C12 New Magic Tool Long Sword

Yang Ying turned to Senior Brother Zhao and Wang Mingxuan with an offer they couldn't refuse. "Senior Brother Zhao, Junior Brother Wang, I've got the hind leg of a Water Cloud Beast, freshly killed this afternoon! How about we head out and feast together?"

Before Senior Brother Zhao could even respond, Wang Mingxuan jumped in with enthusiasm. "That's fantastic! I'm already salivating at the thought! Let's get going!"

Senior Brother Zhao hesitated, his mind on other matters. "I was planning to work on refining a magic weapon right now."

But Wang Mingxuan wouldn't take no for an answer and was already ushering him out the door. "Come on, Senior Brother Zhao, we can't miss this rare opportunity to savor the Water Cloud Beast's leg!"

Yang Ying grabbed the beast's leg from inside the house, hefting it onto his shoulder, and followed the others outside. The trio found a secluded corner to settle down in.

With a sly grin, Yang Ying declared, "Prepare to be impressed by my culinary talents!"

Suddenly, he smacked his forehead in realization. "Oh no, I've forgotten the seasonings! I'll head to the canteen to grab some."

"I've got it!" Wang Mingxuan volunteered eagerly. "I'll be right back with them!"

In the meantime, Yang Ying gathered some firewood and had Senior Brother Zhao light it. He reminisced about his past life's barbecues as he scored the meat with his sword, then set the leg on the rack, slowly rotating it over the flames.

Before long, Wang Mingxuan returned, out of breath, with an assortment of paper-wrapped spices and tiny bottles. "Here's salt, oil, and MSG. I wasn't sure what you needed, Senior Brother Yang, so I grabbed a bit of everything!"

Yang Ying brushed the meat with oil, letting it sizzle before adding another coat and seasoning it with chili and salt. He tended to the roast meticulously until its tantalizing aroma wafted through the air.

"The smell is incredible! We're lucky to be tucked away in this corner; otherwise, we might have had other brothers swooping in to share our feast!" Wang Mingxuan commented, his mouth watering.

Inhaling deeply, Senior Brother Zhao couldn't hide his admiration. "Junior Brother Yang, you've been holding out on us! Who knew you were such a master at roasting meat?"

Yang Ying deftly sliced off a generous piece of meat with his long sword and offered it to Senior Brother Zhao, saying, "Senior Brother Zhao, I appreciate your kind words, but really, it's just a little sleight of hand—hardly worth mentioning!"

While speaking, Yang Ying carved another slice and handed it to Wang Mingxuan. "Junior Brother Wang, I have you to thank for this chance encounter with Senior Brother Zhao!"

Yang Ying then tore off a piece for himself and held it in his hand.

Senior Brother Zhao chimed in, "What a shame we don't have any wine today! We'd certainly need to celebrate properly with a drink!"

"Hold on, who says we're out of wine?" Wang Mingxuan produced a jar from his pocket. "I spotted this in the canteen and thought we might enjoy a couple of bowls."

As he spoke, Wang Mingxuan retrieved three small bowls from atop the jar and set them on the ground. With a swift tap on the seal of the jar, a rich aroma of wine filled the air. He quickly filled each bowl to the brim.

Senior Brother Zhao eagerly grabbed a bowl and took a whiff. "Ah, this is the Hundred Fruits Wine from the canteen. Crafted in the style of the famed Monkey Wine, it's beneficial for our cultivation as well."

He paused briefly before adding, "And this wine doesn't come cheap!"

Wang Mingxuan responded, "Indeed, Senior Brother Zhao. I'm surprised you're such a connoisseur! The Spirit Stone for this was a gift from Senior Brother Yang. I just wanted to share the good fortune with you both!"

"To our health!" Yang Ying lifted his bowl.

Together, Yang Ying, Wang Mingxuan, and Senior Brother Zhao raised their bowls and drained them in one gulp. They spent the night in high spirits, thoroughly enjoying themselves before parting ways. Over drinks, they shared recent amusing stories. It came to light that Senior Brother Zhao, full name Zhao Zheng, had a lifelong passion for crafting magic weapons.

When Yang Ying brought up the Water Cloud Beast's scale armor, Senior Brother Zhao's excitement was palpable. "I was so thrilled to see the Water Cloud Beast's blood, I never imagined we'd find such a treasure as its scale armor! We must have him assist in the forging process."

