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Chapter 119 The Divine Light of Creation of the Lesser Five Elements (100%)! (Please Subscribe!)

Wen Jin, who was lying on the ancient pine tree pretending to be unconscious, couldn't understand Zhao Zheng's thoughts. Although she didn't think of herself as a peerless beauty, she wasn't bad-looking either.

He's someone who's well-known in the martial arts world!

Logically speaking, if a woman is injured and unconscious, it's one thing for Zhao Zheng, a member of the demonic path, not to save her, but he shouldn't have stopped Duan Jingchen from saving her either.

Furthermore, Wen Jin suddenly felt that she, as a member of the demonic path, was not really a member of the demonic path, at least not compared to Zhao Zheng.

Duan Jingchen was unaware of Wen Jin's thoughts. His mind had just returned to the present when he said to Zhao Zheng, "Brother Zhao, although we don't know her, we can't just stand by and watch her die!"

With that, Duan Jingchen went to rescue Wen Jin, who was lying on the ancient pine tree. Zhao Zheng said, "Follow me," and turned to walk towards the Ink Hidden Cave.

Upon entering the cave, Zhao Zheng did not smell any unpleasant odors or experience the expected darkness. Instead, he found only light like that of the outside world and a smell similar to ink.

Zhao Zheng looked up at the mirror-like lighting mechanism on the upper left and right sides of the stone wall, which was covered with some dust. His gaze fell on the three diagrams carved on the stone wall, which were the forging diagrams of the three imperial weapons of the Mo family.

Of course, not the complete version, but rather—a guessed version of the original image!

Yes, the original drawing is a speculative version. After examining it carefully, Zhao Zheng felt that these three forging diagrams were actually more like deductions made by the descendants of the Mohist school based on their own knowledge.

The forging blueprints for the three imperial weapons, derived from the deduction!

Of course, this deduction should be a reasonable deduction based on some real information. For example, the forging pattern of the Dingcang Sword, the first of the three imperial weapons, is clearly shown in the stone wall on the left.

Then, I started to use my personal inspiration to create the structural diagrams, and I carved out seven analytical diagrams of the forging of the Dingcang Sword with different internal structures.

Below the inscribed forging diagrams, there are even descriptions of the power of the Dingcang Sword, as well as the negative calamities that represent its negative effects.

The forging diagrams for the remaining two imperial weapons, the Broken Mace and the Soul-Soothing Flute, were drawn in the same way, with several different internal structure forging analysis diagrams engraved.

Zhao Zheng quickly memorized the blueprints, preparing to try and forge them after returning to the main world.

Although he felt it was a bit difficult, it wasn't a big problem. The main world didn't have weapon forging techniques that included mechanical manipulation, but it did have the all-purpose immortal weapon refining technique.

"I should be able to replicate it, but I don't know if I can still use mechanical martial arts in the main world. If I can't, the power will definitely be greatly reduced—" Zhao Zheng muttered to himself.

He said that because of the existence of mechanical arts and weapon forging techniques that contain mechanical arts, martial arts in this world have changed and become a mechanical martial arts that is compatible with mechanical weapons.

There are no mechanical martial arts in the main world, which is why he doubts whether the so-called divine weapons forged in the main world can unleash their original power.

While pondering, Zhao Zheng's gaze lingered for a moment on the words engraved on the forging diagrams of the Broken Mace and the Soul-Soothing Flute, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, so all three weapons have negative effects, and the negative calamities of the Gongshu Four Fierce Weapons are even more severe—"

Looking at the words on the stone wall, Zhao Zheng learned what the negative calamities of the remaining two weapons were, and also figured out which two weapons each weapon countered.

After reading and taking notes, Zhao Zheng looked at a statue more than ten meters away directly in front of him. It was not made of jade, but of wood, a wooden woman made using the mechanical techniques of the Mohist school.

A beautiful woman who looks incredibly lifelike!

"Can this thing move?"

Zhao Zheng felt a sense of doubt and decided to try looking at the futon in front of the wooden statue later. With his innate ability of insight, he found that there was no secret manual in the futon and looked up at the top of the statue.

"Upside down again—"

Zhao Zheng frowned as he looked at the "Ink Pivot Devouring Yuan Technique" and "Heavenly Craft Pivot Step" hidden in the secret compartments of the ceiling and stone wall.

