When I woke up, the entire cultivation world was talking about my master.

Everyone saw a white light.

"Hahahaha!" Wei Jin was the first to break down, slapping the table and bursting into laughter. "Great!! Brilliant!"

Beside him, Pei Fang'an's face looked like a bitter gourd, and even the desire to smooth things over had disappeared.

The power of a single Thunder-Storing Bead is great enough, let alone four of them fired at once.

Crackle, crackle and crackle again.

The arena was blasted into deep craters, creating a festive atmosphere like Chinese New Year.

The disciplinary elder frowned slightly upon seeing this: "Isn't this a bit too much?"

Such immense power is no less than a strike from the late Golden Core stage. After all, this is a friendly sparring match between fellow disciples, and it should primarily be a friendly martial arts exchange. Wouldn't it be a bit too... fierce?

It would be terrible if someone died.

"Not at all." The weapon-refining elder snorted twice, lifted his robes and sat down. "Don't worry, Golden Core cultivators have spiritual energy protecting them. This formation looks intimidating, but it's actually difficult to harm their core. It's far from serious trouble. However..."

It's just unethical.

As the blinding lightning gradually dissipated, the onlookers all turned their gazes away.

It's unbearable to look at.

The once dignified fourth prince now had his crown shattered, his hair disheveled and looked like a chicken coop that had been farted on, his face covered in soot, as if he had been blasted by lightning.

"Gurgle."

Ji Cheng'an's eyes were vacant, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and he slowly exhaled a burp that emitted black smoke.

Ordinary water-elemental cultivators could neutralize such a move by simply disengaging in time, but Ji Cheng'an was currently on the arena, where the rules were clearly stated, and leaving would be tantamount to admitting defeat.

He had no choice but to tough it out.

Chu Xianlan had precisely anticipated this, which is why she came up with this... unethical and despicable trick.

Below the stage, the demon who had initially questioned whether a weapon cultivator could fight muttered to himself, "Brother, I now understand why you said he wasn't cultivating an ordinary technique... Who can withstand this?"

It's no exaggeration to say that this feeling is quite deadly. You don't know their secrets, and you can't predict what kind of treasure they will pull out next. You can only be led by the nose by their endless new tricks.

It's absolutely terrifying.

"Actually, that's not what I meant." The Thousand Refinement Hall disciple standing next to him shook his head.

In fact, any artifact cultivator present could have done what Chu Xianlan was demonstrating; the only difference was the power of their artifacts and their ability to adapt.

It's just that fighting among weapon makers is uncommon, and people have a stereotype of them always being blacksmiths, so it's easy to assume they're weak.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that many weapon cultivators are indeed lacking in body refinement.

After all, everyone has their own area of ​​expertise, and not everyone can excel in all areas.

The demons were astonished: "Then what exactly is this 'unusual cultivation technique' you're referring to...?"

"Look, here it comes, this is the main event."

Just as everyone was discussing this, on the other side of the arena, Chu Xianlan lowered her head and untied the black and gold armbands, revealing a section of her fair and slender wrist.

If you look closely, you can see several dark gold lines flowing around his wrist. In a moment, he changed his hand gesture, his slender fingers slightly bent, and then countless gold lines emerged from his palm, weaving together into a concrete shape at an extremely fast speed.

"That...that is..."

What happened next left the demons in disbelief.

In the blink of an eye, the golden threads had condensed into the outline of a long sword, which the boy gripped firmly and casually twirled in a beautiful sword flourish.

What's most shocking isn't the weapon's ability to transform, but the sword in Chu Xianlan's hand, which is exactly the same as the Azure Water Sword in Ji Cheng'an's hand.

From the blade to the patterns, every detail is a masterpiece of craftsmanship.

He actually reforged his opponent's natal sword right in front of everyone!

"How did they do that?!"

The disciples of the Thousand Refinements Hall below the stage kindly explained on behalf of the demon race: "Senior Brother Chu possesses a single-elemental metal spiritual root, which should make him most compatible with swords, spears, and halberds. Unfortunately, fate has played a cruel trick on him; his spiritual root is flawed, rendering any weapon useless in his hands. Immortal Lord Jixue then found this cultivation method for him." As he spoke, he felt a pang of envy and sighed, "Using one's own spiritual root as a guide to condense countless metal spirits into a weapon—how difficult that is!"

"Senior Brother Chu is truly special."

The Five Elements Talisman Techniques, the Six Harmonies Formation Diagram, and the Three Thousand Daoist Arts are all inferior to one's mastery of all martial arts.

After all, no one understands weapons better than a craftsman.

"So the reason he used the illusionary smoke bomb just now was to carefully observe and replicate his opponent's sword!?"

