"Yan" also had some curiosity about the plague gourd.
Logically speaking, a severely damaged, low-grade spiritual artifact that has not recognized a master should not be able to withstand its refinement.
But previously, it had tried its best, yet it couldn't refine the gourd even slightly.
If it weren't for Lu Qing's help with the array power in the cave, it would have lost face big time.
Therefore, it was quite curious about the plague gourd.
However, without Lu Qing's consent, it was not appropriate for it to investigate him in detail.
Now, Yan has also realized this.
The reason Lu Qing was so ruthless to the Plague Old Ghost was that he didn't even give him a chance to beg for mercy.
Even if it means the Plague Gourd loses its rank, we must refine it to death.
It was certainly because that old devil had repeatedly spoken disrespectfully to him and made sarcastic remarks.
But more likely, it's a warning to it.
If it continues to try to negotiate with Lu Qing at the drop of a hat, its future fate will probably not be much better than that of the plague-ridden old ghost.
Realizing Lu Qing's ruthlessness, "Yan" couldn't help but change his attitude.
No longer looking down on this young upstart.
She was even somewhat relieved that she had agreed to Lu Qing's suggestion back then.
Otherwise, given this kid's petty nature, I might really be in grave danger.
However, although its attitude has changed, it is impossible for "Yan" to suddenly call Lu Qing its master; it is too proud to do so.
"Something's strange?"
Lu Qing looked at the gourd, but since he was only a wisp of divine soul consciousness and could not use his special abilities, he could not see through the gourd's true nature.
With a thought, the soul and consciousness return to the physical body.
With a wave of his hand, the Fire Cauldron spat out a gourd of plague, which landed in Lu Qing's hand.
Then he activated his supernatural ability and looked towards the gourd.
After a while, a faint purple light of supernatural power emerged from the gourd.
Several notes floated out.
"Purple light?"
Lu Qing was slightly startled.
According to "Yan", the plague gourd has dropped in quality and is no longer a spiritual artifact.
But it can still emit a purple light?
He quickly looked at the messages on the note.
Then he saw that the message that appeared in the plague gourd this time was different from the one he had seen before.
【Treasure Gourd: A damaged, high-grade treasure artifact.】
【The natal magic weapon of the Plague Elder, a powerful heretical cultivator from the ancient era of cultivation.】
【Originally a spiritual artifact, it was destroyed by the spirit of the Li Huo Cauldron using the power of Li Huo, which destroyed its restrictions and killed the spirit that was transformed from the Plague Elder. Its grade dropped, and it became a high-grade treasure.】
【Because its spirit has been extinguished and its restrictions destroyed, the evil energy within this magical artifact has been completely purified, and it no longer contains any evil power, thus becoming an ordinary magical artifact.】
【In the ancient era of cultivation, when the Plague Elder was forging this treasure, he inadvertently incorporated a piece of chaotic divine iron. This, by a twist of fate, gave birth to a spirit, transforming the treasure into a spiritual artifact.】
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"Chaos Divine Iron?!"
When Lu Qing finished reading the note on the gourd in his hand, a look of extreme surprise appeared in his eyes.
He never expected that the Plague Gourd had once been infused with the Chaos Divine Iron, a supreme treasure, by the Plague Old Ghost.
It should be noted that in the records of the Li Huo Sect, Chaos Divine Iron is a supreme divine iron that is far more precious than meteorite iron from outer space.
It is a treasure for crafting artifacts that any cultivator dreams of.
That old plague demon actually had such good fortune; he once obtained a piece of it.
"Young master, what did you say? This gourd contains Chaos Divine Iron?!"
Yan was equally surprised when he heard Lu Qing's words.
"That's right. When that plague-ridden old devil was refining this gourd, he somehow managed to incorporate a piece of chaotic divine iron into it."
Perhaps that's why you couldn't refine it before.
"What other method could it be? That Plague Old Ghost's weapon-forging techniques are extremely crude!"
There was no clever technique used at all; it was purely due to the inherent divine power of the Chaos Divine Iron that it was able to successfully integrate into the gourd!
After being shocked for a long time, Yan suddenly realized what was going on.
"I was puzzled before. The crafting technique of this plague gourd is not sophisticated, and the restrictions are also very crude."
That old plague demon wasn't originally known for his weapon crafting skills.
Yet, he, at the initial stage of the Nascent Soul realm, was able to forge a spiritual weapon perfectly suited to himself.
It turns out it was all because he had once obtained a piece of Chaos Divine Iron!
As the sect's most prized spiritual artifact, "Yan" has been used to refine countless magical treasures and elixirs.