With a swift movement of his feet, he leaped several meters into the air and reached a spot near the hidden compartment. He stretched out his large hand and disappeared into the stone wall as if it were submerged in water.

Then, right before Duan Jingchen and Wen Jin's astonished and wide-eyed eyes as they entered the cave, he took out two cultivation manuals.

The two were not shocked by the existence of martial arts techniques, but rather by the fact that Zhao Zheng's large hand had disappeared into the stone wall as if it were submerged in water.

"Brother Zhao, are you... a deity?"

Duan Jingchen stared wide-eyed at the undamaged stone wall above and the two books that Zhao Zheng was reading.

Although Wen Jin, who was pale and pretending to be injured, did not speak, her thoughts were similar to Duan Jingchen's.

"Is that so?"

Zhao Zheng replied, and casually tossed the Mo Shu Devouring Yuan Technique, which he had his eye on, to Duan Jingchen. Duan Jingchen was taken aback for a moment, but was quickly drawn in by its contents.

"Is this the Devouring Pivot and Yuan-Swallowing Technique that Xiao Qingtian has practiced?"

Duan Jingchen was stunned after seeing the contents, then shook his head and said, "No, no, this isn't what Xiao Qingtian cultivated—"

Duan Jingchen stopped talking, not because he was completely captivated by the content of the cultivation technique, but because he had been silenced by Wen Jin and had a dagger pressed against his throat.

"???"

No, is this how you treat your benefactor?

Wait, are you a bad guy?

Duan Jingchen stared wide-eyed, belatedly realizing that Wen Jin, who had previously appeared weak and timid, had suddenly kidnapped him.

Without uttering a word, Wen Jin warily watched Zhao Zheng while snatching the Ink Pivot Devouring Yuan Technique from Duan Jingchen's hand and began to read it.

Upon seeing this, her expression changed. She quickly put away the Ink Pivot Devouring Yuan Technique and said to Zhao Zheng, "Give me the other cultivation manual you have, or I'll kill him!"

"Should I hand over the Dingcang Sword to you as well?"

Zhao Zheng smiled and asked in return, not mentioning that Duan Jingchen, whose speech had been silenced by having his acupoints pressed, was silently saying, "Don't give it to me."

Wen Jin raised an eyebrow, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and with some surprise, she caught the Ink Pivot Devouring Yuan Technique and Heavenly Craft Pivot Step that Zhao Zheng threw to her, and said, "It seems you already know who I am—"

In addition, she felt that Zhao Zheng not only knew who she was, but also knew that she had been secretly spying on him.

"Of course I know."

Zhao Zheng smiled and spoke, ignoring Duan Jingchen's ashamed expression and eyes, and took out the Dingcang Sword Dao from the Five-Colored Divine Light Pearl space with his right hand.

"Oh, right, one more condition. I can give you the Dingcang Sword, but in return, you have to give me the Dingcang Evil-Repelling Sword Manual. Also, you have to release my brother Duan!"

Wen Jin frowned, surprised that Zhao Zheng was so sure she had the Dingcang Bixie Sword Manual. However, she was not surprised for long, and then smiled and said.

"Sure, but aren't you afraid I'll lie to you? Give you a fake Dingcang Evil-Repelling Sword Manual?"

"Don't you know I have the ability to tell if someone is lying or telling the truth?" Zhao Zheng retorted.

The atmosphere was not silent. Wen Jin just smiled at Zhao Zheng. She didn't care that Duan Jingchen was right next to her and directly recited the entire contents of the "Dingcang Bixie Sword Scripture".

As she finished speaking, she glanced at Zhao Zheng's lower body with a strange, smiling look and continued.

"The last sentence of the Dingcang Evil-Repelling Sword Manual is: 'To practice this skill, one must first castrate oneself!'" Of course, she deliberately omitted a sentence, which is that one can succeed without castration.

"Isn't one sentence missing?"

Zhao Zheng asked, ignoring Wen Jin's unchanging expression, and directly threw the Dingcang Sword to Wen Jin.

"???"

This is a divine weapon! You're giving it to me right now!

Wen Jin was filled with confusion, not understanding what Zhao Zheng was thinking. She quickly took the Dingcang Sword.

She wanted to determine whether it was true or not, but soon, or rather, almost at the same time she caught the Dingcang Sword Scripture, her face turned red due to the surge of lust brought about by the negative calamity.

