Chapter 14

The night sky was deep, with shattered stars like dust.

In the room, Zhao Yun was as diligent as ever, refining weapons one by one. The ground was covered with a thick layer of ash, all impurities from the weapons.

"True self?"

"Clone?"

Looking at the Moon Goddess, her eyes were particularly deep, muttering to herself, seemingly a bit nervous. No one knew what she was saying, just talking to herself.

"Good sword."

Zhao Yun suddenly spoke, smiling, holding a long sword and examining it from all angles. The sword blade glinted with a cold, intimidating light under the starlight, having been refined by lightning, making it extremely sharp.

This was just one of them.

Looking at the weapons in the room, each was of high quality, all his masterpieces from the past two days, not in vain for his efforts.

The refinement did not stop.

The secrets of refining weapons were deeply etched in his mind. Refinement was the most basic step, using pure materials to forge weapons to create formidable tools.

Thinking this, he looked at the Longyuan Sword and the meteorite from outer space, good materials for forging weapons. After finishing this task, he would definitely polish them well.

Then, it would be real weapon forging.

This current refinement was just a small test.

The night passed quietly.

The next day, Zhao Yun put on a black robe, with dark circles under his eyes, and went out early. He visited several herbal shops and bought the Essence Pills that the Moon Goddess had mentioned. Refining weapons, though basic, was extremely draining on the spirit.

After all, he was only at the Condensation of Essence Realm.

Spiritual power increased with cultivation, a peculiar aspect of martial arts, benefiting both body and soul.

Crunch! Crunch!

On the street, such sounds were frequent, and quite rhythmic.

It was Zhao Yun.

This guy had a real sense of style, grabbing a handful of Essence Pills and eating them like candy, one after another, each one crisp and crunchy.

"Judging by the looks, a wealthy landowner."

People on the street often glanced at him, sighing at the sight of someone eating expensive Essence Pills like food.

"Teach me another movement technique!"

Zhao Yun ignored the people, looking only at the Moon Goddess, smiling, his eyes bright, knowing he had a living treasure, and would try to get as much as he could.

The Moon Goddess said nothing, lying on the moon, enjoying a comfortable nap, ignoring Zhao Yun's words.

"Just one, just one."

"We're in the same boat."

"Beautiful goddess?"

Zhao Yun kept talking, nagging, if she didn't teach him, he would keep nagging.

The Moon Goddess frowned, a few words were fine, but too many were annoying.

Finally, she lightly waved her sleeve, and a golden light poured out, forming golden characters, each grand and majestic, carrying profound meanings, vast like the sea.

"Wind God Step."

Zhao Yun raised his head, his eyes shining, staring intently. At such moments, he was especially eager to learn, reading quickly, afraid that the Moon Goddess would change her mind and take it back.

After a while, he was shocked.

This technique, when perfected, could allow one to ascend to the heavens and descend to the earth, to traverse the nine skies, and to cross the sea in a single step.

"Wind God."

Zhao Yun murmured, knowing it was divine, and this Wind God Step was likely a Daoist technique.

For a moment, his mind was lost in thought.

Each character seemed like a shadow, ethereal like the wind, standing on the river of time.

"Is he the Wind God?"

Zhao Yun asked, not sure if he was talking to himself or to the Moon Goddess.

The Moon Goddess opened her eyes, glancing at Zhao Yun, knowing he had seen the ethereal shadows in the characters.

This was quite interesting.

Ordinary eyes could not see such things, or perhaps Zhao Yun's insight was high. At the Condensation of Essence Realm, he was the first to see the profound meanings in the characters.

The street was bustling with people.

Looking at Zhao Yun, his eyes were slightly dazed, his mind immersed in the technique. This technique was truly extraordinary, each character carrying profound meanings, the kind of realm the elders often spoke of. His mind wandered, feeling the vastness of the world, each breeze seeming to have a spirit. He felt his body becoming lighter, each step on the ground feeling like walking on clouds, his mind elevating in the process.

His feet became different, imbued with the essence of the wind. Sometimes, his shadow could be seen, drawing the attention of the people on the street, but the black robe obscured his identity.

"Such insight, it's heaven-defying."

The Moon Goddess opened her eyes again, sighing, a small Condensation of Essence Realm cultivator, truly beyond her expectations. The Wind God's Daoist technique was not something anyone could understand, without the right mindset, one would take many detours. This kid, however, entered the realm without her explanation.

"Walk without looking at the road, are you blind?"

"Damn, you stepped on my foot."

The street became lively, Zhao Yun's mind immersed, he was like a blind man, walking without looking, causing a series of curses.

At the end of the street, Zhao Yun finally came to his senses, still immersed, his eyes filled with joy and enlightenment, but what he understood was just a drop in the ocean.

Returning to the weapon shop, he was full of energy.

The Wind God Step was temporarily put aside, refinement was the most important, the exiled young master of the family needed to stand on his own.

This time, the progress was much faster, with plenty of Essence Pills to support him.

