Junior Uncle is too cunning.

Chen Fusheng followed the crowd back to his cave dwelling. As soon as he got home, he immediately turned up the defense system of his cave dwelling to the maximum.

Suppressing my excitement, I waited quietly.

A day later, Chen Fusheng finally confirmed that everything was alright. He quietly summoned the black spear, held it in his hand, and a murderous aura surged into his mind.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

……

A series of "kill" words relentlessly assaulted Chen Fusheng's primordial spirit.

Chen Fusheng stood up abruptly, spear in hand, his eyes bloodshot, and the murderous aura that had dissipated enveloped him once more.

Just as Chen Fusheng was about to make a move, the "wine gourd" finally floated out and slowly appeared above his head, with rings of blue light continuously merging into his brain.

The black mist was slowly suppressed, gradually being forced out of the mind and pressing towards the spear. The black spear appeared somewhat unruly, vibrating incessantly in the hand, with the black mist constantly impacting the blue light.

However, being newly born, the black mist surrounding the spear was soon suppressed by the blue light of the "wine gourd," causing it to fall from his hand. Chen Fusheng instantly recovered.

"Phew~ I almost got trapped."

He glanced at the now-calm Black Spear, a flicker of lingering fear crossing his eyes. If it weren't for the wine gourd, he might have truly been controlled by the Black Spear and become a spear-man.

"As expected of a thunder tribulation spiritual treasure of the killing type," he thought, having used his own blood energy to nourish it, he was almost killed in retaliation.

However, this was due to my momentary lapse in attention; otherwise, it wouldn't have been able to control me so easily.

Chen Fusheng felt somewhat aggrieved. Luckily, there were no outsiders around, otherwise he would have been in real trouble this time.

He slowly picked up the black spear again, gently rubbed it, closed his eyes, and slowly extended his spiritual power towards the spear.

This time, the spear behaved itself, allowing Chen Fusheng's primordial spirit to easily enter it. Inside the spear was a desolate place, with nothing but a red ground and a black sky. The primordial spirit felt a chill, but there was nothing inside.

Unlike the "wine gourd" which is divided into red and blue, this one is full of vibrant greenery.

The further you go in, the closer the red and black colors become, until they become intertwined and entangled together.

Chen Fusheng was overjoyed. He knew he had arrived at the destination. He immediately rushed in with his spiritual power. At the very center of the red and black entanglement, a tiny embroidery needle appeared. Upon closer inspection, it was exactly the same as the black spear, only shrunk countless times.

This is precisely where the primordial spirit of the entire black spear resides. As long as I imprint my primordial spirit power upon it, this refining process will be complete.

Only from then on did he truly master the spear, and there would be no more instances of patricide.

He gently flew towards the embroidery needle, and when it got close, Chen Fusheng extended a wisp of his primordial spirit and slowly inserted it into the embroidery needle.

The embroidery needle vibrated, and Chen Fusheng successfully left his primordial spirit imprint. He slowly opened his eyes, stared at the black spear, a glint of light flashed in his eyes, and slowly uttered a single word: "Kill".

"What a powerful name!" Chen Fusheng's eyes were filled with joy. This was truly a name bestowed by heaven, worthy of being crafted by Chen Fusheng.

However, one word seemed a bit weak, so Chen Fusheng decided to add a few more words.

The idea of ​​"God-Slaying Spear" was quickly rejected by Chen Fusheng. The God-Slaying Spear was a primordial treasure that existed since the time of Pangu's creation of the world, and it was the magic weapon of the Demon Ancestor Luo Hou. If he used its name for his spear, wouldn't that be like showing off his skills in front of Guan Yu, courting death?

Who knows if Luo Hou is dead or not? Even if he is, the God-Slaying Spear must have been passed down. It's not worth getting entangled with a ruthless person who can wield the God-Slaying Spear just for a name.

Chen Fusheng slowly stood up and began to wander around the room. To be honest, he was quite casual about names, but now that he had been given a character by heaven, he had a specific task to complete. This made naming Chen Fusheng quite difficult!

"If only the word 'kill' didn't exist, I wouldn't be able to use the 'black gun' I carefully selected."

"How about I still call you Black Shot?"