Confirming that this was indeed the Three Imperial Weapons Dingcang Sword, she pushed away Duan Jingchen, who was being held hostage with a dagger, and left Moyin Cave in a blur.

pop~

Duan Jingchen, whose speech had been released by Zhao Zheng, looked at Zhao Zheng with immense shame: "Brother Zhao, I'm sorry, it's all my fault—"

"It's alright, we'll just take it back. You just stand here and don't move!" Zhao Zheng said calmly, looking towards the outside of the cave.

Just as Duan Jingchen was about to speak, he saw Zhao Zheng's figure flash and disappear.

Not to mention Duan Jingchen staring in horror at the afterimage left by Zhao Zheng, Wen Jin, who had already arrived at the middle of the cliff with the Dingcang Sword, was now looking down at Zhao Zheng, who was about to catch up.

"The Evil-Repelling Shadow Step?"

How is this possible? How could he have mastered it so quickly!

Wen Jin subconsciously disbelieved it, but when she saw Zhao Zheng moving with the agility of a spring, his figure so fast that he seemed like a faint ink shadow, his every move leaving no trace and his steps silent, she had to believe that Zhao Zheng had really learned the lightness skill from the Dingcang Bixie Sword Manual.

Just as Wen Jin was marveling at Zhao Zheng's talent and wondering if Zhao Zheng had castrated himself, she discovered a problem.

That means Zhao Zheng is gone!

Where are they?

Wen Jin's expression changed. As she looked around for Zhao Zheng, she changed her pace as she headed up the cliff.

"Do you know why I offered to give you the Dingcang Sword?" A voice quietly whispered in Wen Jin's ear.

The voice belonged to none other than Zhao Zheng.

Upon hearing this, Wen Jin's pupils contracted, his expression changed, and he turned around as he slapped his back with his free right hand at an odd angle.

Nobody here?

Why is no one here?

Wen Jin's face turned ugly as she missed with her palm strike. At the same time, Zhao Zheng's voice rang out eerily in her ear again.

"That's because I can take it back!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his hand was empty. Wen Jin stared in horror at his empty left hand, realizing that the Dingcang Sword was no longer in his left hand.

She, who always used her strange movements to bully others, never expected that she would be bullied by someone else today, and by someone else using her movements.

This time, she didn't try to find Zhao Zheng's location by sound, but instead relied on her intuition to look down into the valley.

Before her eyes was Zhao Zheng, about a hundred meters below, holding the Dingcang Sword in his left hand and looking up at her in the cave valley.

"snort!"

A cold snort rang out from Wen Jin's mouth. Wen Jin changed her destination and stopped leaving the valley. Instead, she rushed towards Zhao Zheng. As she rushed towards Zhao Zheng, she waved her hands.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh—

A dense array of embroidery needles, like a rain of flowers, pierced the air and drew tiny white waves as they hurtled towards Zhao Zheng.

The embroidery needle arrived in front of Zhao Zheng almost in the blink of an eye. Also arriving in front of Zhao Zheng was Wen Jin, who followed closely behind the embroidery needle, his body as elusive as a shadowy figure.

"You've practiced your swordplay incorrectly—"

Zhao Zheng looked at Wen Jin and the embroidery needles with their intricate mechanisms and spoke, while simultaneously reaching for the Dingcang Sword with his right hand.

Clang—

There was no cold, sharp glint, only a fleeting shadow of ink, the ink shadow of Dingcang Sword's non-aggressive righteous energy and the balance of its mechanisms.

As the sword was drawn, Zhao Zheng moved his right hand, and the sword transformed into an ink umbrella. After sweeping away the dense embroidery needles that were attacking him, he directly stabbed Wen Jin, who was following closely behind!

Chi~

A white streak appeared in the air, but there was no sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh; instead, there was a disdainful snort.

From a direction a few meters away, or rather, from the cold snort coming from Wen Jin's mouth, Zhao Zheng raised an eyebrow and praised him.

"Not bad speed, but your true energy seems a bit chaotic—" Zhao Zheng said, glancing at the Dingcang Sword in his hand.

He understood that it was the divine weapon Dingcang Sword in his hand that was suppressing and influencing Wen Jin. No, it wasn't just Wen Jin who was affected; the embroidery needles containing mechanisms were also affected as well.