Yang Ying happily agreed to the request.

The following morning, a series of knocks on his door roused Yang Ying from his sleep. "Senior Brother Yang, are you in?" he heard from outside. Rubbing his head, Yang Ying muttered, "It's been a while since I've had a drink; I'm not quite used to it anymore!" He then channeled his True Qi to sober up and instantly felt much better. Rising to his feet, he made his way to the door.

"What can I do for you, Junior Brother Wang?" Yang Ying inquired.

"Senior Brother Yang, I've had a breakthrough! It's all thanks to the Water Cloud Beast meat I ate yesterday. I woke up this morning and just broke through!" Wang Mingxuan exclaimed, his True Qi swirling around him.

Yang Ying gave Wang Mingxuan a thorough once-over and, indeed, Wang Mingxuan had reached the eighth level of Qi Refining. "You were already at the peak of the seventh level, so a breakthrough was to be expected!" Yang Ying said with a smile.

"It's definitely the Water Cloud Beast meat. I could feel my True Qi growing as I ate it last night. Thank you, Senior Brother!" Wang Mingxuan replied. After a brief pause, he added, "Where's your Water Cloud Beast scale armor? I can take it to Senior Brother Zhao for you."

Yang Ying gestured towards a corner of the room. Wang Mingxuan hurried over and pulled out the armor from a backpack on the floor, admiring it, "This is really nice!"

"If you like it that much, it's all yours. Just talk to Senior Brother Zhao about it yourself," Yang Ying offered with a chuckle.

"Then I won't hold back!" Wang Mingxuan said, his face lit up with excitement as he cradled the armor.

Watching Wang Mingxuan's eager departure, Yang Ying couldn't help but smile. He had pondered it all morning; the armor was quite heavy and would hinder his movements. Moreover, he was concerned about becoming reliant on protective gear.

Alone in his room, Yang Ying called up the system interface.

Name: Yang Ying

Identity: Outer Sect Disciple of the Green Cloud Sect

Grade: Red Level

Stage: Qi Refining Nine

Cultivation Techniques: Profound Essence Spell (Perfection), Basic Sword Arts (Perfection), Soaring Movement Arts (Perfection), Gale Fast Sword (Perfection)

Origin Strength: 50

Origin Strength needed for next level-up: 50/1200.

Yang Ying was feeling the pressure with his Origin Strength still 1150 points short.

He estimated that Senior Brother Zhao would need two days to craft a top-grade Magic Tool Long Sword. With that in mind, he made a beeline for the Mission Hall, picked up a couple of missions, and then set off for the Back Mountain.

By the following evening, he was hurrying back to the dormitory where he found Senior Brother Zhao and Junior Brother Wang already there waiting for him. He quickly approached them and asked, "Senior Brother Zhao, Junior Brother Wang, what brings you both here?"

Senior Brother Zhao greeted him with a smile, "I finished the sword this morning. Junior Brother Wang heard you had returned, so we decided to come and wait for you."

He then presented a long sword to Yang Ying, "Give it a try and see how you like it!"

Yang Ying accepted the long sword and channeled his True Qi into it, causing a shimmering watery glow to burst forth. "Is this really a top-grade magic weapon?" he marveled.

Sword in hand, he dashed off to the spot where he had been barbecuing just two days prior.

Witnessing the display of Yang Ying's movement technique, Senior Brother Zhao was inwardly impressed. "Junior Brother Yang's mastery of movement is truly remarkable," he thought to himself.

Zhao Zheng and Wang Mingxuan arrived in quick succession, finding Yang Ying soaring through the air, his long sword slicing through the wind with a howling sound, transporting them into a surreal realm.

After about half an hour, Yang Ying ceased channeling his True Qi and stood firm with his sword. He then approached Zhao Zheng, bowed deeply, and expressed his gratitude, "Thank you, Senior Brother Zhao, for the top-grade Magic Tool Long Sword! It surpasses anything I could have imagined!"

The night before, Senior Brother Zhao had inquired about the kind of sword Yang Ying desired, a question Yang Ying had taken as mere small talk.

Little did he know, Senior Brother Zhao had taken his request to heart and customized the sword accordingly. It was as if the sword had been forged just for him.