“You have no idea what a foolish thing you’ve done.”
I frowned at Musicheng, my gaze cold as ice.
“So, you really do know these immortal arts,” Musicheng laughed with delight,
“What, are you jealous? Because my people are stronger than yours? Are you scared? Because you’re no longer unique.”
Scared? Even in the fully developed Cultivation World, there was never anyone who could make me afraid.
Not to mention these half-baked dabblers, whose meridians are clogged and who started cultivating without even purifying their bodies.
With spiritual energy churning along with filth in their bodies, their meridians will be shredded in no time.
They’ll never achieve anything beyond the Golden Core Stage in their lifetimes.
What is there for me to fear?
What angers me is that Musicheng has, in the end, opened this Pandora’s Box.
“Idiot, you’ll destroy this world.” My killing intent was already rising for this guy.
“Once the power of cultivators spreads, everyone will start slaughtering each other for resources. The Civilization we’ve finally started to build will be utterly destroyed by your stupidity, and the whole world will regress to the barbaric War Era.”
“Isn’t it already like this?” Musicheng retorted,
“From the moment you made the Potion Formula public, from when you boosted the Master of the House’s cultivation beyond the power of modern weapons… hasn’t this world already become a savage battlefield?”
“There’s still a huge difference!” I gritted my teeth.
“Fairy Spirit Power can’t be plundered, but cultivators can rob one another! Not just of property and herbs, but of artifacts, cultivation, and life itself… all of these will be seen as resources to be seized!”
Demonic Cultivators can use Refinement Techniques on living people to boost their own cultivation.
Even if cultivators don’t know about the Refinement Technique of Demonic Cultivators at the beginning, someone will eventually work it out.
In the end, they’ll all walk that path.
That’s why I don’t want Earth to turn into the Cultivation World.
Earth is already bad enough; I don’t want to make it even worse.
“Keep on being jealous, keep despairing, go to your grave clutching your precious Lancelot Family!”
Musicheng burst into wild laughter.
“So what if you win the favor of the Lancelot Family? My new partner is the real giant! Sooner or later, I’ll contact her, work with her, inherit her legacy… this is the difference in fate between you and me!”
….
Ping—ping—ping—
The noisy sound of hammering echoed across the arena, mixing with Musicheng’s laughter.
In the Forging Association’s camp, those Craftsmen who revealed their cultivation released Qi Fire, quickly refining their materials to near perfection.
In both efficiency and quality, they outpaced the Xianlu Camp by an unfathomable margin.
Their methods and finished products left even those with a bit of expertise gasping in astonishment.
“When did this world’s crafting skills become so advanced?” The Professors were wide-eyed with shock.
As the world’s leading scientists, they’d never seen such techniques!
Is the skill level of folk masters this high these days??
“Competition time is up! All contestants, please stop forging!”
At last, the long forging period was over.
Now came the contest phase.
Whether they were a donkey or had the “diamond drill,” it would be revealed right now!
“Contestants on both sides, please submit your entries and place them on the display stand.”
At the display stand, two people were already standing.
To be precise, they were two of the world’s top powerhouses, two Dojo Masters.
Yan-type Dojo Master, Yazhe.
And Tianhai City Water-type Dojo Master, Dong Ke.
“Next, the two Dojo Masters will conduct a direct contest by standing off and testing the creations’ strength.”
Yazhe and Dong Ke faced each other, giving a slight nod.
Both were in the same profession, with no grievances or enmity, just working tools following the rules.
“Let’s begin.”
Both sides had forged sixteen swords each.
Yazhe picked up a sword from the Xianlu Camp, while Dong Ke picked up a sword from the Forging Association.
The weapons made by both sides showed no novelty; they were all swords, so there were no variables in balance due to shape.
“Then, let’s go all out!”
Both raised their swords to clash.
“Bang——” “Crack——”
In the first round, because they had real Refiners, the Forging Association camp easily won.
After the clash, the two swapped swords and prepared for another match.
“Bang——” “Crack——”
The second time, Xianlu won.
It seemed the Forging Association hadn’t used Refiner methods on all sixteen swords.
They’d concentrated their best materials into two weapons crafted through joint effort by the Refiners.
“Bang——” “Crack——”
Xianlu won the third round.
Xianlu won the fourth round as well.
After the first series of clashes, Xianlu appeared to have an absolute advantage!
Only two of the Forging Association’s swords survived! The rest were destroyed in an instant!
They seemed unable to withstand a single blow, as if they were already on the verge of defeat.
But Musicheng remained calm as a mountain, wearing a faint smile.
I knew very well this was just a façade.
Sure enough.
In the second round of clashes, Xianlu sent out two swords against the only two remaining from the Forging Association.
“Bang——” “Crack——” Forging Association wins.
“Bang——” “Crack——” Forging Association wins.
Those two swords were like gods of war, destroying any opponent that stood in their way.
With barely any effort, they sliced through the Xianlu weapons.
“Too late to regret now!” Musicheng started showing his true colors,
“Soon, everyone will see how feeble Xianlu really is. And you still dream of breaking into the crafting battlefield? Save it—you’ve already lost before you’ve even started.”
“Hmph.” I kept a blank face and said nothing.
The third round began.
Xianlu once again sent two swords into battle.
As expected, Xianlu suffered another crushing defeat.
Those two swords cut down all before them, divine or mortal!
The fourth round ended the same way.
Each round, the Forging Association’s swords easily destroyed two of Xianlu’s swords.
Fifth round, sixth round, seventh round.
By the eighth round, both sides had only two swords left.
This would be the last match—the deciding moment.
Musicheng was already standing, stretching his muscles.
He was preparing to accept the champion’s interview.
The eighth round’s first duel began.
The Forging Association’s contestant drew a sword bright as day, etched with intricate patterns and inlaid with beautiful gems on the hilt.
Just in appearance, it far outclassed Xianlu’s plain iron sword.
Its strength was even more overwhelming.
“Crack——”
The Xianlu sword broke without resistance, unable even to leave a nick on the enemy weapon—split like tofu.
Yazhe sighed lightly, tossing the broken blade aside, and picked up Xianlu’s last sword.
“Eighth round, second duel! Begin!”
The Forging Association’s second sword was nearly identical to the first, so naturally its quality matched as well.
So did Xianlu’s.
“Crack——”
A crisp sound rang out—another instant victory.
“Well then, the champion of this match is… Champion, my foot! I knew Xiao Luo Xian would never let us down!”
Referee Joanna Lancelot interrupted her own champion announcement, looking at the field in surprise.
Yazhe stared at the sword in his hand, astonished.
What the… it wasn’t his sword that broke?!
And after clashing with such a powerful opponent, this sword hadn’t even suffered a single nick!
It was absolute, overwhelming strength!
Had the situation reversed?!
Musicheng’s eyes went wide, unable to believe what he saw in the arena.
How could his Refiner lose? They were genuine, professional Refiners!
“You cheated?”
“What, only you’re allowed to use Refiners?”
I looked down at those two troublemakers in the audience, both wearing shackles.
“And I’m not allowed to take two disciples?”