12dz Chapter 32: Choosing a Spiritual Weapon
Chapter 32: Choosing a Spiritual Weapon
Qi-refining artifacts, foundation-building spiritual artifacts, and golden elixir magic treasures.
This is what Fang Yun knows about the specific distinctions between ritual implements.
Like elixirs and talismans, they are divided into three levels.
As for going further up, there is the fourth-order inheritance corresponding to the Nascent Soul level.
Fang Yun was someone who had never heard of before.
This land has not seen the descent of a Nascent Soul True Monarch for thousands of years.
Old Master Fang did not lead him to the treasure vault of Purple Bamboo Mountain.
The truly valuable items and family heirlooms were all carried by him, a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
With a wave of his hand, he took out five magical artifacts from his storage bag.
They are all very well maintained, each with a different shape, and bathed in the glow of the setting sun.
The Purple Green Lake has a history of eight hundred years, and every Foundation Establishment cultivator who has died there.
They would all leave behind their weapons as a legacy for future generations of their clan.
Fang Yun, with his keen senses, looked directly at the magical artifact with the strongest magical energy fluctuations.
It was a scroll, not yet fully unrolled.
You can hear the sound of the sea rushing in, the waves crashing, and the mist rising.
Fang Yun had seen it before; it was a magical artifact of the array path, capable of releasing floodwaters to form a trapping array.
It is extremely powerful.
I never expected that Old Master Fang would be willing to take it out.
In addition, there were two flying swords, a short halberd, and a set of flying needles.
Unfortunately, very few items fit the Wood elemental root; only the flying sword and the long needle do.
After thinking it over, Fang Yun finally chose the flying needle set.
He possesses the top-grade magical artifact, the Burning Wood Sword, as well as scraps left over from the Evergreen Wood, which he plans to upgrade into a second-tier spiritual artifact in the future.
The reason he didn't do it in Immortal City before was because he was poor.
The spirit stones in his pocket were cleaner than his face.
This set of flying needles is called the Five Elements Needles, a second-tier low-grade needle. Each needle is more than half a foot long and has a different luster.
It is forged from spirit wood mixed with various ores, each corresponding to one of the five elements of heaven and earth.
It is best used for surprise attacks, breaking through the protective magic of cultivators and killing them in one blow.
It belongs to the kind of offensive magical artifact that Fang Yun loves most.
"Your cultivation level is still low, so take this Myriad Rivers Map and use it. It's perfect for trapping enemies and protecting yourself."
Old Ancestor Fang handed over the scroll, its white and blue colors intertwined, representing the purest water elemental energy.
Fang Yun did not refuse. He took the Myriad Rivers Diagram and began to refine it. He was immediately surprised to find that...
This is actually a mid-grade second-tier spiritual weapon!
Old Master Fang treated him well and did not regard him as an outsider.
After thinking it over, Fang Yun returned the favor by taking out the Demon Spirit Foundation Building Technique as well.
Ancestor Fang was very surprised; this was the true foundation of the clan.
He now understood that the young friend before him had a short lifespan and could only protect the Fang family for a little over 120 years.
But that's enough time for the younger generation to grow up.
Taking this opportunity, Fang Yun mentioned the origin of the Foundation Building Technique, hoping to benefit Niu Ben.
Old Master Fang did not refuse and agreed to reduce the Niu family's offerings of spirit stones for sixty years.
It's a win-win situation.
……
After spending a night refining it, Fang Yun consumed several drops of liquid mana and successfully left his own imprint.
Two magical artifacts are enough for him to use now.
Five long needles flew about, piercing the sky and wandering through the bamboo forest, before he finally tucked them all into his sleeve.
It was quite difficult to activate the Myriad Rivers Diagram; this magical artifact required a high level of magical power.
The scroll rattled and hovered behind him, depicting a roaring, raging river that seemed poised to burst forth as a torrent.
The array patterns intertwine on the painting, the lines meander, and the runes flow, illustrating the true meaning of waterways and trapping formations.
