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Why not directly test the Cultivation World? Is it not to compete for the power of the World of Mortals?
After hearing what Zhuang Zhixian just said, Yang Yan thought, I don't deny that Minghong, as a cultivator, has already grown indifferent to the pursuit of fame in the World of Mortals. How could he come here to meddle in the power and wealth of the World of Mortals?
For those who have lived long lives, everyone has a few descendants. So even if they themselves are not interested, sometimes they might consider their offspring. At that time, Yang Lie had already ascended. I know that for ordinary cultivators, once they ascend to the heavenly realm, they can never return.
Zhuang Zhixian answered Yang Yan's question and then stretched his legs. He said, "So," but did not finish his sentence. The four of them in the Bu Luo venue understood each other without needing to say more. Minghong sensed that Zhuang Zhixian wanted to say something further.
But I feel there is a major problem that hasn't been resolved.
Hmm?
Zhuang Zhixian was taken aback. What problem hasn't been resolved? The events and their outcomes had already been nearly settled. What could be the biggest problem? Zhuang Zhixian furrowed his brow, unable to think of anything at the moment.
I mean, hasn't Yang Lie already ascended? What about the conflict from twenty years ago? Was there no one who stood against the Mahayana Practitioner for the Yang Family? Since the Jade Void Sect dared to provoke a dispute, they must have had some confidence. Why did Yongwai return defeated? Isn't that strange?
Hearing Gu's question, Zhuang Zhixian remained silent and looked towards Yang Yan. As a descendant of the Great Jin Royal Family, Zhuang Zhixian thought Yang Yan should know something.
Yang Yan saw that all three were looking at him and remained silent for a long time before slowly shaking his head, indicating that he knew nothing.
Gu felt disappointed upon seeing Yang Yan's reaction. He realized he could no longer expect more from Yang Yan. Jie Donglai would have to rely on himself now. Thus, Jie Donglai was left with one question to resolve—the initial and perhaps the biggest question: how did the Great Jin Yang Family manage to block the Jade Void Sect at the level of a Mahayana Practitioner twenty years ago?
Perhaps we can go to Lingyuan Pavilion and take a look; we might find something useful there.
Zhuang Zhixian reminded Gu that the Sky's End Tower, belonging to Lingyuan Pavilion, had always been a good place for cultivators to settle down in the Cultivation World. It was almost as ubiquitous as the Spring Pavilion, scattered throughout every corner of the World of Mortals. Therefore, if there was anything they wanted to know about secrets, going to Lingyuan Pavilion might yield some useful information.
Gu shook his head and then turned his gaze back to Yang Yan, saying, "Maybe we should find someone from the Jade Void Sect to ask about Yi Dong?"
Yang Yan did not shake his head this time. He rubbed his legs together and somewhat reluctantly said, "West City, Old Smithy. The blacksmiths there are usually connected with Feiyuxuzong. Twenty years have passed, and I don’t even know what that blacksmith is like now. Bu Luo is unsure if there are any cultivators in that area. After all, the Abyssal Guards are just an organization belonging to the World of Mortals; in the Cultivation World, the Abyssal Guards are beyond reach."
Gu glanced at Liu Lao Jiu and then looked at Zhuang Zhixian before decisively uttering a word.
"Fire."
Clang! Clang!
The sounds of hammering echoed from the Blacksmith Shop. Even though it had just rained, the temperature around the Blacksmith Shop remained high. Bu Luo was surprised to see an elderly man wielding a Great Hammer with such vigor.
The young apprentice in the Blacksmith Shop occasionally splashed water on the iron ingots under the watchful eye of the Old Blacksmith. What kind of forging techniques were these? Ordinary people had rarely seen such things.
The Old Blacksmith swung the Great Hammer down onto a cooled iron ingot with a loud crash, creating a crack in it. He shook his head and then picked up the ingot again, placing it back into the melting furnace for re-forging.
After searching for quite some time, Gu finally found the Blacksmith Shop after nearly an hour of effort. A broken wooden sign stood beside it, with "Old Smithy" written in brush strokes. Some parts of it were nearly worn away by the wind, making it difficult to recognize those three characters.
The three stood at the entrance, surveying the Blacksmith Shop. Inside were various metals scattered haphazardly—cubes and bars—along with unrefined minerals. The strong smell of molten iron hit them as Gu coughed a few times, but the Old Blacksmith seemed oblivious, continuing his work with the Great Hammer.
After exchanging glances with one another, Zhuang Zhixian approached the Little Blacksmith and politely said, "Young man, we’ve come to buy something. Could you please ask your master to take a break from his work?"
"Choose what you want," the Little Blacksmith said without holding back, while the Old Blacksmith directly spoke up, his tone laced with impatience.
Gu didn’t care about the Old Blacksmith’s annoyance. He moved closer, watching the sparks flying from the forge. Unconsciously, he furrowed his brow but quickly replaced it with a smile. "Master, I wanted to ask you something."
As he spoke, Gu took out a piece of black metal that Zhuang Zhixian had given him. Zhuang had told him it was some kind of Abyssal Refined Iron, extremely hard and rare. Gu didn’t fully understand, but he knew it was precious and was told to show it to the Old Blacksmith; if he recognized its value, he would surely be impressed.
The Old Blacksmith glanced at the thumb-sized piece of black metal in Gu's hand before slowly placing his Great Hammer down. He took the metal and held it up to the bright moonlight, and even Gu could see the black metal emanating a chill.
After examining it for a long time, the Old Blacksmith returned the metal to Gu and stared at him without saying a word.
Feeling a bit anxious under the Old Blacksmith's gaze, Gu noticed Zhuang Zhixian nodding beside him before he finally asked, "I wanted to ask you about what happened twenty years ago between the Great Jin Yang Family and the Jade Void Sect..."
Crack!
Gu's words were abruptly cut off by the sound of metal snapping.
The Old Blacksmith tossed aside a broken iron ingot as if nothing had happened and picked up his Great Hammer again, returning to his work at the forge.
Liu Lao Jiu watched the Old Blacksmith closely. He could sense a wave of spiritual energy emanating from him; he must be a cultivator. How could an old man in his seventies or eighties wield that Great Hammer so effortlessly? When he saw the Old Blacksmith approach Gu, he instinctively drew his sword and pointed it at Gu.
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