The City of Terror

Translator: Exodus Tales  Editor: Exodus Tales

 However, if the magma solidified like this, then what he would create would not be Sheep-fat White Jade, but the worst normal Jade.

Naturally, no matter if it was the worst normal Jade or the best Sheep-fat White Jade, Wei Xiao Bei would not stop working on the small cauldron.

In this process, Wei Xiao Bei could feel that his mental strength was being sapped and felt tired.

Forge!

Wei Xiao Bei thought in his mind, causing the small cauldron to let out intense clanging sounds. Under the hammering sounds, the magma continued to change shape, causing more of the black substance to come out.

Following the hitting sounds, Wei Xiao Bei became even more tired. He could feel how much of his mental strength was being consumed with every hit of the hammer.

When the last bit of black substance came out, the magma slowly split up into countless pieces. Under the formless. .h.i.tting sound, they had gradually been shaped into many daggers.

In the end, the hole under the cauldron opened up, causing five daggers to drop from the hole, letting out metallic sounds in the process.

At this time, Wei Xiao Bei wheezed as he pressed on his painful temples.

Working on the Yin flames would consume a lot of mental strength. This was something he never imagined. According to the consumption speed, being able to forge once a day was already not bad.

After all, as his mental strength was sapped, it would become completely impossible to activate the Yin flames.

This was under normal situations.

For Wei Xiao Bei, whose cooking had already reached greater heights, he had a lot of food that could replenish his mental strength.

Afterward, Wei Xiao Bei picked up a dagger and inspected it.

From its appearance, the dagger was incredibly rough, causing his face to redden a bit.

This could not be helped. If Wei Xiao Bei was given a wooden log or a steel lump to carve and form, then his creation could be considered a handicraft article.

However, under the Yin flames, he had to use mental strength to forge items. With Wei Xiao Bei"s current [Weapon Manufacturing] skill at an advanced level, this made him look like a true novice.

The dagger"s entire body was made from half-transparent jade.

Wei Xiao Bei placed harnessed a bit of strength, immediately causing the dagger to shatter into countless pieces.

He shook his head, feeling that manufacturing weapons was a lot harder compared with cooking.

The only thing that made Wei Xiao Bei happy was that the normal quality weapon requirement from [Weapon Manufacturing] skill had increased by one.

In other words, even if he created daggers that could break easily with a bit of force, as long as he forged 99 of them, then he could level up his [Weapon Manufacturing] skill.

Thinking about this, Wei Xiao Bei took out a piece of roasted meat and began to eat quickly.

After removing the tiredness from his mind, he once again fired up the Yin flames, threw in materials, and continued to forge weapons.

In this fully concentrated state, time pa.s.sed by very fast.

When Wei Xiao Bei made his 10th dagger, he could hear the sound of pots and pans coming from the kitchen. When he raised his head and looked out the window, he noticed that the sky was already bright.

With just that much effort, seven hours had pa.s.sed and the sun had risen.

However, his work at night was not considered wasted. He had not only finished a portion of the skill requirements, but he had also become more proficient in using the Yin flames.

If he continued to make another dagger, then he would take less than half an hour to produce one, which was one-third of the time he took to make the first dagger.

After calculating, Wei Xiao Bei felt that his progress was not bad such that he almost thought of delaying his departure from the county. However, after thinking about it more, he decided that he could also practice on his trip to various places.

After eating breakfast, Wei Xiao Bei bade farewell to his family and got back on the road.

Normal people, during a solo-driving trip, would have a hard time enduring the pain of sleeping in their cars.

However, these matters did not matter to Wei Xiao Bei.

On the road to his next destination, Wei Xiao Bei would stop in a remote place to begin and train his [Weapon Manufacturing].

Going back to the topic, his various trips to the martial arts schools had gone off without a hitch.

Every famous sect that he would pa.s.s through would warmly receive him and he never rejected a chance to exchange pointers.

The only thing that gave him a headache was that the people he exchanged pointers with were young disciples, as he had a hard time seeing the higher-ups.

As for stealing a glance at the sects" secret books, he also couldn"t make it come true.

Since other people had warmly welcomed him, he still continued to take a peek at their secrets, which wasn"t quite ethical. Even if Wei Xiao Bei tried to do so, he couldn"t even find them. The most he could find were some martial arts techniques while the real secrets were mostly stuck in the minds of the higher-ups.

However, it was not that he did not profit from these. Even if he only sparred with the younger disciples, Wei Xiao Bei could still read the opponents" techniques and reorganize the information in his brain.

After paying a visit to more than 10 sects and influential families, Wei Xiao Bei arrived at one of the top three martial arts places in China, Mt. Song"s Shaolin Temple.

There was no doubt that Wei Xiao Bei"s whole journey had resounded in the martial arts world.

He was a young expert that was a Neutral Jing Great Scholar.

This information had already made his reputation spread in China"s martial arts circles.