"Exactly!"

The audience below the stage was thrilled, and their cheers grew louder.

Ji Cheng'an had just managed to stand up when he was blinded by a bright sword light and could only hastily raise his sword to block it with great effort.

With a clang, the two sharp swords clashed violently, sparks flying.

Two distinctly different eyes were reflected on the blade: one filled with shock and anger, the other calm and composed.

"What exactly are you...!"

Ji Cheng'an stared blankly, seemingly unable to believe that his natal sword had appeared in the other party's hands, but the words he was about to say were interrupted by the continuous sword moves.

He tried to use his inner strength to shake Chu Xianlan away, but due to the large sword formation just now, he had consumed too much of his own energy and could not gather his spiritual power.

In an instant, the battle situation changed dramatically.

"What kind of weird method is this?!" Yuan Hou was shocked and spilled the tea in his bowl all over himself.

If one could freely copy other people's weapons, wouldn't they be invincible in the cultivation world? Not to mention top-grade weapons, they could probably even easily wield legendary ancient divine weapons!

But how could that be possible!

This is unreasonable!

The elder in charge of weapon crafting kindly explained, "Calm down, it's just imitating the appearance."

Lord Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.

"However, he is only at the Golden Core stage now, yet he can imitate three-tenths of the power in such a short time. If he improves his realm in the future, attains the Great Ascension of the Dao, and can create a hundred or so weapons at the same time, and obtain the full power... it's hard to say." The elder said leisurely.

Yuan Hou's breath caught in his throat, unable to come up or down.

Little did Yuan Hou know that this path of cultivation was not as simple as he imagined. To conjure a sword, one needed to be proficient in swordsmanship; to conjure a bow, one needed to be skilled in archery. Without an understanding of the weapon itself, even extraordinary abilities would be nothing more than an empty shell.

Fortunately, the person who understands swords best in this world always stood behind Chu Xianlan.

Pei Fang'an knew the outcome was decided and sighed deeply, "This swordsmanship truly resembles yours."

As Yi Chen observed his disciple's every move, he suddenly realized that Chu Xianlan was different today. Her brows were no longer gentle and kind, but sharp, like a newly sharpened knife, revealing its undisguised sharpness.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment. Suddenly, those starry eyes looked at him. Their gazes met, and in that fleeting glance, the sharpness in the boy's eyes melted away like spring snow, leaving behind a hint of smug satisfaction.

Yi Chen was momentarily stunned for no apparent reason.

Being stared at like that creates a certain illusion.

It was as if all his displayed sharpness and arrogance were merely to gain a moment's attention.

The next second, Chu Xianlan used her toes to knock away Ji Chengan's Biyue Sword, and then slashed horizontally with her backhand, the blade hitting the opponent's chest heavily.

Ji Cheng'an staggered back several steps in a disheveled manner, his heel suddenly slipped and half of his leg was dangling in the air, only then did he realize that he was on the edge of the ring.

An ominous premonition swept through my heart.

However, the people ahead were closing in step by step.

This shouldn't be... Chu Xianlan is clearly just a weapon cultivator who uses unorthodox methods!

Why? This isn't fair!

He had been practicing diligently since childhood, not to be forced into such a situation by someone who spends all his time with iron tools!

Ji Cheng'an's life has been too smooth, and he cannot understand many things in the world.

Life in the palace was carefree; his elder brother doted on him, and his servants feared him. Even if he wanted to pluck the stars and grasp the moon, it wouldn't be difficult.

Ji Cheng'an's face turned fierce. The excessive consumption of spiritual energy made his hands and feet numb. "Chu Xianlan! What right do you have to use a sword? You're nothing but..."

"Who made that rule? Just because you're not a swordsman doesn't mean you can't use a sword. There's a lot you don't know."

Chu Xianlan stood before him, sword in hand, and asked with lowered eyes, "Will you jump down yourself, or shall I send you on your way?"

Even he himself felt that these words sounded rather villainous.

"Of course, if you surrender voluntarily, I will be lenient..." Chu Xianlan smiled, "and I'll return that to you."

Seeing the other person's pupils shrink sharply, as if they were about to faint, Chu Xianlan felt very satisfied; she really knew how to annoy people.

What kind of person are you? I'll show you the same attitude.

"...I am the Fourth Prince of the Southern Cang Continent—" Ji Cheng'an bit his lip hard, his eyes bloodshot, the wind howling in his ears as if countless mocking words were pouring into his ears, "What kind of trash are you, a crooked and evil person, how could you... such a..."

Chu Xianlan was too lazy to listen to his nonsense.

Then, with a single, clean kick, he sent the man tumbling off the stage.