This was Zhao Zheng's thought when he saw the mortise and tenon joints and hidden springs in the embroidery needles that he had knocked away on the ground not far away, which were abnormally bent.

"The mechanism and checks and balances of the Dingcang Sword —"

Zhao Zheng muttered to himself, then turned his attention back to Wen Jin, who was once again launching a barrage of embroidery needles at him.

The two stepped forward simultaneously, transforming into dark shadows, and unanimously used the Evil-Repelling Shadow Step, which twisted and turned like spider silk and lightning.

However, Wen Jin, whose figure was like a ghost, looked even worse than before. This was not because her true energy was really in disarray as Zhao Zheng had said.

Rather, she was suppressed. Her lightness skill, her martial arts skills—no, that's not right. Everything about her was suppressed.

Moreover, what suppressed everything about her was not Zhao Zheng himself, but the Dingcang Sword in Zhao Zheng's hand. The mechanical restraining power emanating from the Dingcang Sword was suppressing her mechanical embroidery needles.

Furthermore, it was forcibly pulling and interfering, slowing down the operation of the tiny mechanisms inside her embroidery needles.

The embroidery needle, which was originally so agile as to move like a dragon, was now restricted in every way. Not only that, the flow of energy in her body, which she had modified, was also affected by the Dingcang Sword.

Not only did it disrupt her inner energy, but it also caused her previously suppressed desires to surge wildly, to the point that Wen Jin suspected Zhao Zheng had secretly drugged her.

Although she knew that she was affected because the Dingcang Bixie Sword Scripture she cultivated was originally of the same origin as the Dingcang Sword.

When the true energy is disrupted, the movement technique of the Evil-Repelling Shadow Step also becomes chaotic, since the Shadow Step originated from the Sword Manual.

Although it is called the Sword Manual, it includes a series of martial arts such as sword, palm, and lightness skills, and belongs to a complete set of martial arts.

With the combined negative effects of the three factors, Wen Jin's movements were suppressed by the power emanating from the Dingcang Sword, making him no longer as elusive as before, almost instantly.

The original "skill" and "change" disappeared directly, but while she was completely restrained by the Dingcang Sword, she was also forced to bring out the potential hidden in the sword manual, which was both a blessing and a curse.

Or rather, ferocity. Wen Jin's attack rhythm gained a touch of ferocity and ferocity, creating a strange symbiotic state of being suppressed yet forcibly amplified.

Startled and delighted, she became even more ruthless and fierce in her attacks, and the two of them turned into two dark shadows clashing continuously.

Duan Jingchen, who had quietly arrived near the entrance of the Hidden Cave, saw two dark figures in the gray curtain colliding repeatedly.

Zhao Zheng and Wen Jin were locked in a fierce battle, the clanging of metal against metal echoing through the mountains. He held the Dingcang Sword, which had all six of its properties fully activated, and unleashed streaks of dark sword energy.

The sword energy, imbued with righteous indignation, pressed down on Wen Jin like a net, while simultaneously beginning to exhibit a restraining and confining effect.

Although Wen Jin's movements were no longer as ghostly and agile as before, she was forced to unleash a fierce aura due to the suppression of the Dingcang Sword. The embroidery needles in her hand shot out like locusts, and her attacks were like a rain of flowers.

That is to say, a certain Tang Sect master who was good at using the "Mother's Entanglement" technique was not present, otherwise he would have secretly thought that Wen Jin had already found a way to kill himself.

The reason is simple: under Zhao Zheng's pressure, Wen Jin's embroidery needlework was even more masterful than that of the Tang Clan, surprising even herself with her own talent.

Of course, what shocked her even more about Zhao Zheng was that if Zhao Zheng was just a beginner practicing the Dingcang Bixie Sword Scripture when they first clashed, then in just a few breaths, Zhao Zheng's level in the sword scripture was no weaker than hers, and might even be stronger.

"No, we can't keep fighting like this—"

Wen Jin thought with a slight blush on his face, and his attack intensified by three points. For a time, the sword and needles clashed incessantly.

Each collision unleashed a violent ripple of energy, sending dust billowing through the valley and forming a vast, gray curtain that blotted out the sky.

