Mo Family's residence.
Mo Xie had been sitting for a while now, making preparation for trading with Spirit Stones, he can already think of a lot of ways to trade with for the Spirit Stones.
What do these people lack the most? Soul Weapons, Cultivation Pills, Soul Armant, and more.
For such a low-level Kingdom like this, he couldn't help but sigh and be thankful.
If he reincarnated in a place full of monsters, experts standing at the peaks, he wouldn't even know how will he be able to rise from being a cripple.
Mo Xie bought a few things for smithing, ordinary tals to craft bronze and silver ranked weapons, a few papers, and so demon beast cores.
"Okay, everything is set!"
For normal smithing, there is still a need for blazing flas, molds, and such, before becoming able to form sothing, but as a very experienced Blacksmith, Mo Xie only needs a few moves.
Mo Xie imdiately branded all of the materials in front of him with his Spirit Energy, after that, he wrote so seals in the hundred pieces of papers, as soon as he finished writing seals in the paper, he scattered everything in an orderly manner. placing demon beast cores both silver and gold rank in the middle of each.
Mo Xie then made a hand seal, all of the materials flew upward as a bright light shone in each of them
"I wonder how many can I craft with the amount of Spiritual Energy within my Soul Seas."
Usually, it would be around 15 to 25, but with the large and perfect soul sea in his body coupled with the black one, he's wondering himself, could he create more?
"Hmmp!" Mo Xie harumph as he poured his Spirit Energy within the papers, the tals simultaneously were wrapped by flas, the one that ca from the Celestial Four Flas Cloud Art.
Slowly, each tal started to lt, turning into a liquid substance.
Mo Xie made another hand seal, and as soon as he did, the tallic liquids scattered, each going to the demon beast cores in the middle of the papers, everything flew to the air, a light aura is covering each with different colors and power.
With one more hand seal, The tals started to take form with the demon beast core as its body, the paper's seals written on it started to glow, becoming the guide for the Demon Beast Core's forming.
Mo Xie's breathing started to beco disorder, the beating of his heart increased, but slowly, each of the weapons he's crafting is finishing its process, one by one, the weapons are falling to the ground.
"Good!" Mo Xie couldn't help but exclaim in excitent, he had finished 30 to 40 pieces of the weapons, but there are still 30% of his Spiritual Energy, a lot of these weapons are starting to end its final process too.
After 15 minutes, Mo Xie laid down on the floor.
"Haaa... Haaa... Haaa..." He started panting for air, the Spiritual Energy in his body has already gone down to only 2%
But currently, Mo Xie's body is laid on the floor with a lot of swords embedded by his sides.
"Eleven Tier 2 soul weapons, 89 Tier 1 soul weapons... results... satisfactory."
Mo Xie smiled, as he slowly fell unconscious.
Not aware of what he had caused earlier had actually beco a starter to a storm, both huge and tyrannical.
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Sowhere, there are four people gathered in a single room.
In the center of the location, a Mystical Ball the size of a small house, displaying an image.
A young man laying on the floor can be seen in the image produced by the ball as a hundred swords are embedded on the ground.
"Zhuhan, is there really no other way? We've been waiting for so long, I can't take it no more." A woman spoke to the man beside her.
That man sighed, he shook his head and replied: "No, unless he can break through himself, we will never help him nor are we to aid him in his problem."
"But you already saw it, he had been trapped at the Celestial Phenonon rank, he had not ascended further!" The woman replied.
"Do you want to have a useless son?"
"But our son struggled for too long alone! What have you done for him?" The lady rebuked.
"Hmmp! what do you want to do? we've already given him a favor, giving him a soul sea that we ourselves made!"
"If you are not going to do anything, I will!" The lady spoke.
The man nad Zhuhan frowned: "You will bring him here? Hahaha, if he were to be included with the turmoil of the realm, even we wouldn't be able to do anything, for a small ti if you wish to trade your son's life for your own satisfaction."
The woman frowned, her anger displayed in her beautiful face; "200... 200!"
Zhunan looked at the lady and sighed; "200 years, after that, what will you do?"
"No, I will send sobody, for 200 days." The lady spoke.
Zhuhan frowned, but after a while, a smile ford in his lips as he spoke: "Hahaha, she had been waiting for our son, I guess a little introduction is needed."
"I will also give him an item." The lady spoke.
Zhuhan looked at the lady in a questioning manner before asking: "You do know, that any of our items will destroy that little world."
The lady withdrew an object, a bottle with a single red drop of blood in it; "This, I will give him this."
Tears can be seen in her eyes, showing such a thing.
Zhuhan looked at the bottle: "But before he can consu it, he will have a powerful cultivation, and you also know what will happen if he fails."
The lady nodded as tears flowed down from her face; "His body will be destroyed, his divine soul will dissipate, forever vanishing."
Zhuhan nodded as he patted the woman's back.
"But if he ever dies, I will go with him."
The lady's remark caught Zhuhan off-guard, if that happens, he will lose two of his most beloved in a single ti.
"No."
The lady looked at Zhuhan and spoke: "Then you better do sothing about it yourself!"
Zhuhan couldn't help but sigh, seeing the lady's figure walking out, he fell into a daze.
Looking at the image on the orb, he kept thinking of sothing else.
He then withdrew himself together with the other two.
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