ebookland Chapter 294 Familiar Taste
Chapter 294 Familiar Taste
An hour later, Ding Yi looked at the thing in the flames with a strange expression.
Something shaped like a sword, but seemingly having nothing to do with swords.
After merging with the meteorite sand, Ding Yi discovered that his weapon-refining technique could no longer precisely control the shape of the object; he could only simulate a rough form.
This is because Ding Yi incorporated too many materials, resulting in a huge resistance between the materials, making them impossible to compress.
Therefore, Ding Yi simply abandoned compression and stretched the fusion of all the materials, roughly drawing out the shape of a sword hilt at the end.
Then, Ding Yi poured the cold water that had been prepared beforehand onto the long sword, and a large amount of white steam immediately filled the room.
Upon seeing this, Ding Yi waved his sleeve, and the white mist was swept out of the house by a whirlwind. Ding Yi also looked at the strangely shaped longsword lying on the ground with a strange expression.
It was a full meter long and a foot wide, practically a longsword magnified several times over.
However, Ding Yi was never planning on taking a light and graceful approach, so this exaggeratedly designed greatsword suited his taste perfectly.
With a single gesture, he raised his hand, and the longsword on the ground flew up and then automatically disappeared into his hand.
"Ok?"
The moment the longsword came into his hand, Ding Yi raised an eyebrow.
However, the sword in his hand only weighed a few dozen kilograms, which was completely disproportionate to the weight of the materials incorporated into it.
"Could this be the so-called immortal cultivation treasure, where the essence of blood recognizes its master and one bears its weight?"
A thought suddenly popped into Ding Yi's mind, and then he walked to the table and placed the long sword on it.
The next moment, the table shattered instantly after a slight tremor, and the longsword fell to the ground with a dull thud.
"Boom!!"
The bluestone-paved ground was instantly smashed open, creating numerous cracks, and the room where Ding Yi was located shook violently.
Fortunately, Ding Yi had enveloped the entire house in his domain, and now all sounds and movements occurring within the domain were blocked, so the outside world could not detect anything unusual.
"really."
Upon seeing this, Ding Yi was overjoyed and picked up the longsword again, stroking it gently in front of him.
The surface of the longsword has a dense, granular texture, which indicates that the blacksmith's technique was rough and that the materials used were mixed during the forging process.
However, Ding Yi didn't seem to care about this.
His original intention was to continue refining the sword, and then forge it again when he had the materials.
Although the sword would only get bigger and thicker over time, Ding Yi found it easier to use. After all, with his current physical strength, only such a large sword could pique his interest. Moreover, once it got thicker, he might even be able to fly on it.
It feels so good!
Ding Yi chuckled as he stroked the greatsword in his hand, then casually hoisted it onto his shoulder, a strange thought arising in his mind.
"This treasure is newly formed; its power is unknown."
"We need to find someone to test our swordsmanship on."
Time flew by, and the next day arrived quickly.
Ding Yi barely slept last night. After all, weapon forging seems simple but is actually extremely complicated. A few moments of tinkering and a whole night would pass by.
Fortunately, Ding Yi was full of energy and showed no signs of drowsiness, so he walked out of the courtyard without any problems.
Today is the weekend, and there are no morning classes in the sect. Ding Yi then prepared to go to the Cultivation Hall to see if there was anything he wanted to know in this sect with its complete lineage.
But before he had gone halfway, someone rushed toward him.
"May I ask if it was Senior Brother Ding Hai in person?"
The newcomer was an outer disciple dressed in blue robes. He immediately clasped his hands in greeting to Ding Yi and asked a question.
Ding Yi frowned immediately upon seeing the newcomer.
As far as he could remember, he had no connection with this person, but he still replied:
"Yes, that's me."
The man quickly said:
"Senior Brother Ding, Lord He has important matters to discuss with you. Please come with me."
Ding Yi was taken aback upon hearing this. It turned out that He Weimin had come to see him. He immediately shook his head.
“I am not He Weimin’s subordinate. If he wants to see me, let him come to me himself.”
The man was stunned by what he heard, and stared in disbelief. But when he looked up again, he found that Ding Yi had already disappeared and he didn't know where he had gone.
"What a fast movement."
The outer disciple was taken aback for a moment, but quickly turned around and ran downstairs, obviously to report.