Unfortunately, Fang Yun couldn't understand it at all.
He has very low comprehension and knows nothing about formations.
After storing the two magical artifacts back in his dantian, Fang Yun returned to his own courtyard as the sun rose.
Even from a distance, one could see that visitors came in an endless stream, and gifts filled the large courtyard.
Upon seeing him, the group immediately called him Supreme Elder and all bowed deeply.
Among them were ordinary members of the Fang family, both direct and collateral branches, as well as those fellow immortal talents from that year.
Their expressions varied, and their emotions were complex and hard to describe.
"Everyone, you can leave now."
Fang Yun didn't care; he just wanted to spend some quiet time with his wife and children.
None of these fellows dared to disobey; after placing their gifts, they all tiptoed away.
"Father!"
When Fang Shiyu saw him, he was both surprised and delighted, his expression showing respect with a hint of deference.
The rest of his children were all similar, and they naturally felt a sense of awe when facing Foundation Establishment cultivators.
They stood far apart, one by one.
"What, you don't recognize me anymore?"
Fang Yun smiled and flicked each of them on the forehead, then took out the gifts he had brought for them.
These were all high-grade magic artifacts he bought from the Immortal City. Several children without spiritual roots also received some pills and spiritual items to strengthen their foundation and cultivate their vitality.
What surprised him the most was Fang Long; it had only been a little over a year.
She actually gave him six grandchildren, and several pregnant young women followed behind her.
He has the demeanor of the Duke of Yong in his previous life.
"Where are your mothers?"
Fang Yun looked around but didn't see the Zhiyu and Zhiqing sisters.
You know, in the past, every time he returned home...
The two ladies would be overjoyed and run over from a distance to greet them.
Fang Shiyu sighed, "The aunts and the others... have been staying in their rooms all night and haven't come out."
Fang Yun touched his still young and handsome face and fell silent for a moment.
He was fifty years old, and the two sisters were about the same age as him.
No matter how much skincare you take care of yourself, you're still just a mortal. Skin will sag and gray hair will grow on its own.
Now that he has broken through to the Foundation Establishment stage, his status is vastly different, which naturally makes him feel inferior.
Fang Yun walked deeper into the mansion, his divine sense spreading out to see the scene inside the house.
All the windows were covered, and the candles were extinguished; there was no light at all.
Two women huddled together in the darkness.
They didn't sleep all night, their former sunny and cheerful demeanor vanished, and they were lost, unsure how to face their husbands.
Fang Yun used his magic to change his physical appearance, growing wrinkles on his face and white hair on his forehead.
She looked several years older than the two sisters.
"My wife!"
Fang Yun entered the room and called out softly, just like on their wedding night years ago.
"My husband!" x2
Zhiyu and Zhiqing's voices rang out, carrying a hint of surprise.
But then they fell silent and curled up a little deeper into the bed.
"My husband..."
Fang Zhiyu hesitated for a moment, as if making up her mind: "You should marry another wife. We can be your concubines. Being able to marry a Foundation Establishment Immortal in this life is already enough for me..."
As she finished speaking, her voice began to tremble noticeably.
Tears welled up in the two sisters' eyes as they suppressed their sobs, not wanting their husbands to see their current grievances and disheveled state.
"What are you saying!"
Fang Yun interrupted Fang Zhiyu, stretched out his wrinkled hands, and hugged the two of them tightly: "As long as we've been husband and wife for one day, you will both be my most beloved wives for the rest of my life."
His words were gentle yet firm, and he radiated a soft light that illuminated their bridal chamber.
The three of them embraced tightly, their hair mostly white, their faces faded, but their love remained as strong as ever.
The two sisters watched as their beloved changed for them, feeling both touched and sweet.
Fang Zhiqing burst into laughter through her tears, revealing fine lines at the corners of her crescent-shaped eyes.
Although her voice was a little hoarse, and the silver bells on her wrist swayed, she was still as happy as ever.
The three of them clung to each other, as if in a daze, it was as if they were meeting for the first time in their lives, each other's most beautiful moments.