Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 2095: 872, if you had said this earlier, what would we have fought for?

Chapter 2095: 872, if you had said this earlier, what would we have fought for?

The primordial world was stable; it was not easy to shake the mountains and disrupt the ley lines.

“We are here to mine spiritual minerals,” Zhu Rong said to the figure in front, bowing, and spoke loudly.

As he did so, he raised his hand, and a piece of Divine Beast Bloodstone, flas.h.i.+ng gold and red, fell.

Seeing this Bloodstone, Floating Sheep’s eyes lit up.

A stream of cloud wrapped around the Bloodstone, and a trace of intoxication appeared on Floating Sheep’s face.

The halo on the Bloodstone visibly dimmed.

A hand does not strike a smiling face; having received the Bloodstone, Floating Sheep’s expression grew much better.

“You’re talking about Floating Cloud Iron, right? There’s plenty of that stuff on the mountain; you can just pick it up,” he said.

Pick it up?

Zhu Rong shook his head and gestured with his hand, “We need quite a lot.”

Quite a lot?

How much?

Floating Sheep’s divine sense swept over Zhu Rong and Prairie Fire, then extended down the mountain.

“Uh…”

Are all those guys below here to collect Floating Cloud Iron?

They really do need a lot then.

A moment’s reflection, and Floating Sheep’s gaze circulated over Zhu Rong and Prairie Fire.

“I know where this Floating Cloud Iron comes from.”

“I can also take you there, but whether you can get it or not is up to you,” he said.

Zhu Rong and Prairie Fire looked at each other and nodded.

They didn’t expect a Bloodstone to be enough to exchange for Floating Cloud Iron, just being led there was fine.

Covered in black scales and standing eight zhang tall, Floating Sheep moved rapidly, its form seemingly like a cloud, vanis.h.i.+ng in a flash for miles.

No wonder it was named Floating Sheep.

As Floating Sheep advanced, it broke through the surrounding cloud, with Zhu Rong and Prairie Fire following behind.

With Floating Sheep leading the way, Zhu Rong and Prairie Fire could easily enjoy the surrounding scenery.

The lapping Rolling Clouds, flowers everywhere, winding pine trees, and various scattered spiritual herbs.

This Cloudfall Mountain was indeed a remarkable place.

“Hum—”

After running for a while, a disturbance rippled through the Cloud Sea ahead, revealing a ma.s.sive beast face.

Like an eagle blended with a pigeon, it stirred amidst the clouds.

“Floating Sheep? Are you here to seek death?”

The rolling power of Divine Thought stirred the clouds, causing them to surge tumultuously.

Floating Sheep stopped, turned its head towards Zhu Rong and Prairie Fire.

“I’ll leave the rest to you,” he said.

After speaking, he began to retreat.

Zhu Rong looked ahead, only to see a mountain surrounded by swirling clouds, completely black in color.

This mountain was entirely made of Floating Cloud Iron!

Looking at this mountain, both Zhu Rong and Prairie Fire’s eyes sparkled.

“That mountain, our Blazing Prairie Tribe wants it,” Zhu Rong said gravely, pointing towards the mountain peak.

As soon as he finished speaking, the swirling cloud in front seemed to boil over.

A gigantic black bird with a wingspan of thirty zhang burst out.

The top of the gigantic bird was golden red, its long beak gleaming coldly, and its body exuded faint dark green hues among the black.

“It’s an Iron-Eating Pigeon, a Golden Line Divine Beast,” Prairie Fire exclaimed in a low voice, his wings spreading as he charged forward.

Hovering in mid-air, long spears of reddish fire already formed in front of him.

Each long spear, ten zhang in length, emanated a chilling aura capable of ripping through the void.

The power of flames, yet carrying a chilling cold, and moreover, weapons were condensing from the Divine Beast Bloodline.

This technique left the falling Iron-Eating Pigeon visibly baffled.

“Boom—”

Three hundred and sixty long spears flashed and immediately penetrated the Iron-Eating Pigeon’s chest and abdomen.

The Iron-Eating Pigeon let out a scream, all its feathers standing on end.

“Clang clang clang—”

The flame-forged long spears struck its feathers and then shattered.

Each trail of light triggered the power of flames in the void, scattering explosively.

The scattered flames were half golden red and blazing.

The other half was frigid and frosty white.

Two forces interwoven around the Iron-Eating Pigeon, stirring the surrounding forces into a tumult.

“Boom—”

The colliding forces exploded, and the vast world thundered.

The Iron-Eating Pigeon was also knocked back.

Yet this ma.s.sive bird merely quivered and then flew back again.

It wasn’t completely unharmed, but it only lost a few feathers.

“Such strong defense,” murmured the divine beast Prairie Fire.

Below, Zhu Rong’s eyes also flashed sharply.

“Don’t let it get close to the Floating Cloud Iron Vein; otherwise, you’ll never break through its defense,” Floating Sheep called out from behind as it retreated.

“Floating Sheep, you’re courting death!” The Iron-Eating Pigeon roared angrily, its wings flapping as it charged toward Floating Sheep.

Zhu Rong chuckled, leapt up, and thrust out with his long spear.