The black spear vibrated violently. If it could talk, it would probably be crying right now. The Black Spear of Godtama? That's a person's name... ugh, a spear's name?

Seeing that the spear seemed somewhat reluctant, Chen Fusheng scratched his head. Since killing gods wouldn't work, then he would use the Immortal-Slaying Spear. After all, the Immortal Path is flourishing now, and killing immortals can be considered protecting the Path.

Besides, the Tongtian Sect Leader has the Zhuxian Sword, so asking you to kill an immortal wouldn't be a waste of your reputation. How about that? Not bad, right?

Upon hearing the words "Immortal-Slaying Spear," the black spear trembled slightly and pierced directly into Chen Fusheng's dantian, slowly coming to a stop beneath the wine gourd.

Chen Fusheng finally breathed a sigh of relief. The biggest problem of naming the weapon was solved. With the wine gourd suppressing it, the Immortal-Slaying Spear should be fine. As he slowly nurtured it, it would surely become his strongest killing weapon.

……

"She's gone," Wan Hua asked softly, looking at Ling Yu as she walked in.

"Yes, I just saw them off," Lingyu replied calmly.

Wan Hua raised an eyebrow and glanced at Ling Yu with a smile, "This should be the last wave, right? These people have a pretty sharp nose."

Ling Yu was finally broken by Wan Hua's power and gave a wry smile. "Ancestor, no matter what, they are still Golden Immortals. Moreover, the commotion that day was so great that it was impossible to hide. It is normal for them to come and investigate."

Your words are too offensive; in the future…

"Alright, alright, I was just venting to you. You kid, how old am I? Do you think I don't understand this? Honestly."

Seeing Wan Hua acting like a child, what could Ling Yu say? She glanced at him and muttered to herself, "If you had any self-awareness, would I need to worry about you like this?"

Thinking about Wanhua's unreliability over the years, Lingyu felt a sense of weariness.

At that time, he had not yet advanced to the Golden Immortal level. One day, Wan Hua directly summoned him, kindly gave him the position of sect leader, and then mysteriously disappeared.

A sect without a Golden Immortal in charge is like a toothless tiger. Moreover, the Lingbao Sect is a weapon-refining sect, making it a juicy piece of meat.

The myriad transformations disappeared for a full three thousand years. Ling Yu truly had to be both a father and a mother, single-handedly supporting the Lingbao Sect and successfully surviving the Golden Immortal Tribulation. He didn't even know how he managed to get through it.

I gave Wanhua a slightly disdainful look. He's only saved me a few years of trouble. Doesn't he know his place?

Wan Hua looked at the silent Ling Yu and gave an awkward laugh, "Haha, I was just saying that to you. By the way, have you found out yet?"

Ling Yu's eyes were deep as she gently shook her head. "No, there are no weapon-refining masters in the sect in seclusion recently. It's probably just that the master happened to be in seclusion nearby, and we just happened to be caught in the crossfire."

Wan Hua was somewhat disappointed by Ling Yu's words, but he also accepted them in his heart. After all, he was the one who founded the Lingbao Sect and passed down the weapon-refining method.

Think about how long he's been stuck at the level of a high-grade weapon refiner without making a breakthrough, let alone his disciples and grand-disciples within the sect.

"Well, it's a pity that the master left too quickly. It would have been great to ask him for advice in person. By the way, I heard that a master weapon refiner specializing in fire-based craftsmanship came from Donghai Town. Have you heard of him?"

Lingyu nodded. "I've heard about it, but recently Lingbao Pavilion sent back news about a God of Wealth. I suggest you don't go there recently."

He knew exactly what Wan Hua was up to; she probably just wanted to go out for a stroll after seeing him return.

Upon hearing Ling Yu's words, Wan Hua's expression turned serious, and he asked in a deep voice, "Is the information accurate? Is he really a god?"

Lingyu slowly shook her head. "We haven't seen their true form yet, we just sensed it. However, they've been preaching near the East Sea for many years. I think we'd better not provoke them, because the unknown is the most terrifying."

Wan Hua nodded, approving of Ling Yu's approach, and fell into deep thought.

Master Lingyu glanced at it, then returned directly to Lingyu Cave. After thinking for a moment, he sent a voice message to Chen Fusheng, asking him to come to him.