My junior sister sees everyone as a heretical cultivator.

Chapter 13 Martyrdom Forges Divine Weapons

A figure had just been resurrected in the cave and immediately sped off towards the Weapon Refining Pavilion.

It was the player who had been used as a "catalyst" for refining—Ji.

He ran while rapidly typing in the guild chat.

[Sacrifice: @Shi Gandang, I'm here! I was just helping someone prepare the elixir, I was delayed! Can you still save the 'medicinal catalyst' for me?]

[Shi Gandang: Hurry up! We've been waiting for you!]

……

At this moment, Su Ling'er's gaze was fixed on a corner of the weapon refining pavilion.

Lin Qingfeng noticed her gaze, and a hint of pride appeared on his face, which always liked to feign profundity.

This is a self-created technique among their player group that has been recognized by the system!

He cleared his throat and explained to Su Ling'er:

"This is the supreme body-forging method created by my sect's disciples, which is outside of the myriad methods and has found its own unique path—the Sword Refining Technique."

This wasn't taught by Elder Qian; it was created by us disciples!

These words made Su Ling'er mentally complain.

Original?

Of all the myriad cultivation methods in the world, which one didn't originate from those few fragments of the "Primordial Dao Canon"?

While some works claim to be original, they are mostly derived from incomplete or fragmentary texts.

Those who were once exceptionally talented have attempted to create their own martial arts techniques, but this seems to be going against the will of Heaven, with many constraints and even the possibility of divine retribution.

She simply didn't believe that anyone in this seemingly unreliable demonic sect could actually comprehend a supreme path out of thin air!

However, the "Sword Refining Manual"...

Su Ling'er's heart stirred. Why was it named "Sword" but was it a method of body refinement?

What does this mean?

Seemingly noticing her confusion, the senior brother explained, "The so-called weapon forging is to temper it a thousand times and transform it into a divine weapon."

The fundamental principle of our Guixi Sect's "Sword Refining Technique" is exactly the same.

It is to use heaven and earth as a furnace and one's own body as a vessel.

He regarded his own flesh and bones as a flawed sword blank, and his meridians and blood vessels as inscriptions to be carved.

Using endless suffering as fire, and forging it a hundred times with the hammer of heaven, the ideal state of cultivation at its highest level is to forge this mortal body into a humanoid flying sword!

Su Ling'er listened to her senior brother's eloquent explanation and felt that it seemed to have some profound meaning.

After all, it is an ancient demonic sect with an ancient lineage of evil cultivators, so it is not surprising that it will take any kind of path.

But she didn't approve of forging people into flying swords.

However, she also wanted to see for herself what this so-called "Sword Refining Manual" actually looked like.

But at that moment, something unexpected happened in that corner.

The disciple who had voluntarily lay down on the iron-forging platform had his limbs and torso firmly secured with iron chains by several fellow disciples, rendering him unable to move.

But his expression showed no sign of being forced; instead, it was one of resolute determination and anticipation, as if he were heading to a sacred place.

"Shi Gandang, are you ready?"

The disciple named Shi Gandang looked at his already qualified willpower and body tempering attributes and roared:

"Enough talk, let's go! I can do it!"

"it is good!"

A huge bronze pot was lifted up by two disciples working together.

Inside the pot was a viscous liquid that was boiling violently.

Countless bubbles burst on the surface.

A mosquito happened to fly over the airflow and was instantly corroded by the rising heat, turning into ashes.

Is it possible for a mere boiling stream of air to kill a tiny insect, leaving it with no trace?

The corrosiveness of this liquid is incredibly strong!

It also had a pungent herbal smell.

"Start watering!"

The leading disciple shouted sharply, holding a long-handled medicine spoon engraved with countless runes. The runes lit up the moment they touched the liquid, emitting a "sizzling" sound.

Then, he scooped up a spoonful of boiling hot medicinal soup and poured it over Shi Gandang's head!

"Thorn--!"

The sound of flesh being burned and corroded was clearly audible.

Shi Gandang thought he had already lowered his pain threshold to the lowest level, but to fit the occasion, he still let out a scream.

However, he did not purchase the dedicated "Pain Mod".

All he could do was scream, "Ah—!"

His skin was corroded red by the medicinal soup, his flesh melted away, and then new skin and flesh slowly grew under the influence of some kind of medicine, only to be corroded again.

It felt as if my whole body was enduring unimaginable pain!
His somewhat deliberate performance genuinely shocked Su Ling'er.

She watched this scene with a blank expression, seeing spoonful after spoonful of corrosive, scalding hot medicine being poured onto Shi Gandang's body, his screams echoing endlessly.

