A World Worth Protecting Chapter 132 - The Rules of Dharmic Armaments

The following morning, Lin Tianhao emerged from his cave abode, his face as black as charcoal. He immediately saw the thirty over burly puppets, which made his anger skyrocket. He shut his eyes before turning to return to his cave abode a while later. He packed up his belongings, and when he emerged again, he stepped away in a steadfast manner without turning his head once.

He no longer wished to fight w.a.n.g Baole there, having recognized that it was a waste of time. If the status quo was maintained, w.a.n.g Baole would not be the least affected. Rather, his own cultivation would be hampered, and his progress in making Dharmic Artifacts would be slowed.

Realizing that Lin Tianhao had packed up and left, w.a.n.g Baole suddenly grew anxious. He ran out and waved to him, intending to persuade him to return, but Lin Tianhao sped up upon seeing w.a.n.g Baole.

Ah, what a perfect test subject. What a pity that he left just like that…

Seeing Lin Tianhao disappear into the distance, w.a.n.g Baole felt troubled. In the end, he shook his head, sighing, as he turned to return to the cave abode.

Lin Tianhao, who was leaving the area with break neck speed, carried an awful facial expression. If this was his home city, he would not have lacked ideas to deal with of w.a.n.g Baole. However, in this Dao College, all his methods had failed completely.

w.a.n.g Baole, I’ll teach you the meaning of regret the day I become an Armament Soldier!

The news of Lin Tianhao moving out was shocking to some who had been keeping tabs on him. However, few people actually bothered about it, for the Dharmic Armament Pavilion was vast like a palace, and there were so many disciples each with their own matters to focus on. Even though there were many messages posted previously on the Spirit Intranet insulting and maligning w.a.n.g Baole, the most it did was make his name less foreign. People who had not interacted with him previously would not care much about his looks to identify him.

At the same time, seeing that the neighboring cave abode was vacant, w.a.n.g Baole tried many means and bribed his Senior Brother from the Pavilion Administrative Department to unlock the array formation in secret. He made a pa.s.sageway into the neighboring cave abode, instantly doubling his s.p.a.ce into a large suite. w.a.n.g Baole’s troubled mood due to Lin Tianhao leaving without a word was instantly lifted.

It was also at this point in time that he began preparing himself for his advancement to become an Armament Disciple. He was determined to make a hundred first-grade Dharmic Artifacts in one go in order to be promoted to an Armament Disciple.

However, before this, he took out his Hallucination Pillow and entered the hallucination realm. He had already rented the Hallucination Pillow for five years, and since it was not due yet, he did not return it.

Now, in the hallucination realm, w.a.n.g Baole retrieved his black mask again. He wanted to ask Little Missy if a suitable cultivation technique similar to the Qi Devouring Art was available for the True Breath realm.

After all, to w.a.n.g Baole, the Qi Devouring Art complemented the Qi Fostering Art. Therefore, it could be possible that there existed more profound cultivation techniques for refining artifacts than the Technique of Infinite Armament Transformation.

However, when he vocalized his thoughts, the mask remained unresponsive. w.a.n.g Baole was unfazed by Little Missy’s stubbornness and continued asking the mask questions sweetly, using a voice he deemed as gentle.

“The gorgeous, unbelievably adorable Little Missy, your Baole is here to see you.

“Little Missy, the Golden Body that you’ve introduced to me was extremely useful. The moment I stepped into the mystic realm, every single Spirit Root that saw me immediately fell in love with me, making me embarra.s.sed.”

w.a.n.g Baole pretended to be demure while speaking as he stole glances at the mask. After experiencing the incident that occurred after he returned from the Spirit Breath Village, he did not attempt to test the water with his questions again.

Finally, when he mentioned the phrase ‘Golden Body’, the mask reacted, flas.h.i.+ng several times quickly. The impression that it gave w.a.n.g Baole was that Little Missy was feeling emotional. He immediately grew alert as he thought about whether it would be better for him to pay a visit another day since Little Missy seemed to be in a bad mood.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning immediately shot out from the mask.

“Little Missy, what are you doing?” w.a.n.g Baole’s eyes were wide open, and he swiftly retreated.

However, the speed of the lightning was so fast that w.a.n.g Baole could not avoid it. The lightning struck his body, and as the soreness and numbness spread within his body, w.a.n.g Baole was thrown into shock. The lightning circulated near his dantian, where the devouring seed was, and after sensing w.a.n.g Baole’s complete spirit meridians and the Spirit Root within his devouring seed, it immediately burrowed out. When it returned to the mask, it lingered within the hallucination realm and mumbled, “What luck this irritating fatty has…”

“Who?” The mumble was very soft, and w.a.n.g Baole did not manage to hear it completely. He only heard the phrase ‘irritating fatty’, which make his hair stand on end. After realizing that it was the mask who was speaking, he took a deep breath. He had long mentally prepared himself for this, and even though he was surprised that the mask could speak, he was able to accept it.

However, the ‘irritating fatty’ mentioned by the mask stirred w.a.n.g Baole’s emotions. He looked around, and his eyes landed on the mask eventually, looking doubtful.

“Little Missy, was it you who was speaking? There’s no fatty here.”

