Li Yan dared not act rashly, tightly pursed his lips, and respectfully clasped his hands.
But just as he was about to speak, the elder on the bed uttered a hoarse and indifferent voice, "Enough with the idle talk, perform a set of blade techniques and boxing for to see."
"Yes."
Li Yan did not dare to say more, imdiately took a deep breath to steady his mind.
Swish!
He swiftly drew his blade and wielded it, his movents as fluid as flowing water.
The technique he practiced was the Guanzhong Fast Blade, combined with the military blade technique passed down from his grandfather, with a fierce blade stance emphasizing speed against speed.
His figure flickered, the blade’s light shone like snow, whistling with the wind.
Upon finishing the blade technique, Li Yan then perford Pi Gua and Red Fist, his fists moving swiftly, sotis extending for a long-distance strike, sotis executing close-range cunning hits, with faint thunderous sounds, his posture agile, montum like a rainbow.
Whether it was blade technique or boxing, Li Yan gave it his all.
He had heard a legend that those master weaponsmiths crafted their weapons based on personal martial arts habits and character.
Weapons forged by such masters were easier to achieve the state of man and Blade as one during practice.
It seed likely that this elder too was such a master.
After completing a set of blade and boxing techniques, the elder squinted his eyes slightly, pondered for a mont, and then said hoarsely, "Considering your age, it barely passes, not disgracing my craftsmanship."
"Co closer, let see your arms."
"Yes, elder."
Li Yan, with a respectful deanor, dared not show any neglect, took three quick steps forward.
As he got close to the earthen bed, his shoulder was suddenly gripped tightly by a pair of large hands, the movent as quick as lightning, he didn’t notice a thing.
Before he could react, the elder’s large hands began asuring by pinching, moving his palm continuously, from shoulder to arm, wrist, and even hand and joints, pressing everything one by one.
After doing all this, the elder slightly nodded before asking, "What is your heritage?"
"This... it’s like being a living Yin ssenger."
Li Yan, sowhat helpless, demonstrated the North Emperor Yin Thunder Palm, shook his head and said, "It’s just an occasional inheritance, I don’t know its origin."
His heritage was too frightful, involving the Ascender, given the elder’s realm, he might have known, even if unable to forge a blade, he couldn’t reveal.
The elder, after watching, said no more, just lightly nodded, then looked towards the blade tassel on his blade hilt, the Three Talents Demon Suppression Coin Blade Tassel.
"Where did this co from?"
"Granted by the court, a family heirloom."
Seeing Li Yan’s astonishnt, the elder’s eyes flashed with a trace of nostalgia, "This item was forged by my master’s master, thinking back, it’s been so many years..."
"Seeing it again today, maybe it is destiny."
"You practice Yin Thunder, with a blade technique full of Evil Qi, and possess an imposing nature. After the opening of the cellar tomorrow, there is a Heavenly Spirit Earth Treasure inside, said to be Shou Mountain Copper Essence, struck by lightning for a hundred years, transford into a Heavenly Spirit Earth Treasure, and worshipped with incense in the cellar, can be used for blade forging."
"Also, there is a set of coins in the cellar, nad Twelve Yuan Chen, if you can acquire them, I can help you remake this blade tassel."
After saying this, he waved his hand, signaling him to leave.
It seed he couldn’t even be bothered to speak further.
Li Yan dared not ask more, turned and exited the straw hut.
Once outside, the fresh air was palpable, comparing both, he realized how oppressive the atmosphere inside had been, his back inexplicably drenched in sweat.
Yu Fengzi signaled, and the three did not speak further, walked for a long ti, and only after they returned to the South Peak did Yu Fengzi speak, "Do not ask more, and do not speak to others."
Li Yan respectfully clasped his hands, "Thank you very much, Daoists."
Yu Fengzi blinked, said with deep aning, "You helped Hua Mountain resolve a great disaster, if you ask, your master would definitely agree, I just reminded you."
Li Yan instantly understood and thanked the two once more.
The journey afterward quickened a lot, Li Yan closely followed the two Daoists, traversing all the way to the West Peak.
This was where Lotus Peak was located, nad so due to the summit’s large stone resembling lotus petals.
On the mountain was the Axe-Cleft Stone, rumored to have been left behind when Chen Xiang rescued his mother...
And also the Jade Maiden Temple, where it was said that Xiao Shi and Duke Qin’s daughter, Princess Nongyu, tied the knot, known as the first bridal chamber under heaven...
