Wei Qinghe's expression was solemn. She hesitated for a moment and asked, "How can you be so sure that those are the remains of Master Fang?"
She didn't know what Fang Buwei's motives were in preserving the remains of the old master Fang.
Despite it being a heavy topic, Fang Buwei answered very carefully: "Grandfather has a thumb ring on his hand and an injury on his leg."
Wei Qinghe told everyone to split up and search for clues, while she followed Fang Buwei to the secret room.
Although the Weapon Refining Manor was destroyed, it was still a secret chamber of the Weapon Refining Manor, and it was not good for too many people to know about it.
Traces of past battles can be seen everywhere along the way.
After passing through many secret chambers, I saw many refined magical artifacts. I wondered if the people who wiped out the family hadn't found this place, or if it wasn't for these things, but they hadn't taken everything.
Before long, they finally arrived at the deepest secret room, where a square box was placed in the center.
Even from a distance, Wei Qinghe could sense the box emanating waves of ice elemental power.
Fang, not being familiar with the place, went over and opened the box.
What comes into view is a crystal square box, inside which are an arm and a leg.
“Fellow Daoist Wei, you have had contact with my grandfather, so you should recognize this ring.” Fang Buwei felt the edge of the crystal box, and his hands were quickly covered with a layer of frost.
However, the remains inside the box were not frozen and appeared to have been kept fresh.
Wei Qinghe stepped forward and carefully examined the inside. The thick calluses on her hands, which were adorned with a thumb ring, had turned black, clearly indicating poisoning.
“This is indeed Master Fang’s thumb ring…and this hand is his too.”
She could even recall how this hand had taught her to control fire to condense the tempering fire.
Even though she wasn't from the weapon-refining manor, the kind old man taught her without reservation.
Why did such a good person have to be brutally murdered, with not even a complete corpse left?
"Can I open it and take a look? Will the preservation effect of this magical artifact be lost if I open it?"
I can tell it's poisoned, but I don't know what kind of poison it is.
Fang Buwei seemed to know a lot about this magical artifact, and he also trusted Wei Qinghe, saying, "Opening it won't have any impact, and it'll be fine as long as you don't leave it for too long."
He immediately opened the ice box, and Wei Qinghe gently placed her hand on top of it, her divine sense moving rapidly.
However, in an instant, her expression became even more serious.
Seeing the change in Wei Qinghe's expression, Fang Buwei knew that Wei Qinghe must have discovered something.
A moment later, Wei Qinghe withdrew her divine sense and hand. "All done."
Fang Buwei asked eagerly, "How is it?"
Wei Qinghe's voice choked with emotion, "I was poisoned by a poison called Thousand Machines, and all the bones in my body were shattered..."
"Who could be so inhumane!" Fang Buwei was almost driven mad; he couldn't imagine what kind of suffering Old Master Fang had gone through before his death.
"That Thousand Machine Technique has long been lost. I only saw it in ancient books, which shows that the other party's identity is not simple."
Wei Qinghe's gaze fell on the ring again. "That ring is the heirloom of Master Fang. As the only survivor of the Weapon Refining Manor, you should take it."
After saying that, she used her spiritual power to remove the ring.
The moment the ring reached Wei Qinghe's hand, it immediately emitted a soft light, within which the phantom image of Master Fang appeared.
"Qinghe, by the time you get this ring, I will already be dead. Don't be sad, crying isn't pretty."
Only Qinghe can open this ring. I left some things for you. Actually, I never thought this day would come. If my wicked son is still alive after you get this ring, please help him for my sake…”
Old Master Fang actually left his last words in the ring. He deliberately provoked the other party to cut off his own arm and leg, just so that Wei Qinghe would find them.
He kept asking Wei Qinghe to help Fang Buwei, hoping that Wei Qinghe could take Fang Buwei in even though the weapon-refining manor was not there.
Despite constantly complaining about Fang Buwei, all he ever wanted in death was for Fang Buwei to live a good life.
If Fang Buwei is no longer here or his whereabouts are unknown, the ring and its contents should be given to Wei Qinghe.
Fang Buwei burst into tears. He had always complained that his grandfather was too strict with him.
"Grandfather, I was wrong, I was wrong. I shouldn't have been lazy, I shouldn't have disobeyed you..."
If he had been at the Weapon Forging Manor that day, perhaps the manor wouldn't have been wiped out.
Wei Qinghe remembered the hint the old manor lord had given her, so she opened the inconspicuous ring.
They took out a lot of things at once: fragments, ancient books, rare and precious materials, some design drawings, and a little yellow dog that hadn't even opened its eyes yet.
"Big Yellow!" Wei Qinghe casually handed the ring to Fang Buwei, then picked up the little yellow dog.
The contracted beast of Master Fang looks like a big yellow dog, but it is actually an eighth-order spirit beast, the Yellow Wind Thousand Mile Wolf.
“It’s not rhubarb; it has a lightning bolt mark on its forehead.” Fang Buwei was more familiar with rhubarb than Wei Qinghe.
"This should be the contracted beast that Master Fang prepared for you."
Wei Qinghe handed the little yellow dog to Fang Buwei, then picked up the things on the ground and accidentally discovered a very strange design drawing.
It is an umbrella, but it is not like an ordinary one. During its forging, many offensive materials were added. For each material added, a spirit talisman was placed inside. The spirit talismans were layered together, making it extremely powerful.
Just as she was about to put the design drawings away, Wei Qinghe suddenly unfolded them one by one.
Fang Buwei hadn't paid close attention, but Wei Qinghe's actions were definitely suspicious. "Fellow Daoist Wei, what's wrong?"
Wei Qinghe pointed out several unusual places, "These places, when connected together, form a Yin-gathering array."
This umbrella itself is an extremely powerful magical artifact, and it's been layered with talismans... If the talismans that normally enhance spiritual power were replaced with talismans that attract yin energy or even worse...
Both of them were stunned, clearly not daring to think any further.
But she couldn't help but keep thinking about it. A dark light flickered in Wei Qinghe's eyes. "Do you know that Master Fang crafted this umbrella? The undead in the Weapon Refining Manor might have been created by that umbrella."
Fang Buwei shook his head, feeling guilty and ashamed. He rarely went home, so he had no idea about the umbrella.
However, he could imagine, "Once we find out who has this umbrella, we'll know who killed everyone in my weapon-refining manor."
Wei Qinghe felt that Fang Buwei's words made sense, but she also felt that there must be some huge conspiracy hidden behind the umbrella.
“Come back to the Spirit Sect with me. Before you become strong enough, you will just be an ordinary disciple of the Spirit Sect.”
This is the best protection the other party can offer. If they find out that there are still survivors in the Refining Manor, Fang Buwei might not survive.
Fang Buwei actually had the same idea. The Spirit Sect included all kinds of cultivators, and his entry as a weapon refiner would not attract much attention.
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