He was a master in both weapon crafting and alchemy.
It had already discovered this when it invaded the Plague Gourd with the power of the Fire.
The refining technique inside the Plague Gourd was not sophisticated; in its view, it could even be described as crude.
Logically speaking, with such a crude refining method, the Plague Gourd should not have been able to nurture a spirit and transform into a spiritual artifact.
Now it understands that it was all because of its excellent foundation, with a piece of chaotic divine iron integrated into the gourd.
"Young master, this is wonderful news!"
"Yan" congratulated Lu Qing, saying, "This gourd has incorporated Chaos Divine Iron, so its foundation is excellent and its potential is limitless."
It is the best embryo of one's natal magic treasure.
Now, I have almost completely destroyed the restrictions that the plague demon had put into the gourd.
The plague and disease within were also swept away.
This is the perfect time to refine it and make it one's own natal magic weapon!
"A natal magic weapon?"
Lu Qing looked at the gray gourd in his hand.
"Indeed, this gourd contains primordial divine iron, encompassing all things, and can be adapted to any cultivator."
That old plague demon probably doesn't know its value and is unaware of the wonders of the Chaos Divine Iron.
That would be to refine it into an evil treasure that can only contain plague energy, which is a complete waste of its potential.
Young sir, your skills are quite diverse; this gourd is the perfect magical artifact for you.
Lu Qing looked at the gourd, lost in thought.
Having inherited the legacy of the Li Huo Sect, he naturally knew about some of the extraordinary properties of the Chaos Divine Iron.
I understand that what Yan said was not unfounded.
This gourd, infused with primordial divine iron, is extremely malleable and indeed very suitable for him.
After all, as Yan said, his knowledge was too diverse, especially since he also cultivated the 【Five Elements Body Refining Technique】 and possessed the spiritual power of the five elements.
Magic items with a single attribute, or even multiple attributes, are not suitable as one's natal magic item.
This gourd, infused with the Chaos Divine Iron, encompasses all things and perfectly aligns with his cultivation technique.
"Alright, I'll refine it into my own natal magic weapon! However, I'm afraid I'll need your help in this process, 'Yan'."
After thinking for a while, Lu Qing made a decision immediately.
"Of course."
"Yan" smiled, for crafting magical artifacts was its forte.
Lu Qing immediately made a hand seal, opened the Fire Cauldron, and threw the gray gourd over.
A flame rose up and swallowed the gourd.
Then Lu Qing's mind entered the Fire Cauldron, and together with "Yan", he activated the fire power in the cauldron to refine the gourd.
This step, naturally, is to completely remove the restrictions that the Plague Elder had once placed inside the gourd, in order to prevent future troubles.
Without the blessing and operation of the artifact spirit, the remaining restrictions in the gourd are useless to the flames of the Li Huo Ding.
It was quickly refined away, leaving no trace.
The gourd was thoroughly cleaned inside and out to ensure there were no flaws.
Lu Qing then began to activate the power of the Fire Cauldron, refining his own restrictions inside the gourd.
Watching Lu Qing skillfully refine the restrictions into the gourd, Yan was quite shocked.
Because it discovered that Lu Qing was using a secret weapon-refining technique that it was extremely familiar with, unique to the Li Huo Sect.
It is precisely because of this that Lu Qing was able to easily mobilize the power of the fire within the cauldron to refine the gourd.
"Where exactly did this kid get the inheritance of the Li Huo Sect?"
Could it be that, in that battle back then, some supreme elder actually managed to escape and leave behind a legacy elsewhere?
Yan was both shocked and puzzled.
In that battle, the Li Huo Sect fought with all its might against the enemy.
In the end, almost all the experts in the sect died, and several grand elders and the sect leader all perished on the spot.
Only the young sect leader, carrying the severely damaged creature, managed to escape with the desperate cover of the other elders, and hid in a secret stronghold built by the Li Huo Sect.
However, not long after arriving at that secret place, the young sect leader also suffered severe injuries to his soul and could not recover.
Finally, after leaving behind most of the Li Huo Sect's legacy in the Li Huo Cauldron, he died and his Dao vanished.
Logically speaking, there shouldn't be anyone else besides it who knows about the various core techniques of the Li Huo Sect.
Where did Lu Qing learn his authentic and unparalleled Li Huo Sect weapon-refining technique from?
The meaning of "炎" is still unclear.
It never imagined that such a bizarre existence as Lu Qing would exist in the world.
Without needing instruction, one can directly download and simulate all the legacy left behind by the young sect master of the Li Huo Sect using their own special abilities.
