Chapter 8

After handing over the second-grade short sword to the Huoyun Hall, Kong Fang felt completely relaxed. If even a weapon of the second grade couldn't secure his entry into the Inner Hall, making him a prestigious Inner Hall disciple, he might as well find a rock to bash his head against and die.

In previous years, some disciples who had forged weapons of the fourth grade still had a chance to enter the Inner Hall, let alone someone like him who had forged a weapon of the second grade.

However, based on his memory and observations over the past two days, Kong Fang also noticed something peculiar. Among the new disciples, quite a few unexpectedly obtained some relatively good forging materials. If any of these people had a higher level of forging skills, they might really have a chance to forge weapons of the third grade, or even the second grade.

Of course, even if other people forged weapons of the second grade, Kong Fang wouldn't be worried at all. Although the Weapon Sect ignored the new disciples, as long as the new disciples could forge good weapons, the Weapon Sect wouldn't care what materials they used. In the eyes of the Weapon Sect, being able to obtain good forging materials was also a skill.

But if two second-grade weapons were to be compared, the Weapon Sect would definitely choose the disciple who used ordinary materials to forge the weapon, because this already demonstrated that the disciple had an extremely outstanding talent for forging.

Kong Fang left the peak where the Huoyun Hall was located and quickly headed towards his dilapidated wooden house.

On the way, Kong Fang again felt the sensation of being watched, knowing it must be someone sent by Zhao Yong. He was extremely angry and resentful, but he pretended not to notice and continued on his way.

"Although I have already condensed my divine soul and have a remarkable perception, it's just that my divine soul is a bit stronger than the average person. My own strength hasn't improved much. It's not yet time to confront Zhao Yong and his gang head-on. But it won't take long. With my divine soul formed, I will soon be able to cultivate magical power. At that time, I will reclaim everything with interest. My things are not so easy to take, and my life... is not something anyone can command or take away so easily." Kong Fang's eyes glowed with a fierce determination and a cold killing intent.

Zhao Yong, believing he had everything under control, wanted to completely eliminate Kong Fang to prevent him from becoming an Inner Hall disciple and posing a threat to him. But Zhao Yong didn't know that it wouldn't take long; in a few days, Kong Fang would become an Inner Hall disciple.

Without absolute power, Kong Fang decided to temporarily avoid confrontation and wait until he had cultivated magical power to settle accounts with Zhao Yong and his gang.

Kong Fang ignored Qian Ziguang, who was following him from a distance, as if he hadn't noticed anyone following him, and calmly returned to his residence.

Kong Fang's wooden house was built in a mountain hollow, and it was hard to see the inside unless one got close. However, to prevent Zhao Yong and his gang from noticing anything unusual and becoming wary, Kong Fang moved the wooden bed to a corner of the house. This way, when he was cultivating, outsiders wouldn't be able to discover him.

Soon, Kong Fang immersed himself in cultivation.

However, he also retained a bit of perception of the outside world to prevent Zhao Yong and his gang from taking action against him within the sect.

As night fell, Kong Fang, who was in the midst of cultivation, didn't feel the passage of time, but Qian Ziguang, who was guarding outside the house, was anxious and frustrated.

"What the hell is Kong Fang doing? All the forging materials have been destroyed, so it's impossible for him to pass the assessment. At this time, he should be trying to escape, but why has he been completely quiet since entering that dilapidated wooden house?" Qian Ziguang cursed angrily.

Staking out someone wasn't a pleasant task, and Qian Ziguang was already somewhat unable to bear it after just one day.

Earlier, Qian Ziguang had heard in the Huoyun Hall's forging area that many people's forging materials had been destroyed, and even Sun Hao, an Inner Hall disciple, couldn't escape this fate. This made Qian Ziguang firmly believe that Kong Fang's forging materials had been completely destroyed. Getting this news, Qian Ziguang was extremely excited because this meant that Kong Fang would definitely try to escape, and if he could take advantage of the situation to eliminate Kong Fang, his status in Zhao Yong's eyes would be greatly elevated.

But who knew that after entering the wooden house, Kong Fang remained completely quiet, which left Qian Ziguang puzzled and eventually turned into anger. He endured the long, hard night outside the wooden house, while the damned Kong Fang was probably sleeping soundly. How could the self-important Qian Ziguang accept this?

