Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 478: Armor Refining, Success

"Master, I'm so bored staying in Qinglin Mountain. There's no one to talk to. I can't even find a partner to practice magic with. Fatty is married now. I'm all alone. I'm five shadows facing the moon. Apart from reading and practicing, I don't know who to play with... When can I go back to Dengxian Temple?"

Nie Xiaomeng accompanied his master alone for three hundred miles, muttering to himself all the time, and it all came down to this last sentence.

Xu Yuanchang stopped and looked up at the sky. Had he never thought of playing at that time?

As the saying goes, "Birds of a feather flock together." The female disciple did not inherit any of his ascetic style.

It seems like he was led astray by the playful Xianfeng. No, Xiao Meng is a very active person who can't sit still. He and Xianfeng have similar interests and they play together.

There is also a naughty and lively girl named Zeng Xiyue in Dengxianguan. It is said that the three girls of different generations get along like sisters.

"Master, are you angry? I just miss Aunt Liu a little bit. It would be great if she could bring Zixuan, Duruo, Xuejian, Yunling, and Lanhu to visit Qinglin Mountain."

Nie Xiaomeng poked her head out "timidly" to peek at her master's expression and settled for the next best option.

Xu Yuanchang looked at his disciple who quickly retracted his head and said, "Your aunt Liu has already touched the power of the wood element rule. She has been in seclusion for several years. When she comes out, she may achieve the seventh level."

Nie Xiaomeng blinked her big eyes, her face full of disbelief, and muttered: "Aunt Liu is a big liar. Before I left, she said that she didn't know if it would take five hundred years or a thousand years to... and then she turned her back and went into seclusion."

Xu Yuanchang changed the subject and said, "Practice 'Illusion into Sword', 'Illusion of Eternity' and 'Illusion of Appearance' as soon as possible. Also practice the 'Illusion Talisman' technique more. When you advance to the seventh level and master the power of rules, I will teach you the powerful Illusion of Floating Life Slash." He added a deadline and said, "You must stay in Wuliu Mountain for at least two hundred years. Just treat it as a time to hone your character. If you meet a suitable candidate, you can take him as your apprentice and pass on the torch."

Nie Xiaomeng bowed and accepted the instruction, saying, "Yes, disciple obeys!"

Xu Yuanchang did not say more. Among the three disciples, Nie Xiaomeng had the best talent, while Zeng Shanlang had average talent. However, he had been taught in accordance with his aptitude since childhood. With the support of Master Zeng and his own strong character, he was able to tap his potential.

As for Dong Xing, he had no aptitude for cultivating immortals, but gained spirituality out of nothing, so the path he took was completely different.

Twists and turns and hardships also increase your knowledge, and all the flavors of life are rewarding.

Only God knows whether you can reach the upper realm.

Xu Yuanchang waved his hand, took a step forward, and turned into a wisp of breeze and left gracefully.

Nie Xiaomeng bowed respectfully and did not stand up for a long time.

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Longyuan Valley is thousands of miles away from Liuguang City.

Xu Yuanchang released more than 40 women from the two space treasures. A few days ago, he had unlocked the magic power of many trapped female cultivators, allowing them to recuperate for nearly a month.

"A thousand miles to the south is Liuguang City, you can go there by yourselves."

Xu Yuanchang didn't want to get involved too much with everyone, so he simply left a few words and slowly disappeared.

He didn't need to give away spiritual stones or magic weapons. He could just earn his own travel expenses with his own hands.

All living beings suffer, and only practice can save themselves.

Most of the female cultivators who were kidnapped were from the fourth or fifth floor, and there were three from the sixth floor. When they saw the benefactor who saved them from danger was about to leave, several of them hurriedly called out, "Senior, please leave your name so that we can repay you in the future."

"My last name is Xu, so you don't need to repay me."

There was a faint echo in the air.

"Farewell Master Xu, thank you for saving my life!"

"Thank you Master Xu for your kindness. I will never forget it!"

Many female cultivators knelt down in worship.

Some people felt deeply regretful that they could not become disciples of their predecessors, others felt sorry for themselves for having suffered such a disaster, and when they thought of the sad things, they could not help crying, which made more people cry.

Xu Yuanchang was invisible in the air, watching coldly as the female cultivators gathered together to discuss, and then split into three groups and headed south.

He then made some hand gestures and returned to Dengxian Temple.

After regulating his breathing for several days, he began to design and draw a brand new "Microscopic Formation" for the phantom armor. He was thinking about using the power of rules to construct the four-attribute structural basis of the phantom armor, namely illusion, emptiness, wood, and fire. He also had to consider the mutual fit of the essence of various materials. There were so many things to do that he could not afford to be distracted.

Back then, Ye Changmeng used his Creation Altar and spent ten years to refine an eighth-tier phantom weapon pagoda, and passed on his experiences to him without reservation.

He had his own ideas and wanted to tailor it to his own characteristics. He was busy drawing formation diagrams every day and trying out the subtle conflicts and compatibility of materials.

He found many jade slips and books on formations and read through them, comparing and calculating various formation diagrams.

Ten years passed in busyness.