“Boom—”

The spear-induced fire dragon slammed into the Iron-Eating Pigeon, knocking its body off course.

The next instant, a black aura of gold and iron burst forth from the Iron-Eating Pigeon, intertwining with the surrounding fire dragon.

The power of the fire dragon was rapidly dissolved by the aura of gold and iron.

The Iron-Eating Pigeon roared furiously, spreading its wings and attempting to land on the black peak below.

Having an understanding with Zhu Rong, the Blazing Prairie Divine Beast transformed into a streak of firelight and charged downward, blocking the Iron-Eating Pigeon’s path.

The enormous body of the Iron-Eating Pigeon collided with the Blazing Prairie Divine Beast.

The significantly smaller Blazing Prairie bravely halted the much larger Iron-Eating Pigeon.

The black mountain stones were right in front, yet out of reach.

“Boom——”

The fire dragon charged forward.

“Bang——”

The Blazing Prairie Divine Beast continued its a.s.sault, lifting the body of the Iron-Eating Pigeon into mid-air.

The combined powers of two flames were rapidly depleting the Iron-Eating Pigeon’s muscle and origin energy.

“Roar——”

In desperation, the Iron-Eating Pigeon roared, tearing through the fire dragons around it with its claws before its body trembled and fell uncontrollably towards the cliff.

The Blazing Prairie swiftly turned and pursued it.

Just then, the falling Iron-Eating Pigeon suddenly halted in midair.

“Buzz——”

All its black feathers exploded, transforming into countless Flying Feathers that darted toward the Blazing Prairie.

The power of the Golden Lineage within these Flying Feathers was extremely formidable, certainly capable of tearing the Blazing Prairie’s body to shreds.

From a distance, the Floating Sheep saw this and scampered away, jumping in panic.

Zhu Rong’s eyes deepened as he extended his arm.

Golden stripes appeared on his arm.

“Boom——”

He pressed down with the ma.s.sive golden stripes toward the Iron-Eating Pigeon.

The Iron-Eating Pigeon and its Flying Feathers fell uncontrollably.

“Bang——”

The stripes smashed into the cliffside, causing the black mountain to collapse, and huge black stones tumbled down.

Half of the Iron-Eating Pigeon’s body was buried under the black ores, struggling in pain.

The stripes faded, and the intense flames between heaven and earth subsided, as if nothing had happened.

Only the continuously falling black ores testified to the fierce battle that had just occurred.

The Iron-Eating Pigeon struggled free, its face full of terror.

The distant Floating Sheep, too, lost its earlier mockery, its eyes gleaming sharply.

Zhu Rong looked around and then tossed out a Bloodstone.

“Sorry about breaking part of your mountain.”

“I’m willing to compensate you.”

Compensate?

With a Bloodstone?

The Iron-Eating Pigeon’s face showed confusion as it accepted the Bloodstone.

“If you had said this earlier, why would we have fought?”

…

Ten days later.

The team of demon beasts left, laden with ores.

The Iron-Eating Pigeon, showing happiness on its face, stood alongside the Floating Sheep to see off Zhu Rong and the Blazing Prairie.

“Rest a.s.sured, from now on when you come to mine, as long as you bring Bloodstones, haha, I’ll definitely help,” the Iron-Eating Pigeon said proudly.

As long as there were Bloodstones, everything was negotiable.

The quality of the ores mined this time was exceptionally good, having been refined once more by the Iron-Eating Pigeon’s origin power.

Earning Bloodstones, not bad at all.

Once Zhu Rong and the Blazing Prairie had departed, the Iron-Eating Pigeon turned towards the Floating Sheep.

The Floating Sheep shrank and hurriedly ran off.

“Afraid of what? With these Bloodstones, I’m no longer interested in you,” the Iron-Eating Pigeon snorted coldly, flapped its wings, gathered the Bloodstones, and flew back to its lair.

Because they were carrying ores, it took the team of demon beasts more than ten days to return to the Blazing Prairie Tribe.

By then, a large furnace had been erected in the tribe.

“Lighting fire, you all know how to do it, right?”

“Also, the forging and metalworking need to be done by yourselves.”

“As for engraving divine patterns,” Han Muye’s gaze swept across and landed on the Gray Wolf, the Black Tiger, and the nearby Flying Cloud Beast, “you can exchange divine patterns for Bloodstones.”

Divine patterns for Bloodstones.

It wasn’t Han Muye who would engraving the divine patterns, but these divine beasts themselves.

The Blazing Prairie Tribe didn’t have their own Divine Pattern Master, but they had divine beasts!

The divine patterns engraved by these divine beasts themselves contained more origin power than any Divine Pattern Master could provide.

“Bloodstones…” the Black Tiger murmured, its claws sc.r.a.ping against the ground.

This was indeed a good business.

…

Starting was always the hardest part. When the first batch of Floating Cloud Iron was refined, the quality was extremely poor.

The first piece of armor produced was no better than a brick.

Yet, this brick was eagerly fought over by everyone in the Blazing Prairie Tribe.

Watching the armor resembling city walls, Han Muye’s face showed a smile.

He could feel that between heaven and earth, a subtle power of heaven and earth just began to fall.

This was the fusion of Heavenly Dao.