"Damn it, I really want to rush in at this moment and directly eliminate this menace." A thought suddenly popped into Qian Ziguang's mind.

However, Qian Ziguang immediately shivered deeply. Killing someone in the Weapon Sect, if discovered, would mean certain death. To risk his life for a single Kong Fang, Qian Ziguang clearly thought it wasn't worth it.

"Damn Kong Fang, making me suffer by watching you. You better pray you never leave the Weapon Sect, or I will definitely not let you die easily." Qian Ziguang gritted his teeth and vowed.

At midnight, another of Zhao Yong's followers, Wang Hao, came to Qian Ziguang's side.

"You can go back now; I'll take over watching him." Wang Hao looked excited.

During the day, he had reacted a bit slower than Qian Ziguang, allowing Qian Ziguang to take the lead. Zhao Yong was clearly very satisfied with Qian Ziguang's attitude, which made Wang Hao feel a sense of urgency, fearing that Qian Ziguang would solidify his position as the first follower. However, since nothing had happened during the day, it was now his turn to show his worth.

Qian Ziguang didn't move. Knowing that Kong Fang's forging materials had been destroyed, how could he leave at this time? Otherwise, all the credit would go to Wang Hao. But if he didn't leave, he had to tell Wang Hao what had happened during the day, or he wouldn't be able to explain to Zhao Yong.

After some thought, Qian Ziguang said resentfully, "During the forging at the Huoyun Hall, all of Kong Fang's forging materials were destroyed by the earth fire. I suspect he has a high possibility of escaping tonight, so it's best if we both keep an eye on him."

Upon hearing this, Wang Hao was suddenly delighted, but learning that Qian Ziguang was unwilling to leave made him somewhat dissatisfied. In Wang Hao's view, the weak Kong Fang could be handled by him alone, and he naturally didn't want others to share his credit. However, he had no good reason to make Qian Ziguang leave, as Zhao Yong only wanted Kong Fang dead and didn't care how many people did the job. On the contrary, having more people involved would increase the chances of success, and Zhao Yong would naturally prefer it.

Thus, the two people with ulterior motives continued to guard outside the wooden house, their eyes wide open, closely watching the house, afraid of missing any opportunity to earn credit. They stayed there all night, and by morning, their eyes were bloodshot, still staring at the wooden house as if they had a deep-seated hatred for it. However, their gazes were somewhat vacant.

Clearly, both had been exhausted by the night.

What was even more unacceptable to them was that Kong Fang had been completely quiet all night, leading them to believe that he had truly slept the whole night, while they had been like two fools, serving as door gods for Kong Fang all night.

Inside the wooden house, Kong Fang's expression suddenly tightened, and his eyes snapped open. After a night of relentless cultivation, he finally had some magical power in his dantian.

But at this moment, Kong Fang suddenly discovered a very serious problem.

"I haven't become an Inner Hall disciple yet. If I have magical power, it will be easily seen through by the elders, and the soul-refining technique in the Purple Mansion will be exposed. It seems I have to endure for a few more days." Kong Fang felt a bit regretful, but to avoid exposing his greatest secret, he had to control the small amount of magical power that had just formed in his dantian and let it dissipate.

As the magical power dissipated through his body and limbs, Kong Fang's eyes suddenly lit up.

"This, the dissipation of magical power actually has the effect of refining the body." Kong Fang, who had been a bit regretful just a moment ago, immediately became excited again.

"Although the body only absorbed a little magical power, the refining effect is significant. I can clearly feel my body getting stronger and my strength increasing. Ha ha, good, since I can't let magical power appear in my dantian for a few days, I'll use magical power to refine my body. As long as I have a strong body, I still have a chance to deal with Zhao Yong." Without any worries, Kong Fang eagerly resumed his cultivation.

Ps: I originally planned to resume two updates after the 11th, but looking at the results, they are truly disheartening. Unfortunately, I will temporarily stick to one update. When I have more readers, I will resume two updates. Finally, I hope those who like this book will leave more comments in the review section so I can see the support. The sooner I see the support, the sooner I will resume two updates.