The mountain stream not far away was whipped up by the aftershocks of their attack, then shattered into a shower of rain, making Duan Jingchen at the entrance of the Ink Hidden Cave look like he'd seen a ghost.

He knew Zhao Zheng was very capable, but Zhao Zheng was just too capable! He was even more capable than his uncle and others.

"Huh? Wait, who is this woman?"

Duan Jingchen's doubts resurfaced, and he began to ponder Wen Jin's identity and who the most powerful female martial artists in the martial arts world were.

Just as he was wondering who Wen Jin was, he discovered another problem: why was Wen Jin getting redder the more he was slapped?

Duan Jingchen scratched his head, looking at Wen Jin who had temporarily distanced himself from Zhao Zheng, puzzled as to why Wen Jin's face had such a spring-like expression.

"Has she gone mad?"

Duan Jingchen, who felt it didn't quite seem right, was taken aback because he remembered that the Dingcang Sword had a negative, ominous quality that could incite strong desires.

Just as he was looking at Wen Jin with a strange expression, he noticed another problem: why wasn't Zhao Zheng reacting?

Duan Jingchen was filled with doubt. Just as he was thinking about whether or not to castrate himself, the sound of dense metal clashing rang out again, and Zhao Zheng and the other man once again distanced themselves from each other.

"I never expected you to be so ruthless, actually willing to castrate yourself just to control the Dingcang Sword!" Wen Jin said with a look of disdainful admiration.

"Is it possible that I'm unaffected by it because my resolve is unwavering, and besides, I'm only eight years old this year!"

"???"×2

Are you sure you're only eight years old?!

Without mentioning Duan Jingchen, Wen Jin felt that his brother Zhao was too shameless. He was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously believed him to some extent.

The reasons she believed it were twofold: first, she felt Zhao Zheng wouldn't lie to her; and second, the information about Zhao Zheng provided by the all-knowing Jianghu scholar clearly stated that Zhao Zheng was only eight years old.

"continue!"

Zhao Zheng spoke calmly, then darted forward, and the blade of the Dingcang Sword emitted layers of sword light that spread outwards like raging waves in the deep sea.

As soon as the sword flashed, the mysterious openings in the sword's mechanism trembled and emitted a muffled, surging hum.

The aura of balance, defense, and universal love inherent in the Dingcang Sword emanated from him and then crashed down.

With a sudden boom, the air within a radius of ten feet seemed to solidify into an iron plate, and even the sunlight was squeezed and distorted.

With the aid of the Dingcang Evil-Repelling Sword Scripture, the divine power of the Dingcang Evil-Repelling Sword, the first of the three weapons of the Mo family, was officially unleashed. Its terrifying divine power made Wen Jin's ghostly Evil-Repelling Shadow Step feel as if he were sinking into a quagmire, and every move he made felt as if he was carrying a huge weight.

However, the extreme suppression triggered all the ferocity she had accumulated from her unorthodox sword cultivation. Nine mechanical embroidery needles exploded in her palm, their mechanical grooves spewing out pitch-black ferocity, accompanied by a piercing shriek and even greater power, shooting towards Zhao Zheng's face.

"A boring trick!"

Clang! Clang! Clang—

A series of metallic clanging sounds, like a torrential downpour hitting iron, erupted as the force of the needle colliding with the sword created terrifying ripples that exploded outwards.

The surrounding tall bluestone slabs shattered with a loud crash, the fragments flying in all directions like projectiles, causing tree trunks and ancient vines to explode with a series of thuds.

Wood chips, dust, rain curtain —

Zhao Zheng remained calm and composed despite knocking away nine embroidery needles, which made Wen Jin believe that there really was someone in this world who could ignore the negative calamity of the Dingcang Sword.

Despite his belief, Wen Jin knew that if he couldn't win this time, the consequences would be dire, so he frantically circulated his internal energy.

"kill!"

A cold shout rang in Wen Jin's heart. Wen Jin clasped her hands together, her middle fingers holding a large embroidery needle, slightly larger than a strand of hair. The next moment, she seemed to transform into a mechanical embroidery needle, becoming a phantom and rushing towards Zhao Zheng.

Zhao Zheng remained standing, slowly extending the Dingcang Sword in front of him, unleashing his non-aggressive righteous energy and the power of balance and defense.

The sword of Dingcang suddenly emitted a divine light!

