“Swoosh!”

“Swoosh!”

On the training grounds, Jun Changxiao executed the Nine Forms Cascading Wave Sword, bringing up layers of sword shadows—truly flowing like clouds and water, magnificent and colorful!

“So handsome!”

“The Sect Master is like he’s dancing!”

The disciples standing nearby exclaimed in admiration.

“Clang!”

Shortly after, Jun Changxiao stopped, sheathed his sword with a flourish, and said with satisfaction, “The Cold Edge Sword reforged by Hall Master Fan and infused with soul is indeed better than before!”

During the sword testing just now, he could feel the sword and himself were somehow connected in spirit. Executing sword techniques felt extraordinarily smooth, with very noticeable improvements in all aspects!

If disciples were all equipped with these soul-infused weapons, overall strength would definitely be stronger.

For this trip to the Eastern Sea’s Fishing Province, Jun Changxiao had thought obtaining the Shock-Awe Emperor’s spatial ring and the national treasury’s various martial dao resources was the greatest harvest.

Now it seemed.

Master Fan was the true priceless treasure!

“Qingyang!”

Jun Changxiao casually waved, tossing the reforged Cold Edge Sword over, and called out loudly, “Test the sword!”

“Yes!”

Li Qingyang flew over from afar, gripped the hilt, landed gently on the training grounds, then executed the Nine Forms Cascading Wave Sword until gathering the ninth form, forming an unparalleled sword qi that slashed down!

“Boom—”

The ground cracked, revealing sword marks!

“Sect Master!”

Li Qingyang stood holding the sword and said with delight, “This sword seems better than before.”

The next second, his smile froze. Looking at the floor he’d destroyed, he immediately clutched his chest in agony.

That the second disciple could involuntarily destroy the training grounds he’d personally built showed just how much better the soul-infused Cold Edge Sword was!

…

Fan Yezi didn’t rest. He’d entered an intoxicated state in reforging weapons.

Strictly speaking, this guy was also a madman like the Shock-Awe Emperor, except his madness was focused on forging.

In just a few days.

Several hundred Cold weapons were reforged and infused with loving souls.

Disciples all took their soul-infused Cold Edge Swords. Whether in daily sword practice or sparring, they could all feel some subtle connection between themselves and their weapons.

Of course.

The most obvious effects were with the Cloud-Piercing Blades, Black Iron Shields, and other defensive equipment.

It was indeed as Jun Changxiao had thought.

Fan Yezi was the true priceless treasure!

His arrival and reforging of weapons and equipment greatly enhanced the Eternal Sect’s combat power.

Looking at individuals alone, the effect might not seem outstanding, but with seventy thousand disciples all switching to soul-infused equipment, the comprehensive improvement became very significant!

And this was only for initial-tier weapons and equipment. The higher-grade True Yang Sets and Dragon Fang series weapons were waiting for Fan Yezi to infuse with souls. The improvement ratio would probably be even higher then.

“Profit, such profit!”

Jun Changxiao felt extremely fortunate that he could go to the Eastern Sea’s Fishing Province and didn’t hesitate to spend numerous chapters rescuing Master Fan, because the latter’s help to the sect was continuous and permanent!

He also had to thank Elder Wei and the others.

If they hadn’t suggested the Sect Master go rescue him, with Dog Leftover’s personality of staying aloof from matters that don’t concern him, he might have been too lazy to go to sea.

So it’s said, for a sufficiently professional great sect, many things the sect master might not think through completely. The role and suggestions of the upper echelon were equally crucial!

Besides being handsome beyond measure, Jun Changxiao wasn’t a perfect person.

Elder Wei and other upper echelon members, at necessary times, compensated for certain aspects of his deficiencies. In major matters they weren’t ambiguous either. Only thus could they construct a truly meaningful Eternal Strongest Sect.

…

Forging Hall.

Jun Changxiao took out his Command the Rivers and Mountains and placed it on the forging platform, saying, “Can this item be infused with soul?”

System: “…”

An already obscene exclusive divine weapon—if it were infused with soul again, wouldn’t it become so obscene it would stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun in the sky!

Fan Yezi walked forward, took the strangely-shaped Command the Rivers and Mountains in hand. His eyes widened more and more, flashing intense shock. “This… this…”

“That’s right.”