Already oblivious to w.a.n.g Baole’s act of feigning ignorance, the Little Missy within the mask did not continue speaking. However, words began appearing on the mask.

w.a.n.g Baole became alert as he began reading the words. However, disappointment soon filled him, as the words on the mask were not regarding the cultivation techniques that he desired. Instead, it was a formula for a Dharmic Artifact.

After studying the formula described for a moment, w.a.n.g Baole realized that it was for a scabbard!

“You want me to refine a scabbard? What so great about refining a scabbard? It’s not a flying sword. Besides, a scabbard is not required for a flying sword.” w.a.n.g Baole sounded unwilling.

Sensing the unwillingness in w.a.n.g Baole’s tone, the mask flashed again, and a new message appeared on it.

“If the scabbard refined is top notch, it can surpa.s.s that of a Divine Armament to become a supreme object, it could absorbed the ancient greenish-bronze sword on the sun…”

After reading those words, w.a.n.g Baole laughed.

“Don’t joke around, Little Missy. You think I’m ignorant? I’ve used this method since I was six to cheat people of their money as my allowance. Have some credibility to your words!”

The mask remained silent for a long while before flas.h.i.+ng once again. The words on it changed again, telling w.a.n.g Baole that the scabbard was only the first step. After refining it successfully, there were cultivation techniques that were further a.s.sociated with it. At the same time, the scabbard belonged to the growth category. The scabbard would give rise to the Spirit Needle, and if further refined, there would be a day when the Spirit Needle could be transformed into the Spirit Sword to sever everything in the universe!

“This sounds more believable.” w.a.n.g Baole took a closer look again. Even though he was still doubtful, after reading that cultivation techniques would follow, he did not say anything further. When he left the hallucination realm, he sat and thought about the formula. Previously, he had only taken a quick glance, but after seriously thinking about it now, he grew excited.

“It’s just a first-grade Dharmic Artifact, but it’s already so complicated. The first step is already unconventional, and the Spirit Stones that have inscriptions must not only be Rainbow Spirit Stones, it must also be a uniform set. It’s not acceptable for the Rainbow Spirit Stone to be separately a.s.sembled into the shape of the scabbard.”

w.a.n.g Baole was confused yet excited. He further thought about it, and as he raised his head after a period of time, his eyes carried a look of shock.

Other than its requirements for specific Spirit Stones, it was also particular in its requirements for inscriptions. The number of inscriptions required indicated to w.a.n.g Baole that it far exceeded the number needed for normal third-grade Numinous Treasures. Furthermore, even though w.a.n.g Baole could solve the arrangement of the inscriptions using formulas, he did not understand their meanings.

The requirements involving the Spirit Kernel were extremely complicated as well. The requirements for the refinement materials were stringent, and w.a.n.g Baole could not figure out how everything required fit into the simple picture of being a first-grade item.

However, it was indeed a first-grade Dharmic Artifact!

Could it be that when the scabbard reaches its top level, it could really attract the ancient greenish-bronze sword? w.a.n.g Baole thought about it, but he still felt incredulous about it. He was immensely intrigued by the scabbard but could see that it was not as mighty as what Little Missy described, even though it was obviously a treasure as well.

Maybe I can incorporate the bead from the blue long spear in the refinement process. That way, I could perhaps combine these two Dharmic treasures together, making them more powerful!

When w.a.n.g Baole researched the bead previously, this thought had already appeared in his mind. Since the bead was derived from a Dharmic treasure, if it were combined with another Dharmic treasure, an effect might be seen.

However, there was only one bead, so w.a.n.g Baole did not dare test it just like that. However, seeing that the scabbard seemed to have potential, he was tempted.

He knew that it would be challenging to refine the scabbard and did not rush into things. Instead, he began refining perfect first-grade Dharmic Artifacts that were needed for his advancement to become an Armament Disciple. w.a.n.g Baole chose a few of them off the list from the Dharmic Armament Pavilion and began refining.

Time pa.s.sed quickly, and three days flew by. After failing several times, w.a.n.g Baole finally managed to refine a perfect first-grade Dharmic Artifact flying sword. It was jade green in color, glowing brightly and giving off a cold, subtle aura. It seemed superior to all the other flying swords that w.a.n.g Baole had ever refined.

Condensed Jadeite Sword! w.a.n.g Baole’s eyes lit up. After comparing it to the requirements listed by the Dharmic Armament Pavilion, he understood that his sword had met all the requirements. Delighted, he began carving his name on it and felt emotional as he recognized that this una.s.suming sword could not only be used to fight others if it landed in the hands of outsiders. If it was used to attack him, he could instantly cause it to shatter into pieces.

“Dharmic Armament cultivators are all sly,” w.a.n.g Baole said snidely. That was what Chen Yutong had told him regarding unspoken rules followed by all Dharmic Armament cultivators in the Federation.

That was… to take a back door via connections!

Every Dharmic Armament cultivator would leave a catch known only to themselves in the Dharmic Artifacts that they produced. This tacit rule was to prevent the Dharmic Artifact that one had manufactured from becoming one that would ultimately kill its manufacturer!

Even though this caused unhappiness, and occasionally resulted in murders to keep the information a secret, it was a rule of the trade. The more it seemed this way, the more difficult it was to stop it.