More importantly, it stood as the location of Chongyang Palace, where tomorrow’s cellar opening for treasure acquisition would take place, dedicated to the Western Mountain Emperor.
When Li Yan arrived, a ritual was still in progress on the mountain.
Nurous Daoists from Chunyang Palace solemnly ascended the altar to pray, and many cultivators watched, both from the orthodox and magic veins elite.
Many present possessed deep and vast auras, with diverse attire.
The entire scene was solemn and majestic, instilling awe at heart.
Li Yan frowned slightly, unwilling to stir any trouble, and with worries in his heart, he hurriedly turned back, joined Wang Daoxuan and the others, and together they returned to Wangxian Temple.
"Brother Yan, why did it take you so long?" Sha Lifei asked with curiosity, "Did you happen upon sothing fun?"
"Just wandered around a bit..."
Since he promised Yu Fengzi, at least couldn’t casually speak on the mountain, Li Yan had to be vague for now.
He blinked, giving a vague signal. Wang Daoxuan and Sha Lifei instantly understood, asked no more.
Returning to his room, Li Yan eagerly took out pen and paper, beginning to write and draw, planning for what to buy tomorrow.
First on the list was the coins.
At first, he had no idea what to ask for in these coins.
Wang Daoxuan, however, already had a plan, needing a set of Ghost-slaying Demon-conquering Coins, Evil Exorcism and Blessing Money, and a set of Five Day Noon Coins.
So were to forge a money sword, others for spells to suppress Evil, altogether required at least a hundred.
At first, Wang Daoxuan suggested he also get a set of Ghost-slaying Demon Warrior Coins, though not as powerful as the Three Talents Demon Suppression Coin, their energies aligned, could enhance the power of the blade tassel.
But with the elder’s guidance, Li Yan already had a set goal, which was the set of Twelve Yuan Chen Coins.
Presumably, anything valued by the elder must be priceless.
Next was the tal.
To him, primarily the Shou Mountain Copper Essence the elder ntioned, also fifty catties of white copper needed by the master-disciple pair of Quan Wanzhong and Yuan Ba.
Additionally, Sha Lifei also wanted to get a little for himself.
This guy got intrigued seeing Lv San’s Bone Flower, desiring to craft a Flintlock capable of utilizing new gunpowder.
He had no idea where to start, wanting to prepare so materials first.
As for the rest, it was relatively simple, all common magic artifacts like yellow paper, red rope, incense ash Treasure Candle, etc.
Li Yan also planned, if he could found sothing similar to the Divine Tiger Token, to get one for Wang Daoxuan, so they wouldn’t use up the Mugwort so quickly, and its power would be greater.
Unknowingly, he filled an entire page.
This didn’t even include the magic artifacts for building the temple observatory.
Seeing this, even with a fortune of a hundred thousand in silver, Li Yan still felt overwheld, not knowing if the money would suffice.
The next day, before dawn, everyone got up early.
Of course, since there were many people, the Chunyang Palace stipulated that each team could only send one person to participate in the cellar opening ceremony on the South Peak.
Wang Daoxuan and Sha Lifei waited on Sunrise Peak, while Li Yan, carrying his silver notes, followed Yu Fengzi to Lotus Peak.
Compared to yesterday, there were noticeably fewer people today.
The ritual was still ongoing, it was barely dawn, the top of Lotus Peak shrouded in mist. The morning wind whistled, the surrounding sea of clouds was slightly darkened, giving an illusion of reaching the Netherworld Luo Feng.
Upon the towering altar, Magic Flags fluttered in the wind.
Nurous Daoists, dressed in luxurious Magic Robes, chanted and recited, the incense smoke seed unaffected by the wind, swirling straight upwards.
At this mont, the sun erged in the distance, as if a ray of radiance tore through the darkness, illuminating heaven and earth.
All the Daoists imdiately stood up, wielding their Magic Swords, chanting incantations in unison.
Li Yan felt a tremor in his mind, he could sense that this pure Yang energy, using the altar as a guide, caused the Innate Astral Qi atop Hua Mountain to circulate, converging upon the side mountain wall.
He looked up and saw that the wall was densely covered with nurous holes, all sealed with earth, faintly arranged in the shape of Eight Trigrams.
Below, the incense burner wafted blue smoke, incense ash piled like a mountain, facing the first ray of dawn.
Finally, when the sun fully rose, the ritual concluded, the Innate Astral Qi atop Hua Mountain stabilized accordingly.
Atop the altar, a dignified Daoist solemnly declared,
"The auspicious hour has arrived, open the cellar!"
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