Chapter 214: Chapter 133: Tempering the Golden Body in Fire, the Supreme Treasure’s Wild Ambition (Part 2)

Haha, great, I never thought I, Han Wushang, would have a day to return to the Primordial Sect. The elders, upon hearing this news, would surely be incredulous."

"Come, come, I have a gift for you."

Before Chen Ping could speak, he dragged the still-confused Ninth Disciple into the room, and carefully pulled out a box from under the bed. Opening the box revealed a pitch-black long sword.

The sword is three feet six inches long, three fingers wide, and polished on eight sides.

The sword body has countless scale-like patterns, seemingly born naturally, like dragon fish scales, which can of course be called dragon scales.

"This is the combat sword once wielded by our fifth-generation ancestor Han Chong, who wielded it all over the world. Though unremarkable at first glance, it is forged from the rare iron of a meteor beyond the heavens, weighing two hundred and thirty-eight jin, unusable by most people."

At this point, Han Wushang felt a bit embarrassed.

Back then, when Xiaorou and I first joined the Primordial Sect, we were full of ambition, thinking that one day, with Golden Body Perfection in hand, we would sweep across the world, revitalizing the prestige of Primordial.

But, so many years have passed.

This sword remains pressed under the bed, with no hope of seeing the light of day.

Though Han Wushang looks tall and rugged, he actually is meticulous.

He had long noticed that Chen Ping’s treasured sword shattered when it went head-to-head against Shusun Xiao’s Desert Wind Saber imbued with Innate True Qi.

Later, he replaced it with an ordinary Hundred-Forged Refined Steel Sword.

That sword obviously wouldn’t last long, probably needing replacement after just one fierce battle.

This is the tricky part about being a Body Refining Martial Artist, particularly weapon-consuming.

Because, before reaching the level of an Outer Gang Grandmaster, Vigorous Force cannot extend beyond the body to imbue weapons.

Although the attack power is not lacking and takes advantage of heavy moves... But compared to Qi Cultivation Innate, with Inner Qi imbuing the weapon, it provides much less protection.

Ordinary weapons are really not durable.

Forget about constant hacking, even applying too much force might crush the refined steel.

Especially at Chen Ping’s level.

Goodness.

His Primordial Golden Body cultivated to the Innate Realm, his strength is at least eighteen thousand to twenty thousand jin, yet one touch sent someone flying.

When confronting him hand-to-hand, it felt like facing a giant mountain of steel, rather than a person.

This disciple, despite his gentle and handsome appearance, can casually muster a strength of two or three thousand jin, is that even human?

The sword I can’t use is perfect for him.

"Two hundred and thirty-eight jin?"

Chen Ping wielded the sword, finding it incredibly comfortable and fitting, a slight swing causing a deep, droning sound through the air...

Is this really a sword? It’s heavier than a hammer.

However, it suits him perfectly.

"Good sword."

"Of course, it’s a good sword. This sword is called Black Dragon. Wielding it in battle, not even the renowned divine weapons of the world can harm it.

The advantage of this sword lies not only in its weight and sturdiness but also how powerful it is depending on your own strength.

Moreover, it has an added benefit: besides Blood Essence, Spiritual Power and Spiritual Qi transmission meet resistance... In the future, even if faced with the most bizarre techniques, with this sword in hand, you can still fend them off."

Chen Ping understood the meaning behind these words.

People always say weapons are extensions of the limbs, but in this world, it’s not just a metaphor, but a reality.

As extensions, they can naturally be linked by blood and heart, connected mentally, with True Qi refining being nothing out of the ordinary.

Once reaching the level of Innate Grandmaster, especially a True Gang Grandmaster, some people’s weapons will develop Spirituality.

When weapons meet, besides the True Qi and Gang Qi coming alive, they follow the weapon to slay the enemy.

Even more formidable are various strange Spiritual attack techniques that will accompany the weapon for dual onslaught.

Without a means to counter these, no matter how strong you are, nor how heavy the weapon, a strange attack could see the sword slip from your grip, rendering you defenseless.

Yet this sword does not have that issue.

Its sword body has resistance, besides Blood Essence Qi, other True Qi, Spiritual Qi, and Spiritual Power cannot be transmitted.

To the Body Refining Martial Cultivator, it is evidently a treasure.

No wonder, when held, it feels as if it’s part of one’s own flesh and blood, giving a sense of connection.

Turns out it naturally aligns with one’s Essence and Blood Qi.

What metal could be so magical?

"This is too valuable..."

Although Chen Ping liked the sword, he didn’t want to take what someone cherished.

Han Wushang treated this sword like a treasure, taking it just like this, wouldn’t that be inappropriate?

"Why the formality?"

Sima Rou intervened, firmly pressing the Black Sword into Chen Ping’s hands, "Don’t be courteous with your master. Giving it to him is fine, it’s too heavy for him anyway."

"Uh, Xiaorou, must you be so blunt?"

Han Wushang felt genuinely awkward.

Though he was broad-minded, unconcerned with others’ opinions, and pleased that the Martial Hall produced a disciple stronger than himself.

However, being openly discussed like this by his wife was a tad embarrassing.

"There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. My disciple has the bearing of Divine Martial, destined to astonish the world one day. Losing to him is no shame. Having less strength than him is nothing unusual."

Sima Rou spoke with confidence.

As for ability, she, Sima Rou, might not even rank in the top three hundred in the world.

But when it comes to judging disciples, she believed that claiming a top three position worldwide left no room for objection.

"Weren’t you talking about Celestial List potential? Now it’s Divine Martial?"

Han Wushang was mystified.

Sima Rou chuckled, "I suddenly felt that even the achievements of the Celestial List don’t do my disciple justice.

With Xiaojiu’s exceptional talent, it’s very likely that one day, he’ll surpass the Celestial List and reach the Divine Martial Level."