Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 189: Refining Equipment and the Organization Are One Family
In the past six months, the weapon refiners in Qingjing have had a hard time.

All the independent cultivators who used to be respectful to Mr. Zhangkou and call him senior are gone.

Those customers who came with materials for precious weapons and asked them to make magical weapons for them have also disappeared.

Although I haven’t starved to death, the difference in my mood is really huge.

That's what Meng Jiang is like.

As a well-known weapon-refining master in Qingjing, he has some friendship with the elders of several small sects, and is usually treated as a guest of honor when he visits them.

In the past, he took business based on his mood. If he wanted Mr. Meng to refine a magical instrument, he would have to ask an acquaintance to come to his house to pay a visit.

But now it has not been open for several months.

As for the reason, it is definitely Qianji Pavilion's fault.

Beautiful patterns, exquisite appearance, and quality that can be passed down for three generations are nothing compared to the word "cheap".

One traditional magic weapon can buy three Thousand Machine props of the same power.

Qianji Pavilion provides a six-month warranty, and you can exchange your old product for a new one within two years.

The difficulties faced by the Thousand Machine Monks in the past now appeared on the weapon refiners.

Of course, not all weapon refiners are stubborn. They are also thinking of various solutions.

Some people, adhering to the principle of joining if they can't beat them, simply changed their clothes, applied and turned in their apprentices to become apprentices of Qianji Pavilion.

Anyway, the techniques of formations all have something in common, so switching to the art of Thousand Machines is not a difficult matter.

Others, some of whom were more persistent, decided to humble themselves at the beginning and prepare to fight a protracted war with Qianji Pavilion, and win the final victory by word of mouth and quality.

These old men, along with their apprentices, began to provide swords, magic weapons, sound transmission jades and other items to independent cultivators and small sects at low prices.

It was fine at first, until Lily completed the Thousand Machine Talisman Array and the development of Little Walnut was completed.

No one wants their stuff anymore.

In the hands of the weapon refiner, there is a sword or magic weapon that is purely hand-refined and has been refined into a low-level magical power. Even if it is cheap, it will cost at least a hundred spirit stones.

Qianji Pavilion is having a big sale: weapons made with the Sword Sect's Puppet Lathe, paired with spell plug-ins produced by Qianji Pavilion, are only ninety-nine per set.

You can choose any spell or weapon style you want, and customization is available for an additional fee. No matter what kind of weird weapon it is, even a dung fork can be made for you.

There are discounts on spell plug-ins, buy three and get one free, buy more and get more free, and collect points to exchange for limited edition Tianhuan pendants.

There is no need to think about the sound transmission jade, it is useless in front of Little Walnut.

Under Qianji Pavilion's inhumane mass production strategy and preferential policies, these small workshops of weapon refiners immediately fell apart.

After failing in the price war, some of these people left Qingjing directly to develop elsewhere, while others chose to join but not fully join in order to make a living.

These people are working in Qianji Town.

Most weapon refiners are proficient in identifying materials. Now at the Zhashide Auction House, almost all the appraisers are former weapon refiners.

While working in the enemy camp, they studied and improved the method of refining weapons, intending to make a comeback.

The last group of people is Meng Jiang and his group. These people can't give up the path of weapon refiners, and their status is higher, so they can't afford to lose face and do the work of appraisers.

They really like refining equipment, just like the Thousand Machine Monks last year.

Qingjing, Fahuan Sect.

Meng Jiang was chatting with his old friend, Elder Xing of the Fahuan Sect.

What Meng Jiang meant by this was to ask Elder Xing if the Fahuan Sect needed a guest elder who could refine weapons.

Seeing his old friend in such a predicament, Elder Xing sighed.

"Brother Meng, why are you doing this? Why not..."

Meng Jiang shook his head, "Brother Ma, there's no need to persuade me to join Qianji Pavilion anymore. I..."

Elder Xing raised his hand to interrupt Meng Jiang's words. He looked around and whispered to Meng Jiang.