This is not over yet!

Several disciples assisting in the task each retrieved a massive magic hammer from their storage bags. The hammerheads were dark gold, engraved with profound spiritual runes.

At that moment, the figure came rushing over from a distance.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!”

It was a sacrificial ceremony.

He ran to the edge of the platform, glanced at Shi Gandang who was "painfully" performing, and curled his lip.

The acting was still not as professional as the one I paid money to watch.

The 'pain module' you pay for is definitely different.

He turned to the pot of boiling medicinal soup and said loudly:

"Senior brother, I've come to be your 'medicinal catalyst'!"

"Let me show you what real suffering is!"

As he spoke, to Su Ling'er's incomprehension, he leaped into the scalding copper pot!

"thump!"

"Thorn--!"

“Ahhhhh——!”

The sacrificial animal's body convulsed violently in the pot, its contorted expression of pain palpable, and its shrill screams sending chills down one's spine.

That's horrible!
Su Ling'er was terrified.

Subsequently, his flesh and blood began to be corroded, dissolved, and decomposed at a visible speed, eventually merging completely into the medicinal soup.

The disciples standing by the platform, however, seemed used to this. They picked up their spoons again and stirred the medicine continuously.

He then poured the medicinal soup, infused with the essence of the sacrificial animal's flesh and blood, onto Shi Gandang's body.

"Zi la...Zi la..."

"Begin the forging!"

The leader shouted loudly.

They raised their gavels and smashed them down hard on the stone guardian on the platform!
"boom!!"

"what!"

Shi Gandang joined in with a scream.

The disciples seemed to follow some strange rhythm, taking turns to forge Shi Gandang's body.

With each heavy hammer blow, Shi Gandang would let out a scream, and the medicinal soup, stained with the essence of his fellow disciples' blood and flesh, would penetrate even deeper into his body.

On one side, there was the horrific forging; on the other, the sacrificed were rapidly dissolved in boiling water.

The disciple in the pot had completely turned into a pool of blood, and the color of the medicinal soup had become even more bizarre and terrifying.

Human sacrifice!

Use your own body as a tool!

No wonder my senior brother was so satisfied when I said "martyrdom to forge divine weapons"—that's exactly what they did!

They used a living fellow disciple as a sacrifice, melting him into a medicinal soup, just to extract his blood and flesh essence!
Then, another fellow disciple was treated as a piece of unfeeling iron and forged with a heavy hammer!

This is the martial art you created yourself?!
As expected, he is a demonic cultivator, beyond the comprehension of common sense.

However, in the instant she lost her composure, the changes in the scene once again exceeded her expectations.

When the sounds of forging finally stopped, the disciple named Shi Gandang was covered in blood and his breath was extremely weak.

Just when Su Ling'er thought he was doomed, a powerful and domineering aura suddenly burst out from his body!

That aura was more than twice as strong as before!
The previously dejected air, after undergoing this inhumane ordeal, was actually...

Destruction leads to construction, and cultivation level skyrockets!

He... he actually broke through using this!
This is actually... a body-strengthening technique?
This demonic sect has truly transformed this inhuman torture into a path of cultivation that can reliably enhance one's strength?!

As expected, it's an ancient demonic sect!
"Junior sister, now do you understand what it means to 'forge a divine weapon through martyrdom'?"

Lin Qingfeng's voice rang out at the opportune moment.

"Refining weapons is refining the mind."

This is the "Sword Refining Technique" created by the disciples of my Guixi Sect. It does not rely on external objects, but only seeks within oneself.

Every breakthrough is a brush with death, every cultivation is a rebirth amidst endless suffering.

“Junior sister, although you have a pseudo-spiritual root, you have natural comprehension and your willpower is far beyond that of ordinary people. You are very suitable for cultivating this kind of method.”

Besides, you yourself said, "Martyrdom forges divine weapons," and I believe that you, junior sister, also have this kind of awareness.

Om-!
Su Ling'er's mind went completely blank.

Is this... digging a hole for yourself and jumping into it?
Am I suitable?
I'm not a match for you, you big dummy!
You are the right one, your whole clan is the right one!
...Okay, looking at you two, it seems like you're actually quite a good match.

But is this a technique that normal people can practice?

What are you thinking?
Why would those people willingly sacrifice themselves?
Are they all rushing to be reborn into another family?

My God, that person actually jumped in without hesitation, letting himself be corroded and melted!

Was this all he sought immortality for?!
Speaking of which... what did that disciple look like again?

Forget it, it's not important.

This den of demons is terrifying!!!
Sect Leader...it seems like they want me dead right now!!!
(End of this chapter)