Chapter 152: An Unexpected Encounter Before The Match

  The surface of this sword is dull and lusterless, looking unremarkable, but it feels extremely heavy in hand.

  "Master, this sword weighs at least over a thousand catties, doesn't it?" Zhang Shan took a cold breath and said.

  "Didn't you say you wanted to forge a slightly heavier sword? And you also gave me a piece of Sunken Star Iron, to melt into the sword body to increase its weight." Nan Ruo Li said with a smile.

  "But that piece of Sunken Star Iron isn't very large, it shouldn't be this heavy, right?" Zhang Shan said, weighing the sword in his hand.

  "That piece may not be enough, so I asked the master to add a big block, and at the same time, melt in some tungsten and silver, of course it's very heavy."

  Nan Ruo Li looked at the sword with a satisfied gaze, and then continued:

  "Considering that you have a strong physical body due to your training, and your strength far surpasses that of others, and will continue to grow in the future, only such a heavy sword can bring out your super strong combat power."

  "What's most important is that the sword has also incorporated a rare piece of Gold-Eater Ore, and with its properties as the core, it has been refined into a Devouring Transformation Forbidden Technique. From now on, if you add some rare metals to let this sword devour them, its weight can be further increased, and it will also be able to self-repair."

  Zhang Shan was left speechless after hearing this introduction, and then he was overjoyed.

  "He lovingly stroked the sword's edge: 'So... Master, this must be very expensive? With so many rare materials used, plus that master's fee.'"

  "In total, six thousand high-grade spirit stones are needed. The one thousand spirit stones you gave me as a sign of respect would be enough for the down payment, but I still owe five thousand. This is already a discounted price because that master and I have an old relationship."

  Nan Ruo Li's bitter smile faded as he spoke, and his expression turned serious once more:

  "But it's all worth it, as various factions engage in mortal combat, so having a powerful weapon can greatly increase one's survival rate."

  Zhang Shan was moved in his heart: "Disciple thanks Master for your kindness, that debt..."

  Nan Ruo Li waved his hand to interrupt him, saying: "The debt, that great master promised to collect after the tournament, you don't have to worry for now. If you get a good ranking in the Martial Arts Conference, the sect will naturally reward you, and it should be enough to clear your debt."

  She hesitated for a moment and then continued: "However, you still have to be mindful of your own strength and not overexert yourself. Prioritize preserving your life above all else. After all, owing debts to the teacher is nothing new."

  "Actually, I wanted to say that there's still enough spirit stone on me to cover the debt, so Master should just pay back what's owed."

  Zhang Shan said, and on the ground in front of Nan Ruoli, there were 6,000 high-quality spirit stones.

  Zhang Shan obtained over 10,000 high-quality spirit stones in the Mausoleum of the Desolate Emperor. At that time, he gave Ling Yuwei a thousand to bring back to Nan Ruoli. Over the past few months, they spent some, and there are still around 8,000 left.

  Nan Ruoxi was taken aback by the pile of spirit stones, then grabbed Xie's ear and scolded him.

  "Alright, so you've been hiding such a large stash of private goods. And to think that I was still going around with a straight face asking people to help you refine your sword."

  Zhang Shan didn't dare to struggle, and with a flattering face said: "That, the disciple actually wanted to give half to the master, but was also afraid that you would waste money on researching some ancient residual methods and so on. Of course, now I know that the master's research is correct..."

  Nan Ruo tightly twisted a few turns before loosening his grip: "Apart from these, how many more are there? Confess honestly."

  "There are only two thousand left, if Master needs it, taking half of it is also fine." Zhang Shan smiled with a humble expression.

  "Never mind, it seems that as a master, I really have to snatch your spirit stone. This time, participating in the Martial Arts Competition, leaving 2,000 spirit stones on you is good, after the battle, they can be used to quickly recover." Nan Ruo Li glared at him and said.

  Then, Nan Jolai detailedly told him about the relevant matters of various factions' martial arts, and only then did he let him leave.

  After returning to Qingyuan Temple, Zhang Shan spent a day getting familiar with the performance of this heavy sword.

  This sword currently has thirty-six layers of forbidden refinement. According to the nine-layer forbidden refinement as one stage, this is a four-stage spiritual artifact.

  In fact, it's best for the warrior themselves to forge the restrictions in their equipment, so that they can better match with their own body. High-level warriors basically all forge their own weapons.

  "I currently need to put most of my time into practicing martial arts, it's not good to divide my energy, and later I will still have to spend some time on this aspect."

  Zhang Shan thought to himself: "Later, I'll raise my sword to the fifth rank forty-five heavy seal, it's better if I refine it myself."

  Stroking the heavy sword's blade: "The sword I used before was called Qinghong, this one needs a name too. Hmm, a heavy sword with no edge, great but not skillful, let's call you Cangfeng then."

  Five days later, Zhang Shan left Fengxuan Temple and set off for Tianxing Lake.

  As Tiān Xīng Lake is not far from the sect's main mountain, there is no need for the sect to dispatch a large spirit boat to transport them, and all participating disciples will go on their own.

  His two-star shuttle was too conspicuous, so he had gone to Rak'tkar the day before yesterday and bought a small spirit boat for local transportation.

  Flying all the way, after an hour, the vast and blue Tianxing Lake appeared below, Zhang Shan drove the Lingzhou towards the center of the lake, and soon, the Lingdiao Island in the middle of the lake came into view.

  Landing on the square of the island, he put away the small spirit boat. Zhang Shan raised his eyes and looked around, discovering that there were already nearly ten thousand people gathered here, with warriors from various sects dressed in their respective uniforms, each occupying a corner.

  People from the seven major sects have been arriving continuously for ten days and are staying in various large and small courtyards on the island. Today is the day of the competition, so under the leadership of their masters and seniors, they all gathered in the square.

  After observing for a while, he walked towards the place where the crowd was gathering.

  This time's martial arts tournament, the public competition for calculating scores, has a level limit below True Martial Realm. Although those in the Spiritual Martial Realm can also participate, it is meaningless and is simply sending oneself to death.

  Zhang Shan found a corner in the area where the Tianzong Sect was located and waited for the start of the tournament.

  He has been in the industry for less than half a year and is not familiar with many of his fellow disciples, so he seems to be quite lonely here.

  At first Zhangshan still thought Fang Yiru would attend, but later learned that the First Seat Yan Xiangfeng had her in closed-door cultivation, so she was absent.

  As for those who were relatively familiar with Ling Yuwei and Situ Qingwan, they had not reached the True Martial Realm, so they did not participate.

  At that time when he was bored to death, a slightly chubby disciple with a round face and an harmless smile walked towards him.

  "Hey brother, do you need the information of contestants from various schools? I guarantee it's exclusive news, one-of-a-kind, no deception, genuine deal."

  He smiled and leaned in front of Zhang Shan, raised the jade slip in his hand, and asked mysteriously.

  Seeing Zhang Shan's puzzled eyes, his eyeballs rolled around and then he introduced himself:

  "My name is Long Xin, an inner disciple of Bai Gengfeng, nicknamed 'Bai Xiao Sheng'. I am well-versed in literature and geography, and familiar with the secrets of various schools."

  Zhang Shan was taken aback and lost his smile. He hadn't expected to run into a message peddler, or rather, someone who looked more like a swindler.

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