Chapter 10

Jialang is a weapon forger in Chongyang County.

In the Eastern Domain, weapon forgers are a highly sought-after profession, and most families are willing to pay a high price to treat them as honored guests, forging divine weapons for their clans.

However, most families in the Eastern Domain detest and abhor Jialang, wishing to kill him as soon as possible.

This is because his actions are extremely bizarre, and his forging techniques are very evil. Every time he starts a forge, he uses the fresh blood of a living person to consecrate it, and sometimes even throws the living person directly into the forge, burning them alive.

Such a vicious person has been wanted and besieged by many families in the Eastern Domain, but due to his formidable strength and elusive movements, he has managed to escape several times.

Unexpectedly, today he happened to pass by this place, inexplicably picking out Luo Zheng, and without a word, he reached out to grab him.

"Jialang, this person is a member of the Luo family. Quickly release him," Luo Bingquan said with a serious expression. Although he was a half-step away from being a Xiantian, he would not take Jialang lightly.

Jialang clicked his tongue and laughed, "If he is a member of your Luo family, why are you pointing a sword at him? Since you want to kill him so much, why don't I do it for you?"

"The rogue within our clan should be dealt with by me, the clan leader. Those who provoke the Luo family will not have a good end. Don't make a mistake!" Luo Bingquan said sternly, with several purple long swords floating around him, ready to strike.

"If Luo Xiao were here, I would be a bit cautious, but you... ha ha, you're still lacking. Who in this Luo family can I not provoke now?" Jialang laughed shrilly.

"This demon, boasting so much, watch me cut you down!" Luo Bingquan's face darkened, and the purple long swords hummed, whistling toward Jialang.

"Let's see how you cut me down!" Jialang, with a sharp laugh, retreated into the bronze furnace, which began to roll and charged back at the Luo family disciples.

The Luo family disciples, seeing the large bronze furnace rolling toward them, cried out in fear and scattered. Several Luo family disciples, unable to dodge in time, were thrown aside, bloodied and mangled, their fates unknown.

Luo Bingquan followed behind, continuously controlling the purple long swords to strike the bronze furnace. Although his purple long swords were incredibly sharp, the bronze furnace, made with some unknown metal, only produced a series of clanging sounds under the sword strikes, without leaving a single mark.

The bronze furnace rolled and crushed, turning the entire training ground into chaos, with the Luo family disciples screaming in agony. It then turned and sped away...

Luo Bingquan watched helplessly as the bronze furnace rolled farther and farther away. He gritted his teeth, about to draw his sword to chase, but was stopped by Luo Junyi, "Second Brother, this demon is unpredictable, don't chase him."

"What about the rogue Luo Zheng, how should we deal with him?" Luo Bingquan said expressionlessly.

Luo Junyi sneered, "Jialang is extremely vicious. Those he captures are mostly thrown into the forge and burned alive. Luo Zheng, in his hands, has no chance of survival."

Luo Bingquan nodded, scanning the Luo family disciples at the scene, a sense of unease rising in his heart, though he couldn't pinpoint its source. He irritably told Luo Junyi, "Order the injured Luo family disciples to be treated!"

On the training ground, dozens of Luo family disciples were injured, many with broken legs or ribs, crying out in pain.

The other uninjured Luo family disciples watched this scene with a sense of gloom.

Putting aside the enmity between Luo Zheng and his uncles, the Luo family was indeed in decline.

When Luo Xiao, Luo Zheng's father, was around, demons like Jialang would never dare to show up so brazenly.

The decline of the Luo family was evident in many subtle ways.

In the ranking of the major families in Chongyang County, the Luo family, which once dominated, was now outside the top three.

In the past, the Luo family disciples walked the streets with pride, and no one in Chongyang County dared to provoke them.

Now, the Luo family disciples had become timid, even having to endure the faces of some servants within the family.

This life was unbearable...

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Luo Zheng, confined in the small bronze furnace, remained silent.