The drafts of the formation diagrams drawn by Xu Yuanchang were piled up higher than a person. He tried countless eighth-level materials, and the remaining essence of the high-level materials melted after each refining was not wasted. Instead, it was all used to feed the Windless Sword, benefiting the sword soul and restoring it to eighth-level quality.

On a clear and crisp autumn day, he walked out of the weed-covered Bailin Valley.

It was bustling in the past, but now it is deserted.

A black cat appeared at his feet and rubbed his trouser leg. Zeng Xiyue, who was chasing after him, quickly landed and bowed to greet him.

Xu Yuanchang rubbed Lanhu's smooth fur and said casually: "Get up, your father hasn't come back yet?"

Normally he seldom left the valley, so Zeng Lao, Xi Lao and others would not easily come to disturb him.

Zeng Xiyue, wearing a pink dress, ran up the stone bridge with a smile, and wanted to touch the black cat, but the black cat dodged and hid behind her. She said, "Reporting to Grandmaster, my father sent a message saying that he had a good harvest and will not be back for the time being." Seeing the valley overgrown with weeds, Zeng Xiyue volunteered, "Grandmaster, I will help you tidy up the valley, otherwise Lady Liu will scold me for being ignorant when she comes back."

Her mother had told her that without the master's permission, she must not go into the valley at will and try to do more harm than good.

Xu Yuanchang walked outside and said with a smile: "Oh, can you tell the difference between weeds and spiritual herbs?"

Zeng Xiyue patted her chest to assure him, then realized that she was being rude, clenched her fists and shouted, "Grandmaster, you underestimate me. I also helped Grandfather take care of the medicinal garden and spiritual fruit garden, learned how to make medicine and make elixirs, and planted three acres of spiritual rice fields myself, with a good harvest."

She had a very capable and proud expression on her face.

"Okay, from now on, I'll ask you to take care of Bailin Valley until your Madam Liu comes back."

Xu Yuanchang smiled and fulfilled the little guy's wish, saying: "What treasure do you want? Or what secret method do you want to learn?"

"I don't want treasures, nor do I want to learn secret techniques. My grandfather warned me that I should not bite off more than I can chew. The treasures I have are enough. Grandmaster, you can just take me to see the world when you go out."

Zeng Xiyue smiled and proposed a condition that suited her personality.

Xu Yuanchang stood up and said, "I am going to Lintianmen to visit the Nine-Story Tower Mu Patriarch. Do you dare to go with me to see the world?"

"If you take me there, I will certainly do it."

Zeng Xiyue's eyes lit up and she flew into the air. There were not many opportunities to see the Ninth Rank Ancestor.

"Go and tell your mother, and only go if she agrees."

"Okay, wait for me."

Zeng Xiyue cheered and flew quickly to the Dudengshan Hall like a happy lark. Not long after, she rushed out of the hall and chased after the figure of her master towards the mountain gate. Meng Yiyi followed her out of the hall and reminded her earnestly: "Xiaoyue, don't run around when you go out, be steady."

"I know, I know, don't worry."

Zeng Xiyue didn't even turn his head.

Xu Yuanchang specially brought Lazy Tiger with him, allowing Lazy Tiger to restore its majestic three-meter-long body.

Zeng Xiyue was chattering with envy and wanted to touch the tiger's skin shining in the sun. Unfortunately, the lazy tiger was unkind and wouldn't let her touch it.

The two men and the tiger arrived at the foot of Lintianmen Mountain. After entering the mountain gate, they were received by the head of the Zhike Hall, who accompanied them to fly to the top of Bitian Peak.

Letting Lanhu wait outside, Xu Yuanchang signaled his curious disciple to follow him, and walked into the side hall to see Mu Xiaoxiao.

After asking the little guy to kowtow to Mu Laozu and call for help, Zeng Xiyue, who had satisfied his curiosity, was allowed to leave.

He and Mu Xiaoxiao had known each other for a long time, so there was no need for too much politeness. Otherwise, he would not have brought a disciple with low cultivation level to meet him.

Mu Xiaoxiao asked the receptionist to entertain the guests brought by Sect Leader Xu well, and gestured for them to sit down.

The two of them drank tea and chatted for a while. Xu Yuanchang took out the four-door composite blueprint of the Fantasy Armor Array Base that he had drawn, and asked Mu Xiaoxiao, who was proficient in arranging arrays, making talismans, and refining elixirs, how to distribute the 108 main nodes to be staggered and coordinated, and how they fit together, among other complex issues.

Most of the masters who can cultivate to the eighth level have gone through three to five thousand years of trials and tribulations.

There is plenty of time to master several cultivation skills, and of course the emphasis will be on different priorities.

After all, there are only a few "young" Eight-Layered Tower masters like him who are just over a thousand years old and have achieved today's achievements.

The only skill he could show off at the moment was drawing an eighth-order formation diagram "on paper", which still had many flaws that had not been verified. He had to ask his predecessors in person, otherwise it would be a waste of materials and time to figure it out on his own.

