier to add flowers to brocade than to provide timely assistance.

Any love you give is precious.

Although he knew that they might want the magic sword to help them explore the method of ascension and make some use of it, He Cen did not object. Instead, he felt that this was a more normal interaction.

He never believed that someone in this world would suddenly fall in love with you, so he felt safe and secure after calculating the benefits.

But the risk of him rebelling against his master was too great. He was sure of success, but he was not sure of controlling the movements and emotions of the four masters. Without him, would the masters fight each other, would they argue to the point of chaos, and would they do something even more extreme...

He didn't dare to think too much about these things, so he never told Jun Chao and others the price he paid for his rebellion against his master.

Now that the strategy girl has changed her identity, her practice may be improving by leaps and bounds, and the risk of him rebelling against his master is even greater. He Cen feels quite pressured, but he just endures it and says nothing.

Some roads are meant to be walked alone. No matter how much Jun Chao and the others dote on him, they can't help him.

There was something wrong with the little sword spirit, and those big guys could see it. However, He Cen was unwilling to tell them, so they could not force him to ask. After Bo Lou carefully quenched the spiritual vein from beginning to end with the spiritual power fire, he looked at him and said, "Ancestor, why do you look so gloomy?"

"Tired?"

He Cen shook his head and reached out for him to hug him.

Lord Demon had just used up his spiritual power and strange fire, and the aura around him was warm and lively. It was so comfortable to hold him in my arms.

Bo Lou smiled and patted him on the back. "Why do you, such a small person, worry so much every day?"

"Master gave you a new gadget."

He Cen tilted his head, "What?"

Bo Lou took out a pair of silver bells from his storage ring, and waved them in front of He Cen with his slender fingers on the string. "This is the auspicious thousand-tone bell. It can transmit sound thousands of miles away. No matter where you are, as long as we four can reach you, we can find you immediately."

"Bring it with you. Don't lose it. If you lose it, Master won't be able to find you."

He Cen felt warm in his heart, took the bell and put it around his waist obediently.

"Really? Can you find me no matter how far away I am?"

Bo Lou nodded seriously, "Really, I made it especially for you."

He Cen lowered his head and touched the intricately patterned, stunningly beautiful silver bell, and lowered his voice a little, "If one day in the future, I am no longer useful to you, can you still come to save me?"

Bo Lou was silent for a while. He Cen felt a chill in his heart and subconsciously looked up at his masters.

The three men from Jun Chao looked at him with firm and gentle eyes. Bo Lou spoke in a gentle voice, "I will save you even if it's useless. I will save you no matter how far you are from me."

He Cen breathed a sigh of relief, but he was actually quite afraid that when he broke his sword and rebelled against his master in the future, no one would come to clean up the mess for him.

He patted the silver bell on his body, and his face looked better. "Thank you, Master. I like this little bell very much. I will take it with me wherever I go~"

Bo Lou touched his head without saying anything. The people from Jun Chao were so smart that they could guess a lot of what was on He Cen's mind from some of his micro-expressions, which of course gave him enough sense of security.

Bei Qi over there also moved quickly and soon merged the Iron Bone Treasure into the Weitang fan. When he used his innate demon fire, the furry fox ears on his head and the nine big tails behind him would be released, his fingernails would grow longer, and his forehead would be dazzling red.

Normally when he walked in the mortal world, he would pretend to have black hair, but now he has beautiful silver hair, and at the end of his eyes there are colorful lines condensed from special magic power, which makes him both charming and charming.

It looks amazing.

He Cen stared at the beautiful lady from Bei Qi, wanting to touch her ears.

After waiting for a long time, Bei Qi's demonic power gradually subsided. He opened his pair of red demonic eyes and stared at He Cen.

The fox beauty smiled and said, "Hehe~ Are you obsessed with your master~"