As the former young master, Luo Zheng had heard of Jialang. His father had often told him that if Jialang fell into his hands, he would use his three-foot green sword to cut him in half.

Luo Zheng had also heard many stories about Jialang's heinous acts, such as using living people to consecrate weapons.

Falling into Jialang's hands, Luo Zheng could only sigh at his bad luck, truly out of the frying pan and into the fire.

The bronze furnace rolled forward, and Luo Zheng spun continuously. The stench of decay from Jialang almost made him vomit.

After rolling for a while, the bronze furnace suddenly stopped. Jialang's hollow, skull-like eyes stared at Luo Zheng, and he sniffed him, puzzled, "Strange, I've never seen a physique like yours before. You don't seem to be a human! Your scent is similar to the mystic weapons I forge."

"I'm alive, with hands and feet. What else could I be? I advise you to release me; I am of no help to your forging," Luo Zheng said irritably, but his heart skipped a beat. Jialang's nose was so sensitive that he could detect his mystic physique.

"Release you? Ha ha, don't count on it. I like people with special physiques. Throwing you into my precious forge, who knows what I might forge!" Jialang reached out and shackled Luo Zheng with a chain in the bronze furnace, then jumped out.

The bronze furnace suddenly rose and floated forward. Jialang was carrying it with one hand, running at a speed much faster than before.

This made it easier for Luo Zheng. The rolling motion was uncomfortable, and now he didn't have to smell Jialang's decay. He could even stick his head out of the bronze furnace to look at the scenery.

As for the chain shackling him, it was neither metal nor iron. He tried to pull it, but it didn't budge, so he gave up on the idea of breaking it. Even if he could escape the bronze furnace, how could he escape from Jialang, who didn't even fear Luo Bingquan?

Jialang ran extremely fast, the dark forest passing by Luo Zheng rapidly. Seeing the towering trees and the eerie calls of crows and owls, he realized they were deep in the forest.

After passing through a large forest, Luo Zheng saw a cliff ahead. Jialang, seemingly unaware, ran straight to the edge of the cliff and leaped off with the bronze furnace.

Jumping off the cliff, wouldn't they be crushed to death? Luo Zheng clung to the edge of the bronze furnace, panicking, but it stopped falling.

On the cliff, there were jagged rocks protruding. Jialang held the bronze furnace with one hand and grabbed the rocks with the other, descending step by step.

In the middle of the cliff, there was a tall, leafy tree. Jialang stepped on the trunk and pushed aside the dense leaves, revealing a large cave.

The entrance was narrow, and the bronze furnace barely squeezed in, but the space inside grew larger, revealing a vast, hidden world.

"No wonder the Chongyang County has launched several joint manhunts, but Jialang always escapes. He has hidden his lair in such a secluded place," Luo Zheng thought.

The cave was several dozen feet high, with the walls glowing a dark red. Upon closer inspection, there was a flow of magma inside, making it an excellent place for forging.

In the center of the cave, there was a black forge with four legs, entirely black. Eight sharp spikes protruded from the furnace walls, each piercing into a human body!

The people's essence and blood had been drained by the spikes, leaving them emaciated, more terrifying than skeletons, but their chests still rose and fell, barely alive. These were all living people!

Near the forge, there were several iron cages made of fine iron, each about a meter square. Each cage contained a living person, most of them with vacant eyes, shivering uncontrollably.

Jialang's cruel and vicious methods were indeed true. Seeing this, Luo Zheng was secretly shocked.

"Clang!"

The bronze furnace was thrown to the ground. Jialang laughed shrilly, climbed onto the bronze furnace, and sniffed Luo Zheng, a satisfied smile on his face, "Forging with flesh and blood, sealing the resentment of humans into weapons, the mystic weapons forged this way naturally carry strong resentment, greatly increasing their power! For some reason, your flesh and blood are very similar to the mystic weapons. If I forge you together with the mystic weapons, it might enhance the power of my 'Inferno Sword,' perhaps even forging a spirit weapon!"