Otherwise, its fear of Lu Qing would probably increase dramatically.
Just as Lu Qing was concentrating on refining his natal magic weapon in the Jade Transformation Cave.
In a mysterious place that is difficult to describe, on a huge mountain suspended in mid-air, there is a magnificent and imposing temple and monks' quarters.
Among them, in the most magnificent and solemn Mahavira Hall, many monks dressed in kasaya robes stood.
The leader, a stout monk in a red robe, was looking at the young monk kneeling before him with a serious expression.
"Say it again, what happened in the Soul Tower?"
The little monk, kneeling on the ground, cried, "Reporting to the Grand Elder, today when I went to clean the Soul Tower, I discovered that the soul lamps of Grandmaster Uncle Xuanming and Grandmaster Uncle Xuannu had all gone out!"
Upon hearing this, the elder, dressed in a red kasaya, swayed slightly and almost lost his footing.
The monks around were even more shocked, almost doubting whether they had misheard.
When a person dies, their lamp goes out; when the soul lamp goes out, it means that Elder Xuanming and the others have actually perished.
Fortunately, the Grand Elder had good composure and quickly calmed down.
He asked in a deep voice, "What exactly happened? Tell me the truth!"
"Yes!" The little monk stopped crying and sobbed, "It's my turn to clean the Soul Tower today."
The disciple hadn't noticed it at first, but when he cleaned the floor where the soul lamp was enshrined...
Looking up, he saw that the soul lamp of his grandmaster Xuanming had been extinguished.
Not only that, but also Grandmaster Xuan Nu, as well as many other elders and senior brothers who went out this time.
Their soul lamps have all gone out!
The little monk's voice was shrill, and he was terrified.
Because he actually slacked off this time when cleaning.
He was supposed to go to the Soul Tower to clean three days ago, but he slacked off for a few days because of some things.
After all, there are usually very few people coming and going from the Soul Tower.
In addition, it is protected by a formation and is already very clean. Even if it is not cleaned for ten days or half a month, it is extremely difficult for dust to accumulate.
He used to be lazy and not clean, and nothing ever happened.
Who knew that this time I would be so unlucky, that such a big thing would happen.
The young monk was extremely uneasy. He wondered how the elder would punish him if he found out that the elder had been slacking off.
Fortunately, the news brought by the young monk was truly shocking.
So none of the monks noticed the strangeness on his face.
"Quickly, get to the Soul Tower immediately!"
The elder looked at the broad, stout body, which was surprisingly agile.
They disappeared into the main hall in an instant.
The other monks also used their movement techniques to rush towards the Soul Tower.
In an instant, only the little monk, covered in cold sweat, quietly got up from the ground and ran out of the main hall.
Before long, the Grand Elder and his party arrived at the Soul Tower.
Looking at the row of extinguished soul lamps, his face turned ashen, and his eyes revealed grief and indignation.
Because he sensed that the spiritual energy left behind by Junior Brother Xuanming and the others in the soul lamp had completely dissipated.
"Who on earth is so audacious as to harm the people of Suspended Mountain!"
Even with the Grand Elder's composure, he felt a chill in his hands and feet amidst his grief and indignation.
It should be noted that Junior Brother Xuanming was carrying several of the temple's most precious treasures with him on this trip, including even the Vajra Pestle.
With those treasures and the help of their fellow disciples, no one should be able to harm them in the outside world where spiritual energy has only just begun to recover.
But now their soul lamps have all gone out.
Just how powerful were the people who killed them?
"Could it be those three old immortals on the Holy Mountain who made the move, or was it someone from one of the other secret realms?"
The elder instinctively felt a sense of crisis rising within him.
Could it be that there's some kind of conspiracy targeting their Suspended Mountain?
"No matter who did it, we must find out! Elder, this matter cannot be left unresolved!"
A monk cried out in grief and indignation.
"Indeed, in tens of thousands of years, no one has ever dared to harm the people of Suspended Mountain like this. We must find out who did it!"
"Once it's discovered, even if they're from other secret locations, they must pay for their crimes in blood!"
...
The monks were filled with righteous indignation.
Many of the monks who went out this time had close relationships with them.
Some of them were even the most outstanding disciples of some of the people here.
Now, to their dismay, he has died in the outside world, a death shrouded in mystery. How can they possibly accept this?
The elder looked at the monks, whose faces were full of anger, and immediately nodded and said, "This matter must be thoroughly investigated."
Xuan Yi, go to the Wujian Tower and have them send people out to find out what exactly happened.
I will go up the mountain and report this matter to the abbot.