Jun Changxiao said, “Above divine grade.”

“Thud!”

Fan Yezi directly sat on the ground, his hands trembling violently. “The Sect Master can actually forge weapons above divine grade!”

His current level could only forge divine grade tier, and that required powerful ores. As for above divine grade, it wasn’t that he hadn’t tested it—he’d failed in the Eastern Sea’s Fishing Province.

Jun Changxiao said, “This was forged by the two predecessors Gan Jiang and Mo Ye during their lifetimes.”

“Right.”

The system said, “Still have a bit of shame.”

“I see!”

Fan Yezi’s turbulent heart immediately calmed down considerably.

If it were truly a twenty-something year-old young person who forged an above-divine-grade weapon, that would be too shocking!

“Sect Master.”

After carefully examining it, Fan Yezi said, “This weapon’s craftsmanship is still impeccable, but it still lacks soul. As for whether soul can be infused, I’ll only know after trying.”

“Then try.”

“It might… take a very long time.”

Higher-grade equipment reforging required investing greater effort—definitely not like the Cold Edge Swords that could be mass-produced at several hundred per day.

…

“This… this…”

Fan Yezi was dumbfounded again, shocked again.

Because he was currently in the Space-Time Secret Realm and had learned from the Sect Master that this place had time acceleration—fifty days inside, only one day passed outside!

“Slap!”

He struck his own face. Feeling the pain, he said, “Not a dream… this isn’t a dream!”

Alas, the dignified contemporary forging master, after entering the Eternal Sect, except when reforging weapons when he could remain normal, spent all remaining time in shock. It was truly difficult for him.

“Hall Master Fan.”

Jun Changxiao said, “This weapon is entrusted to you for reforging.”

“Yes!”

Master Fan hurriedly released Forging Qi, then gathered a full five hammers and began working day and night.

Infusing soul into an above-divine-grade weapon was indeed very difficult. It took a full month to succeed, and the effect wasn’t ideal.

“Sect Master.”

Fan Yezi handed over Command the Rivers and Mountains and shook his head. “My abilities are limited. I could only barely reforge a tiny bit. The improvement may be minimal.”

Jun Changxiao smiled and said, “The main issue is Hall Master Fan lacks materials to practice on and can’t achieve mastery through repetition. Come, come—this one has several divine grade items here you can use for practice.”

He took out all three pieces of equipment: Heaven-Killing Thunder Stripes, Cloud Dream Chivalrous Concealment, and Hell’s Fury.

“…”

Fan Yezi nearly fainted from happiness, then squatted by the forging platform like Wang Duoyu, madly slapping his own face.

He was regretting, regretting that he’d repeatedly refused Jun Changxiao’s sincere invitation earlier!

If the other party hadn’t used methods to imprison him but had let him leave, wouldn’t he have perfectly missed so many weapons and equipment, let alone using them to practice reforging!

Fan Yezi, oh Fan Yezi!

You’re truly a bastard—you nearly committed an enormous mistake!

“Slap! Slap! Slap!”

The sounds of hammering and face-slapping alternated, creating a very beautiful and dynamic melody.

…

After entrusting Li Qingyang and the others’ exclusive divine weapons to Fan Yezi, Jun Changxiao began considering how to win over Young Master Yuan.

“This person went to the Eastern Sea’s Fishing Province to pledge allegiance to the Shock-Awe Emperor and establish great achievements.”

“I’ve got it.”

Jun Changxiao’s eyes lit up, then he walked into the prison and without asking why, dragged Young Master Yuan out.

“Jun Changxiao! If you’re going to kill me, can you give me a dignified death! Not drag me like a dead dog!” Young Master Yuan roared.

“This one is taking you to a fun place.” Jun Changxiao smiled.

“A fun place?”

Young Master Yuan looked bewildered, then saw a flowing vortex resembling a formation appear ahead, emanating waves of sinister aura.

Was this hell?

“Swish!”

While he was thinking, Jun Changxiao dragged him and stepped into hell… oh, no—the Dimensional Battlefield!

Fan Yezi—prescribed the right medicine.

Young Master Yuan—also needed the right medicine prescribed!