Mu Xiaoxiao took the drawings and displayed them one by one. She was an expert and used her magic power to sketch and construct in the air, visualizing four formations of different attributes one by one. Even if she did not possess the power of emptiness and tranquility, she could find a similar power of rules to replace it.

After about half an hour, a huge, complex and intertwined three-dimensional formation appeared in the side hall.

Each node was flashing with different fluctuations. Mu Xiaoxiao explained that subtle adjustments and displacements were made from time to time to make the entire formation more balanced and fitting. Every change was a clever way of seeing through flaws.

Xu Yuanchang was amazed by what he saw and took out the imaging stone, pen and paper to quickly record it.

After Uncle Mu's skillful adjustments, all he had to do when he returned was to integrate the formation into the magic. His mission would be accomplished.

Mu Xiaoxiao pointed out bluntly: "What you took out is just the 'auxiliary array' constructed by the phantom armor. There is also a set of 'main array' that complements each other. Is it inconvenient to show it?"

Xu Yuanchang chuckled and clasped his fists: "I have troubled you a lot, uncle. I can handle the remaining integration and formation adjustment by myself."

The subtle formation was taught by Old Ye. As soon as he takes it out, it will be exposed, allowing Uncle Mu to see the clue.

Mu Xiaoxiao casually wiped out the formation in the air and scolded with a smile: "You have learned the skill of hiding your head and showing your tail from your master. I don't even want to see it."

She didn't think about anything else, thinking it was an illusion array created by the old Taoist priest, who had instructed not to show it to anyone.

Xu Yuanchang laughed and gloated away the question, then asked some more questions about the techniques of building formations using the power of rules. After finishing his tea, he bowed and left.

When I walked out of the palace gate, I saw the master of the reception hall playing chess with Zeng Xiyue in a roadside pavilion, and Lazy Tiger lying outside the pavilion.

"Draw, draw. I'll ask you for advice next time."

Zeng Xiyue saw that her master had finally come out and quickly messed up the chessboard. It was too boring to play chess with the old man, so she kept calculating over and over again.

On the way back, Xu Yuanchang deliberately asked his disciple, "Will you come next time?"

Zeng Xiyue nodded firmly: "Come again!"

She would cherish the chance to go out with her master, no matter how boring it was. Maybe she could take a cross-border trip for fun and not have to read or write for a long time.

After returning to Bailin Valley, Xu Yuanchang immediately devoted himself to the deduction of the formation diagram of the integrated main formation and auxiliary formation.

Every day, we have to calculate massive amounts of data changes and draw drawings one by one.

Zeng Xiyue got the permission to enter Bailin Valley, and she ran to the valley every few days. She brought a group of little flower fairies with her to clean up the valley and trim the branches and leaves. However, she could not see her master for ten days or half a month.

Another five years passed.

Xu Yuanchang finally fully understood the layout of the phantom armor and the problem of constructing it with the power of rules.

After a few days of rest and relaxation, he helped Mr. Zeng refine a batch of medicinal materials, got a few eighth-level fantasy crystal stones and illusory beads in exchange, and walked around the sect. Following behind him was Lazy Tiger and his little follower Zeng Xiyue, and his ears were filled with lively chatter.

Sweeping away the accumulated fatigue, Xu Yuanchang walked into the quiet room, pinched his fingers and quietly went to the Qiyuntai blessed land, and flew to the Wuxintai. The red willow tree that Liu Xianfeng transformed into was shrouded in a mist, attracting spiritual energy, and it seemed that everything was going well.

He waved to the four flower fairies who appeared in the distance and knelt down to worship him.

The flower demon instantly disappeared among the grass and trees.

He didn't want to be disturbed, so he released the fire spirit and let the little guy go to sleep in a familiar corner.

He summoned a clone and put it into the space of the Fantasy Fairy Ring in order to control the temperature. Then he took off the fantasy armor on his body and threw it on the Creation Altar for initial refining. He threw the materials into smelting according to the order he had deduced countless times.

Use the power of rules to thread the needle, add the power of Tao, and weave his eighth-level phantom armor.

As time passed, the phantom armor on his body gradually showed the outline of layers of interwoven formation nodes.

After completing every five nodes, he would stop to rest for a day. This was a meticulous job that required a lot of patience.

If something goes wrong, you have to go back five nodes and redo the work.

The several hundred pieces of eighth-level materials that he had harvested before and prepared later were almost all used up. It took him nearly ten years and a lot of hard work to finally complete the refining of the complex and huge phantom armor.

Feel the many changes of the phantom armor from virtual to real and then real to virtual, and become familiar with the power of the phantom armor.

Xu Yuanchang was radiant and had a genuine smile on his face.

After calling back the fire spirit, he made precise hand gestures and returned to Bailin Valley of Dengxianguan. He appeared near the stone bridge and saw Zeng Xiyue using a yellow crystal stone to lure the lazy tiger and trying to ride on the tiger's back.

"Master, you have come out of seclusion."

Zeng Xiyue threw the crystal stone to the stubborn cat and told his master a good news.

“Master Yu entered the sword path two years ago and successfully advanced to the eighth level of sword realm.”

"Wow, your dress is so beautiful!"

"Hey, it makes me dizzy."

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(End of this chapter)