Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Its remaining branches trembled slightly, and the few living branches at the top of the tree, still glowing with a crimson light, began to shed their flower buds.

The first flower bud fell.

It was a flower bud no bigger than a thumbnail, its entire body a warm, reddish-gold color, emitting tiny rays of light as it fell, like a miniature sun.

A flower bud gently landed on the alloy gun.

"What shape of weapon do you want to forge?" Baoshu asked.

"Just make the shape like this gun," Xilun said, pointing to the alloy gun.

Zhiya nodded slightly and then gently patted Xilun's shoulder.

That gesture carried an ancient and reassuring comfort.

rest assured.

Then, the branch slowly brushed past the first weapon—the alloy spear.

Change has begun.

The crimson pollen seeped into the metal surface as if it were alive, and the alloy gun began to tremble slightly.

Xilun could clearly see that gray impurities were constantly seeping from the metal surface of the gun, as if it were sweating.

The impurities condensed into grayish-black particles, which fell to the ground with a pattering sound.

At the same time, the shape of the gun began to subtly deform.

Next up was the bronze spear.

Branches brushed against the bronze spear shaft, and the red gold pollen seeped into it as well. The heavy bronze began to lose its dull luster, impurities were expelled, and the entire spear slowly shrank.

Then came the silver knife and the spear.

The four weapons simultaneously underwent a transformation catalyzed by the spiritual pollen of the precious tree.

The color of the metal is changing.

The shape is changing.

The size is changing.

The four different weapons, each with its own unique characteristics, are slowly evolving in the same direction in an incredible way.

The precious tree shed its second bud.

This one was brighter than the first, and the moment the pollen was sprinkled, all four weapons emitted a dazzling light.

Xilun squinted.

He saw the four weapons begin to melt under the catalysis of the spiritual pollen.

It wasn't melted by high temperatures.

Instead, it decomposes and liquefies itself from the essential level of metal.

The alloy spear first turned into silver-gray molten iron.

Next came the bronze spear, which transformed into a dark golden liquid metal.

The silver knife transformed into flowing mercury.

The spear transformed into a stream of light gray metal.

Four streams of metal of different colors converged in the air, like four streams flowing into one river.

At the same time, the glass bead also began to melt under the catalysis of pollen.

Its melting method is completely different from that of metals—

The bead emitted a seven-colored light, shining brightly, like a miniature rainbow dancing and leaping in a river of metal.

Xilun watched all of this intently, not daring to utter a sound.

The metallic river and the seven-colored light began to merge.

It was an extremely spectacular sight—

Guided by spiritual pollen, metals of different materials naturally eliminate incompatible components, retaining the most essential parts, and then blend together in a near-perfect ratio.

The seven-colored light acted as a catalyst, making this fusion more thorough and deeper.

The precious tree shook off its third flower bud.

"This Spirit Transformation Gold is of top quality." Baoshu's voice carried a hint of helplessness. "It consumed three of my Weapon Refining Flower buds."

Three flowers.

Xilun clicked his tongue inwardly in amazement.

Judging from the current state of this half-dead precious tree, it will probably only be able to bloom a few flower buds.

Sanduo gave almost everything she had.

Baoshu stopped talking and devoted all her energy to the final shaping process.

The fused metal stream was drawn and controlled in the air by an invisible force, and began to slowly solidify.

The shape gradually emerged.

Gun body—

Long, straight, and rounded.

spear tip—

Narrow and sharp, like the forked tongue of a venomous snake.

Gun tail -

It's compact and smooth, with a perfect grip.

The color of a metal changes continuously during the solidification process.

Silver-gray, dark gold, silver-white, light gray—

Ultimately, all the colors merged into a stunning hue.

A brilliant gold color.

It was as if the rising sun had gilded it with a layer of pure gold.

But it was by no means a fragile gilding.

Rather, it is a naturally formed gold quality, from the inside out and from the surface inwards.

Baoshu suddenly spoke again.

"There will be some materials left."

Its branches pointed to the sky, and indeed, a small clump of that golden metallic flow remained after it formed the gun body.

"What are you planning to make? Only the size of a fist."

Xilun was about to speak, but then he realized that the fist-sized object didn't seem to offer much room for maneuver.

A metal block the size of a fist is too small to be a weapon and too thin to be protective gear.

Do you have any suggestions?

Baoshu pondered for a moment.