Sword Manual Seventh Form: Pivot Breaker - Open!

Man moves, sword moves, body moves —

Zhao Zheng's thrust of the Dingcang Sword was not very fast; at least compared to Wen Jin's ghostly speed, he was much slower.

Moreover, Zhao Zheng was not only slow, but he also failed to achieve the same level of integration with the nine embroidery needles as Wen Jin, using his fierce energy as a sharp point and his body as a needle, to reach the state where man is the tool and the tool is man, achieving a unity of man and tool.

However, this doesn't mean Zhao Zheng was wrong, or that his skill level wasn't as high as Wen Jin's. Rather, it's because he was using the standard version of the Dingcang Bixie Sword Scripture at this moment.

This is not Wen Jin's biased version of the sword manual!

Yes, Wen Jin practiced it incorrectly because, under the influence of the negative calamities of the Dingcang Evil-Repelling Sword Scripture, she deliberately practiced the sword scripture incorrectly.

Master the Dingcang Bixie Sword Manual, which emphasizes both offense and speed!

That is why she can now transform into a protective aura that can break through all defenses, reaching an extreme speed.

Even her shadow couldn't catch up with her, and her attacks were concentrated on a single point. No matter how much you defended, she would only target the vital spot with her most vicious and ruthless mechanical embroidery needle.

This is the change brought about by his extreme practice of unorthodox methods. Unlike the normal practice, she has now compressed all her true energy into a single line and simplified all changes into a single point.

At the same time, she also burned all the profound principles of defense, balance, universal love, and non-aggression in the Sword Manual, transforming them into the purest form of destructive power.

This thrust was a display of Wen Jin's full power, killing intent, and skill. Duan Jingchen saw that when the needle tip in Wen Jin's hand sliced ​​through the air, it even created a black crack.

However, Duan Jingchen was unaware that this was proof that when the speed was extremely fast and terrifying, even light was torn apart.

Just as Duan Jingchen subconsciously wanted Zhao Zheng to retreat, Zhao Zheng not only didn't retreat, but he even slowly thrust out the Dingcang Sword.

The tip of the Dingcang Sword aimed at the incoming black shadow with slow but incredibly precise speed, which was also aimed at Wen Jin, who had transformed into a needle. However, it was not aimed at the person, but at the invisible axis between the person and the needle.

Zhao Zheng slowly extended his sword, unhurried and composed, like the ebb and flow of tides, like the rising and setting of the sun and moon, displaying the subtlety of reason and skill.

The needle and sword clashed, but there was no metallic clang or explosive energy. The tip of the Dingcang sword, like the most precise file in the hands of a Mo family mechanic, gently touched the core of the needle's pivotal gap.

Right at the pivot point where Wen Jin's true energy was circulating with the needle in his hand, an invisible stream of true energy precisely followed the flow of energy and nailed into the meridians of the unorthodox sword meridian that had been running in Wen Jin's body for many years, forcibly blocking the operation of all mechanisms.

Zhao Zheng's sword strike was not about using force to overcome force, nor speed to overcome speed, but rather about using righteousness to overcome deviation, using the most fundamental principle of balance in swordsmanship to correct the path that had gone astray.

Wen Jin felt her whole body stiffen. At that moment, all the true energy within her body, which she could control like an extension of her own arm, was locked down by Zhao Zheng's true energy.

It wasn't that she was defeated or scattered, but rather that a righteous and peaceful true energy blocked the mechanism of her internal energy gears.

It's like a fine clock with a pebble stuck in it; all the gears are still there, but it can no longer turn.

She floated in mid-air, frozen in her stance as the needle and sword clashed, unable to advance any further. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at Zhao Zheng: "You—you really learned the Sword Manual—"

Her tone was full of disbelief. As someone who practiced the partial version of the Dingcang Bixie Sword Scripture, she naturally knew what Zhao Zheng's move was called, and it was precisely because she knew that she couldn't believe it.

Because the move Zhao Zheng used was the seventh move of the seventy-two moves of the Dingcang Bixie Sword Manual, the Breaking Pivot move, which is to break the opponent's weapon so that the opponent will collapse without a fight.

You have to understand, she originally practiced the Dingcang Bixie Sword Scripture because she couldn't cultivate the original version. Of course, the negative consequences of her practice were also half of the reason. But Zhao Zheng, who had only obtained the sword scripture for a short time, had already successfully cultivated it!