"It's not that I won't help you, brother. It's just that even if I help you, it's useless. Our sect leader has recently started thinking about bringing the entire sect to join the Qianji Pavilion."

"Brother Meng, joining our Fahuan Sect is just a matter of words, but this..."

Elder Xing was a bit vulgar, but he didn't say the second half of the sentence, "take off your pants and fart."

"Ah? Why is that?" Meng Jiang, who has been somewhat out of touch with the news recently, was puzzled.

"That's what happened," Elder Xing explained to Meng Jiang.

As the most advanced small sect in Qingjing, Fahuan Sect immediately replaced their disciples with Qianji Pavilion equipment.

Various explosive props have significantly improved the combat effectiveness of the sect's disciples, and things like the Demonic Atlas allow the disciples of the Fahuan Sect to cope with more complex environments.

Afterwards, the leader of the Fahuan Sect spent a huge amount of money to ask Qianji Pavilion to specially customize two underground cities in the Fahuan Sect for the purpose of testing disciples.

This saves the disciples in the sect from queuing up with those independent cultivators every day.

Under the positive cycle of going out to gain actual combat experience and being tortured in the dungeon when returning home, the Fahuan Sect, which already had a good reputation, developed a good habit of its disciples traveling together and cooperating with each other in fights.

For many tasks, they can even challenge higher levels.

Most of the tasks within the sect have been replaced with tasks from Qianji Pavilion. Disciples can spend the sect's shared points earned at Qianji Pavilion.

At the same time, Fahuan Sect also started doing business with Qianji Pavilion.

Although it only took half a year for the leader of the Fahuan Sect to torment him, the effect was significant.

The strength of the disciples has been improved, and because they followed Qianji Pavilion to benefit from it, the sect not only did not lose money, but also made a profit.

The leader of the Fahuan Sect thought about it and decided that it would be better to just go all out and join.

He learned from gossip that the Qianji Pavilion's mental method was an advanced mental method that combined the essence of the three major sects: the Sword Sect, the Beast Taming Sect, and the Longhu Mountain.

Although it is just starting out, he feels that it is definitely more promising than the Dharma Ring Heart Sutra created by his great-grandfather.

If Qianji Pavilion becomes the seventh largest sect in the future, then I, who joined early, will also take off.

Recently, the leader of Fahuan Sect has been going to Qianji Pavilion three times a day for this matter.

Elder Xing finished his story and spread his hands to indicate that this was the case.

"Alas." Meng Jiang sighed after hearing this. This time, Meng Jiang was truly at a loss. He stood up and bowed, about to leave, but Elder Xing stopped him again.

"Don't worry, Old Meng, just listen to me."

"Please speak." Meng Jiang sat down again.

"Brother, do you have any grudges against Qianji Pavilion?"

"Why do you say that? It's just that we have different ideas. I just hate myself for being incompetent."

Hearing what Meng Jiang said, Elder Xing felt relieved.

He took out the small walnut tri-fold screen that his eldest disciple had given him as a gift and opened a group chat.

"Brother Meng, look at this."

He handed over the walnut.

Meng Jiang took it and his eyes froze.

In one picture, several little girls were holding a large banner, and under the banner stood a silver-white metal man.

The banner reads.

[The refining agency is one family, the Shendan Gang welcomes you]

"What is this?" Meng Jiang was puzzled.

Elder Xing smiled and said, "A while ago, Qianji Pavilion found a master weapon refiner from the northern border. It is said that his weapon refining skills are superb. Now Qianji Pavilion is recruiting weapon refiners to seek the great path together."

After saying that, Meng Jiang saw the pictures on the screen slide down, and the other pictures showed the scenes of monks registering.

Still under the big poplar tree, a group of weapon refiners, young and old, were queuing up to register with their heads held high and their chests puffed out.

Meng Jiang stared at it for a long time, then suddenly stood up and walked quickly towards the door.

"Old Meng, where are you going?" Elder Xing asked hurriedly.