Thus, when he had just reached the base of Mt. Song, he booked a hotel room and was about to take a bath before going up the mountain, when someone suddenly knocked on his door…

Someone"s there?

Could it be room service?

Wei Xiao Bei wore his sungla.s.ses and activated [Response Pulse]. He saw that there was a thin monk of around 30 years of age with an imposing aura coming from his body that even the room service was respecting him.

Seeing this, Wei Xiao Bei came to an understanding and roughly understood who it was.

When he opened the door, the monk raised his left hand into a praying pose and shouted a Buddhist chant, “Amitabha Budha, this poor monk is a disciple of the Shaolin Temple. My name is s.h.i.+ Yan Zhen. Is this benefactor Wei?”

 Negative Jing Expert!

Wei Xiao Bei felt the other party"s level just from the imposing air coming out.

“Reverend Yan Zhen, it is a pleasure to meet you. It"s just that I am unaware of the reason for reverend"s visit?”

Wei Xiao Bei cupped his hands and returned the greeting.

“This reverend has come to send a message. The master of the Dharma Palace of the Shaolin Temple has heard of benefactor Wei"s arrival. He has specially ordered this monk to invite you. Does benefactor Wei have time?”

s.h.i.+ Yan Zhen"s serious face smiled a bit and inquired.

It could be seen that this reverend s.h.i.+ Yan Zhen was a serious person and was a bit stiff in human relations.h.i.+ps.

However, Wei Xiao Bei preferred these kinds of people more. At the very least, these kinds of people had more perseverance and would not change easily.

“Since a senior has come to invite me, then I would not dare disobey.”

Since it was close to the end of the year, there were many tourists from various places of the world who have gathered there. It could be said that they were as many as the width of the sea.

When they reached the foot of the hill, Wei Xiao Bei frowned. With so many tourists, he might have to spend some time.

Seeing Wei Xiao Bei frown, reverend s.h.i.+ Yan Zhen smiled, “Benefactor Wei need not worry. There is another path up the hill.”

Saying this, reverend Yan Zhen led the way.

When the reverend stopped, there was no more road forward and only a wall in front of him.

“This poor monk will lead the way. I would like to ask benefactor Wei to be careful.

Reverend Yan Zhen"s expression was serious as he tightened his monk gown. He began to run as fast as the wind. In an instant, he had jumped towards the precipice and flew up several meters. Then he grabbed onto the protrusion and moved like a monkey as he climbed up the precipice.

At this time, Wei Xiao Bei came to an understanding.

This was an initial show of strength!

Thinking about it, this was quite normal.

Wei Xiao Bei coming out to pay his respects to various sects that admittedly made his name resound, but this did not mean that the various sects would feel happy about this.

It was normal for Wei Xiao Bei to defeat their outstanding disciples. After all, the higher-ups of these sects could see that Wei Xiao Bei"s martial attainment was Neutral Jing or higher. Even if they went out themselves, it might not produce a good result.

Moreover, if they won, it was considered normal, and if they lost, they would lose face.

On the other hand, the Shaolin Temple was one of China"s martial arts sacred grounds! The number of secret books that they had gathered was rumored to be more than 500!

Shaolin martial arts could be considered one of the most famous forms of martial arts in foreign countries.

Moreover, the Dharma Palace was the place where they pa.s.sed on martial art techniques. It was impossible for them to easily let Wei Xiao Bei enter.

There was no doubt that reverend Yan Zhen"s martial arts were leaning more towards Qinggong. Even if he was only a negative Jing expert, he had gained benefits thanks to this.

Naturally, it was not that the Shaolin Temple did not decide to send a Neutral Jing expert to meet him, but if the Neutral Jing expert lost, then they would lose face.

Just like that, reverend Yan Zhen as a Negative Jing expert was their best choice.

Naturally, if Wei Xiao Bei was not skillful in Qinggong, even if he was a Neutral Jing expert, he could only sigh.

Afterward, even if he got up the mountain, he would have lost his grandeur.

Thinking about this, Wei Xiao Bei could not help but shake his head. It appears that reverend Yan Zhen"s master was a sly old fox.

“Benefactor Wei? If you are not skillful in soaring techniques, then why don"t we just go up the mountain from the mountain path?”

At this time, perhaps seeing Wei Xiao Bei shake his head, reverend Yan Zhen thought that Wei Xiao Bei had no way of going up. The reverend who had climbed up more tens of meters immediately came down more than ten meters and shouted towards Wei Xiao Bei.

“Not proficient in soaring techniques?”

Wei Xiao Bei could not help but smile, “No problem. Reverend Yan Zhen, you should be careful, I will catch up soon.”

 Catch up soon?

Reverend Yan Zhen could not help but despise him. Although he could not see through benefactor Wei"s martial attainment, he had not heard any information about Wei Xiao Bei"s Qinggong attainments.