He Weimin, who had been waiting for a long time in the side room at the foot of the mountain, finally received the message from the outer disciple.
"Where are the people!?"
When He Weimin saw that this person was still returning alone, he immediately felt a sense of foreboding.
"My lord, he wants you to go up there yourself."
The man wiped the sweat from his forehead and quickly said...
Upon hearing this, He Weimin was so angry that he slammed his fist on the table next to him, causing the teacup on it to fly into the air.
"They're really refusing to listen to reason, so we'll just have to make our move on the mountain!"
He Weimin said coldly.
Standing next to He Weimin were three people wearing cloaks, all of whom were Divine Travel Masters that He Weimin had brought from the Minister's Mansion.
The Minister made a decision the moment he learned of this: to make Ding Hai disappear.
Nothing could be more reassuring than this approach.
But at that moment, a cloaked figure beside him spoke up:
"This is Lu Xianqiao Jiuyou's territory. Is it dangerous for us to kill someone on his turf?"
Upon hearing this, He Weimin shook his head and said:
"What status can a disciple who has only been with us for a few days have? Even Lu Xian has to give the Minister some face. Besides, I had previously sponsored him."
He Weimin was not worried about this at all. After all, Ding Hai was just a beginner, and he might even be the city-slaughtering demon of Qingzhou. He believed that Qiao Jiuyou knew how to choose.
On the other hand, Ding Yi didn't take the matter to heart and continued walking upwards. Before long, he arrived at the Gongfa Hall, located at the very top of the palace complex.
This martial arts hall also has an array, and its power is significantly stronger than that of the Wanxiang Sect back then.
Ding Yi's status as an inner disciple allows him to enter the first four levels, but the higher levels require true disciples to enter.
Ding Yi only stayed inside for the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea before coming out with a look of disappointment.
Although the secrets contained within are vast and numerous, they are completely exposed to his immense divine sense.
In just a few breaths, Ding Yi had printed out all the content in his mind and read it through.
It must be said that there are some very interesting little bits of knowledge in this, but they are of no use to Ding Yi at the moment.
The array set up in the fifth and sixth floors could not prevent Ding Yi's divine sense from sweeping away the obstacles.
In Ding Yi's view, this kind of formation, which only protects against honest people but not scoundrels, is merely a formality to hinder those below the Immortal Realm.
"It seems we still need to see Qiao Jiuyou himself."
Standing atop the mountain, Ding Yi gazed at the golden palace gleaming in the sunlight above and thought to himself.
That palace is the forbidden area of the Guanyun Sect, the Guanyun Hall, the Daoist temple of Sect Master Qiao Jiuyou.
The path leading up from this place is blocked by an array, and Qiao Jiuyou has been in seclusion up there for many years, doing something unknown.
Even the true disciples haven't seen the sect leader in person for years, so it's rumored within the sect that Qiao Jiuyou is currently studying a sword technique in the Guanyun Hall and won't be coming down the mountain easily.
Ding Yi shook his head, preparing to go down the mountain to the Points Hall to exchange the flesh fairy's buttocks for some points, when he suddenly felt a slight tremor.
This tremor comes and goes quickly, like a gazelle hanging its horns, making it difficult for most people to notice.
It was only because Ding Yi's powerful divine sense covered a ten-meter radius around him that he was able to detect this slight tremor.
"This feeling..."
Ding Yigang's foot, which was about to take a step, stopped in mid-air, and he turned his head with a strange look on his face to look at the Guanyun Hall on the mountain peak.
Not really.
Ding Yi slowly took out the Flowing Sand Map from his bosom, spread it out in front of his eyes, and then his pupils suddenly contracted.
A small red cross appeared conspicuously on the quicksand map!
"I'm not Conan, don't be ridiculous, there are worshippers in this place?"
Ding Yi was puzzled and muttered to himself.
Indeed, that slight tremor just now clearly carried a hint of malevolent energy, which Ding Yi, who had been fighting against the gods for many years, sensed instantly.
The red crosses on the quicksand map seem to further demonstrate that Ding Yi's conjecture is extremely correct.
It's not that I've offended the gods, but as long as I'm within a certain range, I'm a target for the gods to hunt me down, just like the situation back in Xiaotan Village.
"Alright, alright, just what I needed."
"My greatsword is thirsting for blood!"
The next moment, Ding Yi's figure flashed and he disappeared from the spot in an instant.