"What do you think our young master is doing, locking himself in the room all day?"

Outside the room, Yang Da and Wu Er were chatting, bored, having swept the small garden dozens of times. Business was poor, and they felt guilty taking the master's wages.

Old Sun was also puzzled, looking at Zhao Yun more and more, unable to see through him, what was he doing?

Creak!

The door opened, Zhao Yun stepped out, holding a red long sword.

"Grandpa, what do you think of this sword?"

Zhao Yun smiled, throwing the sword over.

Old Sun quickly stood up, catching it. Having seen countless weapons, he could roughly estimate the weight, but this sword was much heavier than expected. For a martial cultivator, it made no difference, but this sword was truly extraordinary, reflecting the moonlight, sometimes emitting a ringing sound, with lightning energy swirling around it, the blade extremely sharp, and the sword singing as it was wielded.

"Good sword."

After examining it, Old Sun couldn't help but praise. It wasn't the craftsmanship that was exquisite, but the sword's purity, with no impurities inside, and it could split stones without using true essence.

Such a high-quality sword was rare, even better than those sold at the Liu family's weapon shop.

"Here, take it." Zhao Yun smiled.

"Too valuable, young master."

"Don't refuse."

"Grandpa, let me see."

Yang Da and Wu Er came over, carefully touching the sword, truly a fine weapon, looking sharp.

"Stop looking, go move the weapons."

Zhao Yun sat down, taking out a wine flask.

"Got it!"

The two were quick, entering the room one after another.

Damn!

Then came a howl.

...

Night fell.

Under the old tree in the small garden, a table was set, with a rich spread of food and wine.

However, Yang Da and Wu Er seemed to have no appetite, often looking around, their eyes gleaming.

All the weapons from Zhao Yun's room were moved out, filling the small garden, with all kinds of high-quality weapons.

Not just them, Old Sun was also shocked. In three days, where did his young master get so many good weapons? Did he rob the Liu family's weapon shop?

Every time he thought of this, he looked at Zhao Yun, who now seemed to have a mysterious aura, not as incapable as rumored.

"One each, choose for yourselves."

Zhao Yun smiled, speaking to Yang Da and Wu Er.

"Thank you, young master."

The two were very practical, not even eating the meat, running to choose weapons. With their wages, they might never save enough to buy such high-quality weapons. Having such a generous master was truly a blessing.

"Young master, this..."

Old Sun spoke, hesitating.

"Opening tomorrow."

Zhao Yun smiled, not explaining the source, such matters were not easy to explain.

"Opening."

Old Sun was stunned for a moment, raising his wine glass to toast Zhao Yun. With so many high-quality weapons, the old master's legacy was secure.

After a few rounds of drinks, Zhao Yun returned to his room. After three days, the martial fanatic was itching to practice. The new Wind God Step, along with the Longyuan Sword, the Bone Washing and Sinew Changing Classic, and the Primordial Heavenly Lightning Technique... each made him eager to practice, giving him a sense of purpose, improving his spirit and energy.

Outside the room, Old Sun and the others were not idle, moving the weapons to the shop, cleaning the shelves, preparing for the reopening the next day.

Crunch! Crunch!

At night, the sound of bones cracking continued, Zhao Yun, the madman, was intensely refining his body. Indeed, he had exceptional talent, running multiple techniques simultaneously, and still understanding the Wind God Step.

In addition, he was polishing the Longyuan Sword.

All of this was happening at the same time, even a supreme being like the Moon Goddess was impressed. This guy wasn't just a martial fanatic, he had the capital. An ordinary person would have gone mad long ago.

"Xiu'er, the purple-golden small gourd..."

Even then, Zhao Yun had time to chat.

"There are restrictions on it, you can't unlock them now." The Moon Goddess said casually, "Refine it with lightning every day, that's enough."

Saying this, she went back to sleep.

Zhao Yun did not disturb her, continuing to practice, using lightning to refine the Longyuan Sword. The meteorite from outer space was extremely hard, any ordinary material would have shattered long ago.

However, it was just a matter of time.

Tonight, his Longyuan Sword transformed, the blade becoming more refined, with lightning patterns and continuous dragon roars, deep and resonant.

He didn't know when he stopped.

Then, he cut his finger, letting a drop of blood fall onto the sword, as the Moon Goddess had said, to nurture the sword spirit. If lucky, it would take a hundred years; if not, it was a matter of character.

What was a sword spirit, he had never seen.

However, if a sword had a spirit, it would transform.

"In the future, follow me."

Zhao Yun smiled, putting away the Longyuan Sword, and took out the purple-golden small gourd, not knowing the restrictions, but knowing it was extraordinary.

Under the moonlight, he opened the gourd, looking inside. It was misty and hazy, with clouds swirling, and a glimpse of a vast world.

"Inside is a universe."

Zhao Yun muttered, holding it and examining it, finding it hard to understand with his experience. What kind of technique could create a universe inside?