I Truly Am The Villian-Chapter 917 - 916: The History of Ming Jian, Weapon Mountain
"Living people can’t always be bound by dead rules,"
Zimo’s contributions to this battle were so immense that not to mention one Weapon Mountain, even ten would not be an exaggeration.
Some things can’t be repaid that simply."
Hearing Venerable Nu’s words, Shi Jian nodded in agreement.
Just like Xu Zimei saving the Stone Race, his kindness couldn’t be repaid with just one or two favors.
"What are you talking about, this ’Weapon Mountain’?" Xu Zimei asked, puzzled.
"Why does it sound so confusing to me?"
"Weapon Mountain is a very famous structure in our Heavenly Dao Academy," Shi Jian hurriedly explained.
"It’s rumored that long ago, one of the ten founding masters of our academy, the Artifact Saint, refined supreme divine artifacts there.
The patterns of the artifacts were carved into this land.
Since then, any Artifact Refiner in the academy who passes away chooses to be buried there, treating this place as a holy land.
And if there are ownerless godly artifacts, they too are buried within this mountain."
"But what does this have to do with refining artifacts?" Xu Zimei inquired.
"Listen, over time, with more and more godly artifacts and more Artifact Refiners passing away there,
a No-Dirt Qi has gradually emerged from the accumulation."
"Yes, this No-Dirt Qi can increase the success rate of weapon refining by at least thirty percent,"
Venerable Nu added from the side. "And if a Heavenly Tribulation descends, this Qi can also lessen its power."
"That’s something I’ve never heard before, interesting," Xu Zimei said with a smile.
"However, powerful as No-Dirt Qi is, Weapon Mountain was once the place where countless predecessors passed away.
Thus, the academy does not allow others to refine there, to avoid disturbing the ancestors," Shi Jian explained.
"But this is a special situation, and I think the dean should agree."
"Then let’s go," Xu Zimei nodded.
...
The Heavenly Dao Academy had just experienced a great battle.
They had to deal with foreign enemies and reorganize the academy after the death of the old ancestors from the Imperial Rule Immortal Sect.
Moreover, many collapsed ruins had to be rebuilt.
As the dean, the lady in the white dress was naturally the busiest.
When Xu Zimei and his companions sought her out, she pondered for a moment and then agreed.
"Go, but try not to disturb the peace there as much as possible."
The group left the inner courtyard of the academy and headed directly to the south.
Venerable Nu knew the way, so he led at the front.
As they traveled southward, the buildings in front of them gradually disappeared.
Pavilions and towers gave way to a jungle.
Weeds grew wild all around, some even taller than the people, exuding a sense of desolation.
Being close to Weapon Mountain, this area seldom saw human activity, so it was ironically the most intact after the great battle at the academy.
"Look there," Venerable Nu raised his hand and pointed ahead, saying,
"That is Weapon Mountain."
Xu Zimei gazed into the distance and saw a very tall mountain at the edge of his vision.
It didn’t pierce the clouds but still stood majestically.
The shape of the mountain resembled a sword, and also seemed like a club, spear, and lance...
Viewed from different angles, it presented various images.
But the distinctive feature was the aura of Weapon Mountain.
It seemed to condense the essence of thousands of weapons.
Just like Xu Zimei once encountered a Battle Body that combined the essence of all weapons into one.
But that was one in ten thousand Battle Bodies.
Plainly speaking, Weapon Mountain was just a place where weapons were stored.
Sometimes, Xu Zimei couldn’t help but marvel at the world’s incredible creations.
...
As they drew closer to Weapon Mountain, they could see the mountain more clearly.
The broken swords, long spears, and all sorts of other weapons embedded in the mountainside.
Some were half-buried, with the remaining half discolored by the rain and sun.
Many more weapons were buried within this great mountain.
As the three climbed to the summit of Weapon Mountain, they felt a prickling at their backs.
It was as if they were being targeted by something tremendously terrifying.
Their souls and bodies alike were wracked with discomfort.
"No worries, don’t harbor any hostility. Let’s head straight to the mountaintop," Venerable Nu advised.
The trio continued their ascent along the mountain path.
"The Drunken Rain Sword, three feet in length,
was the blade wielded by the Swordsman of Drunken Rain in his day, summoning storms and thunder at its unsheathing, wine surging like waves to Heaven Edge.
Later, as the Swordsman of Drunken Rain passed away here, this sword too never saw the light of day again."
Along the way, Venerable Nu would introduce some of the renowned weapons they encountered to the two companions.
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"The Sunlight Spear,
was the signature weapon of Ancestor of Sunlight in his time, with his Sunlight Spear in hand, friends vanished without a trace across Heaven Edge."
"The Dragon Binding Rope,
able to leap over stars or dive into dragon seas. Its unfurling causes even ghosts to worry, the proudest creation of the legendary weapon master You Zi Cheng."
Following Venerable Nu’s voice as it permeated the mountainside, the two were able to rekindle these tales, long buried and even forgotten.
There were many powerful beings in this world, but even more had been forgotten by people.
Because what people remember forever are only those few at the pinnacle.
Others, if they do not appear, will gradually be forgotten by the world, by this mortal realm.
...
An hour later, the three arrived at the summit without mishap.
Weapon Mountain was situated in the southern corner, and from its peak, one could just make out a quarter of the expanse of the Heavenly Dao Academy.
Their expressions were mixed.
"Let’s do it here," ordered Venerable Nu.
"Zimei and I will act as protectors while you forge. You must succeed."
Shi Jian nodded firmly.
For an artifact refiner, successfully crafting a divine weapon was a glory of its own.
When Xu Zimei took out the Supreme Hammer and the Nine-Bend Godly Flames, the void around them began to shift.
He then took out the True Divine Sword.
Five fragments, and the Sword Spirit.
"What a sword," Shi Jian exclaimed in admiration.
"The material of this sword is rarely seen in the world. I’ve forged swords for so many years, and not a single one could compare to this blade.
No, not just compare—none even had the right to be mentioned in the same breath."
He held the sword as one might gaze upon a flawless piece of jade, with a glint shining in his eyes.
"This sword was actually perfectly crafted once before, only now it’s shattered and needs to be reforged."
Xu Zimei explained.
"Nothing needs changing, just rebuild it in its original form."
"Rest assured," Shi Jian nodded emphatically.
"This sword will certainly become famous throughout the world.
And it will be one of a kind."
Xu Zimei smiled and said nothing.
He didn’t care whether the True Divine Sword would become famous. He needed the True Divine Sword to open the Ancient Heavenly Court.
To use it as a key.
Then, he would destroy it to reforge Tyrant Shadow.
Tyrant Shadow was his true love.
Shi Jian sat cross-legged, not rushing to start the forging.
Instead, he closed his eyes to rest and rejuvenate, to bring his Essence, Qi, and Spirit to their peak condition.