How could she possibly believe it!

"Is it difficult?"

Zhao Zheng asked with a puzzled look in his eyes, then sheathed the Dingcang sword. Wen Jin didn't speak, but as the embroidery needle in his hand was destroyed, he fell to the ground with a thud, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

She struggled to lift her head, glancing unwillingly at the broken embroidery needle in her palm before looking down at Zhao Zheng, who was looking down at her.

"Cough cough—kill—me—"

"I won't kill you; I'm going to use you to trade for something!"

Zhao Zheng shook his head and refused. His reasons for not killing her were simple: first, he was not a bloodthirsty person, and second, this woman resembled He Xiangu.

He couldn't guarantee that the other party wouldn't have their soul leave their body or possess another body after death; it would be terrible if he couldn't kill them.

"If you don't kill me, then..."

Wen Jin stopped speaking. He wasn't dead; rather, his neck lolled to the side and he fainted. At least, that's how Duan Jingchen saw him as he walked out of the cave.

He looked around the valley with lingering fear, as if it had been ravaged by ferocious beasts. Then, he stared blankly at Zhao Zheng, who had turned Wen Jin upside down and was groping in Wen Jin's arms.

No, you could at least avoid me for a bit!

Duan Jingchen subconsciously thought to himself, then his expression froze as he looked at the two martial arts manuals that Zhao Zheng had taken out of Wen Jin's arms.

Okay, he misunderstood!

However, he had a new question!

After a while, Duan Jingchen, who had gone to the corner to relieve himself with Zhao Zheng, looked down at Xiao Duan with a questioning expression.

To be honest, he felt that Zhao Zheng was suspicious!

Dejected, Duan Jingchen pulled up his pants and fastened his belt with a look of utter despair. After fastening his belt, Zhao Zheng patted Duan Jingchen on the shoulder and said...

"It's alright, Brother Duan, don't be too self-conscious. Not everyone has an invincible second brother. You should try to think more positively."

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I hate being called a lackey!

Duan Jingchen rolled his eyes in exasperation, then looked at Zhao Zhengdao with a puzzled expression: "Wasn't it said that the negative calamity of the Dingcang Sword was very powerful? How come you don't seem to be affected, Brother Zhao?"

"Maybe it's because I'm only eight years old this year!"

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"Yes, because my faith is unwavering!"

"Uh-huh."

Duan Jingchen nodded; he believed it now. Then, looking at Wen Jin, who was still lying unconscious in the same spot, he asked, "Brother Zhao, what are you planning to exchange her for at the Xuan Shu Demon Palace?"

After Zhao Zheng's introduction, he also learned that this woman was the head of the Xuan Shu Demon Mansion, one of the four major demonic sects, although he was very puzzled as to why she was a woman.

"Change your martial arts!"

"The Devouring Pivot and Swallowing Primordial Essence Technique?"

Duan Jingchen's heart stirred and he spoke up. Zhao Zheng shook his head and said, "I probably can't exchange for this martial art. I'm just planning to exchange for some ordinary martial arts to continue to improve my knowledge base."

"oh oh----"

Duan Jingchen nodded, then said with even greater confusion, "Brother Zhao, I think with your strength, you shouldn't need those ordinary martial arts techniques, right? In my opinion, you might as well choose something else!"

"It's useful, for example, I've already simplified the 72 forms of the Dingcang Evil-Repelling Sword Manual to only 36 forms by relying on the basic martial arts I learned from the Xuanji Sect!"

"???" x2

Two sets of question marks: one is Duan Jingchen, who is confused by how his martial arts skills are so good that they can simplify complex matters, and the other is Wen Jin, who has just woken up.

"Cough cough————"

Wen Jin struggled to sit up, looking at Zhao Zheng with disdain. She didn't mean anything by it; she just didn't believe Zhao Zheng's words.

Zhao Zheng is talented, but she doesn't believe he can simplify the Dingcang Bixie Sword Manual to thirty-six forms in such a short time.

"People are different. For example, I have now simplified the Dingcang Bixie Sword Manual to twelve forms —"

Oh, and by the way, I've already forged my ninth divine weapon!