"That stubborn old donkey Lu Sheng is here too. This grandson is very arrogant. He signed up, which means that the weapon refining master must be someone very important. I..."

Elder Xing could no longer hear the second half of the sentence because Meng Jiang had already flown into the sky on his natal magic weapon.

Fahuan Sect was not far from Qianji Town. Meng Jiang landed outside Qianji Town, put away his magical instrument, the giant drum, tidied his clothes, and walked into the gate of Qianji Town.

Qianji Pavilion, near the big poplar tree.

A thin and wretched old man with rat-like hair shaking back and forth was squatting on the side of the road, holding a silver-white round magic weapon and muttering to himself.

"Grandmaster, bless me, Grandmaster, bless me, I'm not mistaken, this is all true."

This was what he got from the weapon refining master named Dandan after he registered. Although this thing is simple, it has no special power except for glowing and levitation.

But Lu Sheng's hands are connected to his heart, and he knew this thing was a rare treasure the moment he touched it. He discovered that the inner spiritual energy array operated in a completely different way from ordinary magic tools.

He felt that if he had mastered this ball, his weapon-refining skills would definitely be able to improve further.

Just as he was wondering, Old Man Lu suddenly saw an old man trying to steal his treasure. He quickly used his magical power of escape to retreat several meters, then took out his own natal gourd, made it into the shape of a white crane spreading its wings, and pointed the gourd at the thief.

"Hey, where did you come from, you old thief? Be careful or I'll have the Sword Sect's cultivators capture you!"

However, after seeing the appearance of the person coming, he put away his posture, put his hands behind his back and walked over with a look that looked like he deserved a beating.

"Hey, who was that? Old Meng, why are you here in Qianji Pavilion?"

"Let me see it." Meng Jiang ignored his old friend's teasing. He hurried forward, took the ball, and injected spiritual energy into it to explore the secrets inside.

Meng Jiang also immediately noticed the strangeness, but when he was about to investigate, he found that the ball was gone again.

"Give it to me. If you want it, go sign up yourself." Old Man Lu snatched the ball back as if he was afraid that Meng Jiang would break it.

Then he took several steps back.

"What, what is this?" Meng Jiang asked.

He was itching to hold the ball for a while longer.

"This is my homework this week!" After saying that, Old Man Lu clumsily used his spiritual energy to control the ball. The ball unfolded in his hand, and he showed off the secret of the ball to Meng Jiang.

There was a puzzle inside the sphere, and the magic circle from the first level of the Egg Stage appeared in front of Meng Jiang.

"Being able to open this ball has already completed the first step. Once I can solve this magic circle, I will be able to get started." Lu Sheng boasted.

Meng Jiang ignored Lu Sheng, flicked his sleeves, turned around and ran towards the big poplar tree.

But after taking a few steps, he was stopped by Lu Sheng again.

"Hey! Old man Meng! Stand still, I want to tell you something!"

"What's the matter?" Meng Jiang was anxious.

But the old man Lu Sheng was not in a hurry. He stroked his rat-like beard and looked at Meng Jiang with a smile.

Just when Meng Jiang thought Lu Sheng had something important to say, he saw the old man pat his chest and said to him.

"After you register, remember to call me Senior Brother, don't forget.

I came here first!"

Meng Jiang really wanted to put his drum on this old man's head, but now it was urgent and he had no time to delay, so he hurried to line up.

"Name, cultivation level?"

When it was Meng Jiang's turn, the monk in charge of registration asked.

"Meng Jiang, for your cultivation level, just focus on the Golden Core." Meng Jiang said.

"It turns out to be Senior Meng, please wait a moment."

Why did the monk in charge of registration erase the information on the jade slip and take out a new one?

[Shendan Gang Special Sprint Team, No. 7 Meng Jiang]

After registering, he handed the new jade slip to Meng Jiang, then pointed in a direction for him, indicating that Meng Jiang should go there to take the test.

"Next!" He said loudly as he sent Meng Jiang away.

(End of this chapter)