Mythical Cultivation

You know, these poison sacs are very necessary items for many cultivators, but they are extremely rare. These poison sacs can be used for both refining pills and refining weapons.

After all, poisonous monsters are rare, and obtaining their poison sacs is extremely difficult.

It was for this reason that Wu Ming was so surprised that he was able to obtain these poison sacs this time.

In fact, if Wu Ming had not gone to a place like Youhua Valley this time, where there are relatively more poisonous monsters, it would be difficult for him to hunt so many poisonous monsters in other places.

"Ah Ming, you really stole the lair of the poisonous beast this time! How could you get so many poison sacs? But, are you okay, kid? Don't joke with your future!"

Wu Tianlong asked with a worried look on his face while stroking his beard.

The value of these materials is certainly important, but for Wu Tianlong, they are not as important as his grandson Wu Ming.

Wu Ming is his grandson whom he raised since childhood, and his love and expectations for Wu Ming are self-evident.

Although he hoped that Wu Ming could succeed and bring honor to the family, deep down in his heart, what he hoped most was that Wu Ming could live a peaceful life.

After all, he had already experienced the pain of losing a loved one, and he really couldn't bear such a blow again.

"Grandpa, don't worry! Don't you understand me? I'm not the kind of person who doesn't know his limits.

You see, I'm not injured at all. Besides, these materials are just a surprise, nothing serious.

Come, I'll show you something good. Maybe you can make a powerful magical weapon out of it!"

Wu Ming smiled and comforted Wu Tianlong, and at the same time carefully took out the flamingo tail feathers that had not yet been taken out.

Wu Tianlong stared intently, his eyes fixed on the seven feathers in Wu Ming's hand.

The feathers were as bright as fire, as if burning with raging flames, and each one exuded a strong fire energy, which was amazing.

His eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief, and he asked in a lost voice, "This is... such a powerful fire-attributed energy! What kind of demonic beast's feather is this?"

Seeing this, Wu Ming quickly handed the Fire Feather in his hand to his grandfather and explained:

"Grandpa, I got this from a flamingo. It's the feathers from its tail. I discovered that these feathers contain extremely rich fire-attributed heavenly and earth energy, so I wanted to show them to you. Do you think I can use them to refine a magical weapon?"

Wu Tianlong took the feather and examined it carefully. He gently stroked the feather with his fingers, feeling the powerful force contained within it.

He thought to himself, "Flamingo? As expected, only this powerful monster's feathers could contain such a rich fire energy."

After a moment, he raised his head and looked at Wu Ming, with a glint of admiration in his eyes. He said, "Your idea is very good. The strength of these seven fire feathers is indeed extraordinary. Perhaps they can really be used to make a top-grade magical weapon."

"Top-grade magical weapon? Grandpa, are you sure? I thought only high-grade magical weapons could be refined."

After hearing his grandfather's suggestion, Wu Ming couldn't help but feel excited.

His eyes lit up instantly, as if he had seen a rare treasure, and his face was filled with eagerness to try.

You know, that's a top-grade magical weapon! It's much more powerful than a top-grade magical weapon, and its power is simply incomparable.

Wu Ming himself doesn't even have a top-grade magic weapon yet, and he hasn't even seen a few of them.

So, when he heard his grandfather say that it was possible to refine a top-grade magic weapon, how could he not be extremely excited?

However, Wu Tianlong was not as excited as Wu Ming. He looked at his grandson seriously and said earnestly:

"Boy, don't be too happy too soon. I just said it's possible, not guaranteed to succeed.

Moreover, it is not so easy to refine a top-grade magic weapon. Even the most powerful inner disciples in Qingyun Sect don't have a top-grade magic weapon."

Wu Tianlong paused, then continued, "Refining a top-grade magical weapon not only requires a large amount of precious materials and ores, but also requires extremely advanced refining techniques and methods.

This is not something that can be done casually, so don’t take it too lightly.”

Although his grandfather's words were a bit of a dampener, Wu Ming was not discouraged.

On the contrary, he felt more relaxed. He smiled and said to his grandfather, "Grandpa, I know it's difficult to refine a top-grade magic weapon. In fact, just a glimmer of hope is enough. I don't expect to succeed."

"It's good that you know. It's already great to get these few good tail feathers. At the very least, you can refine a top-grade magic weapon."

Wu Tianlong nodded with satisfaction and continued, "This flamingo's tail feather is a very rare material. The fire attribute energy it contains is extremely pure. There is no problem in refining a high-grade magic weapon."

Wu Ming responded obediently, "I know, Grandpa."

However, his heart was not so calm.

In fact, he had already secretly made up his mind to make full use of these seven flamingo tail feathers to create a top-grade magic weapon.

Wu Ming knew very well how precious the tail feathers were, so he would naturally not be easily satisfied with just refining a top-grade magic weapon.

He was thinking about how to maximize the potential of the tail feather and find someone to create a unique and top-grade magical weapon.

However, this thought was like a seed buried deep in the ground, hidden tightly in the deepest part of his heart, without revealing it at all.

After agreeing to his grandfather Wu Tianlong, Wu Ming put the seven flamingo tail feathers into his storage bag.

"I'm just making a suggestion. You just need to handle it yourself." Wu Tianlong was not aggressive towards Wu Ming. He knew that his grandson had his own ideas.

After doing all this, he did not continue to take out the other items prepared for Grandpa Wu Tianlong from the storage bag as he had planned.

Instead, he stopped what he was doing and fell into deep thought.

Various thoughts and ideas kept flashing through his mind, and he seemed to be thinking about something important.

After a few breaths, Wu Ming moved his eyes away from the storage bag and looked at the many materials on the table as if nothing had happened.

But in fact, his attention was completely focused on his grandfather Wu Tianlong.

He secretly cast a sound transmission spell, transmitting his voice directly into his grandfather's ears without being heard by anyone else.

"Grandpa, do you have a hidden room here? I got a good thing this time when I went out."