Facing Wen Jin's gaze, Zhao Zheng smiled and spoke. As he spoke, he suddenly stretched out his large hand and grabbed at the five colors of green, yellow, red, black, and white that were gathering between heaven and earth.

Swah—

He acquired a whisk that initially displayed shades of blue, yellow, red, black, and white, but later transformed into something that seemed ordinary but actually contained profound mysteries.

Five-Colored Divine Light Set - Five-Colored Dust Brush Acquired.

At the same time, Zhao Zheng's progress bar for the Innate Five Elements Dao Body, which had originally reached 99%, also reached 100%.

At the same time, Zhao Zheng, who had originally reached the perfect Transcendent Realm, also began to break through. At the same time, the Innate Realm, with a refinement degree of 99%, and the Lesser Five Elements Creation Divine Light, with a cohesion degree of 99%, also broke through.

Wen Jin and the other two saw Zhao Zheng's aura suddenly soar into the sky, his true energy, which was different from that of ordinary martial artists, surge forth, and the five colors of green, yellow, red, black, white and cyan that had appeared earlier due to the whisk reappeared.

Five divine lights of green wood, yellow earth, red fire, black water, and white gold reappeared simultaneously from the heavens and earth and behind Zhao Zheng. Then, the five colors intertwined and condensed, transforming into a five-colored divine lotus, which slowly wrapped around Zhao Zheng's body and began to rotate.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths —

The five-colored lotus, composed of green, yellow, red, black, and white, disappeared—no, it should be said that it transformed into a five-colored divine light that soared upwards, tearing through the clouds.

The clouds burst open, and the vast spiritual energy of heaven and earth, carrying the essence of the sun, moon, and stars in the sky, surged into Zhao Zheng's limbs, bones, and dantian like rivers flowing into the sea, thus forming the innate five elements Dao body.

At the same time, the Divine Light of Creation of the Five Elements was formed!

As soon as the divine light was formed, it immediately resonated with the five-colored whisk in Zhao Zheng's right hand and the five-colored divine light bead on his left wrist.

Wen Jin's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief as she sensed the aura emanating from Zhao Zheng, who had just broken through to the Innate Realm: "You...you...you...you've only just broken through to the Innate Realm?"

Duan Jingchen didn't think too much about it. He just stared blankly at the Dingcang Sword that Zhao Zheng had placed aside, which levitated on its own and emitted a dark, ghostly light in an attempt to resonate with the Five-Colored Divine Light.

However, just as the Dingcang Sword was suspended in the air, he saw a bronze-style ancient sword fly out from between Zhao Zheng's eyebrows.

Clang—

A flash of cold light appeared, and the Dingcang Sword, the foremost of the Seven Divine Weapons, was sent flying backward like a stray dog, leaving Duan Jingchen and Wen Jin dumbfounded. Not only did it lose its divine light, but it also lost most of its divine charm, trembling on the ground.

The Tai'a Sword emitted a disdainful sword cry and floated to the air beside Zhao Zheng, beginning to resonate with the five colors of blue, yellow, red, black, and white in the world. Zhao Zheng, too lazy to care about these things, silently chanted.

"Here comes the picture!"

A Portrait of Life

[Photo by: Zhao Zheng]

Age: 18

[Sect: Maoshan Seventy-Two Temples - Zuowang Temple]

[Record: The True Text of the Primordial Emperor's Chaotic Ancestor]

[Rank/Class Status: Pending Trigger]

[Constitution: Innate Five Elements Dao Body]

[Talent: Adversity]

[Status: Unwavering Demonic Heart]

[Realm: Innate+]

[Cultivation Technique: Shangqing Great Cave True Scripture]

[Supernatural Power: Minor Five Elements Creation Divine Light]

[Sword Intent: Supreme Forgetfulness]

Skill Points: 6

"???"

Wait, what is "Innate+"? Does it mean that the Innate Realm achieved through practice and the Innate Realm I actually attained can coexist?

Zhao Zheng was puzzled. After the five colors of blue, yellow, red, black, and white that shot straight into the sky disappeared, he slowly landed and looked at Wen Jin and the other person who were staring at him in disbelief. He thought for a moment and then explained.

"Well, actually, the Seven Divine Weapons aren't eight; to be precise, there are ten. Yes, that's right, ten in total!"

"————" ×2

To be honest, I'm not stupid.

This was the idea of ​​Wen Jin and his companion.