"I'll make you a soul-suppressing nail."

Before the words were even finished, the remaining small mass of material separated from the gun and slowly deformed in the air.

Stretch, shrink, solidify.

Soon, a nail about three inches long landed in Xilun's hand.

The nail is entirely golden, but beneath the golden luster, one can vaguely see iridescent light flowing slowly within.

That's a characteristic of the Spirit Transformation Gold.

Xilun picked it up and examined it carefully.

The nail has a simple and unadorned shape, and is not much different from an ordinary iron nail.

But the moment he held it in his hand, he sensed an extremely peculiar spirituality—

It was as if this nail was born knowing exactly where to be driven in.

"When properly activated, it has many effects," Baoshu explained, "It breaks through qi, breaks through blood, and dispels evil."

It paused, its tone becoming meaningful:

"If it is driven into the spine from behind—only those with great supernatural powers can resist and break free."

Xilun's eyelids twitched.

Insert it into the spine from behind.

This thing is a deadly assassination weapon.

He immediately and carefully put the Soul-Suppressing Nail into his hidden pocket.

About the time it takes to drink a cup of tea has passed.

The weapon was finally fully formed.

After more than three hundred transformations and fading, the last wisp of spiritual pollen's light dissipated.

A golden spear slowly landed in Xilun's outstretched hands.

My first impression upon receiving it—

Calm and composed.

It's not heavy, but rather has a just-right sense of weight.

It was as if this spear was made specifically for his arm strength and physique.

The gun's body is gleaming gold, radiating a restrained yet luxurious luster under the light.

The spearhead was long and sharp, its edges so thin they were almost transparent, gleaming coldly in the dim light.

Xilun held the gun in one hand and casually swung it twice.

The sound of wind breaking was crisp and long, like a dragon's roar.

Efficient.

Sharp.

tough.

and--

He noticed an extremely important characteristic.

As he gripped the gun and swung it, the power within his body flowed into the gun on its own.

The smoothness of its circulation far surpassed that of any weapon he had ever used.

It was as if the spear was not an inanimate object, but an extension of his body.

Wherever the force was applied, the gun emitted an extremely faint hum, as if some dormant resonance had been awakened.

Xilun was very satisfied.

"You can try to explore its changing characteristics yourself," Baoshu's voice rang out again, tinged with weariness.

The depletion of three flower buds had clearly weakened it considerably.

"Alright. Now that you've had your chance, you may leave."

The branch slowly detached from Xilun's shoulder and drooped back to the ground.

"Come back to me when you've reached the perfect stage in training your skin, flesh, tendons, and bones."

Its final sound was as distant as a sigh.

"You will be granted another destiny."

Xilun solemnly clasped his hands in a respectful bow to Baoshu.

Thank you.

He turned around, picked up his brand-new golden spear, and walked down the mountain along the stream.

The last ray of crimson light on the half-withered precious tree behind them slowly faded away.

It fell into slumber once more.

……

On a flat rocky platform halfway up the mountain, Xilun began to carefully examine the newly acquired golden spear.

He first squeezed the gun barrel hard.

Not moving.

Use more force.

It remained completely still.

It is incredibly resilient.

Xilun used all his strength, gripping the gun tightly with his five fingers, his knuckles turning white, and his blood and qi flowing into his palms, attempting to leave even a faint fingerprint on the surface of the gun.

however--

There wasn't a trace.

Smooth as ever, gleaming gold like a mirror.

He tried repeatedly, even using the Great Thunder Breathing Technique to stimulate his energy for destructive testing, but remained unharmed.

The hardness of this spear far exceeds the scope of a second-tier extraordinary relic.

"Change characteristics..."

Xilun muttered to himself, recalling what Baoshu had said.

He tried to channel the power of the Great Ocean Whale Guiding Technique into the gun.

The Great Thunder Sound Breathing Technique was activated simultaneously, with thunderous sound intertwining with blood and qi, surging into the gleaming golden spear.

The next second—

The gun suddenly sank!

The heaviness came without warning, as if an invisible giant elephant had suddenly crouched down on the gun.

Xilun slammed down, the golden spear carrying his entire arm crashing into the granite boulder beneath his feet.

"boom!"

The boulder shattered.

Like Mount Tai pressing down, the hard granite was like tofu in front of the gun barrel, instantly collapsing into countless fragments that flew in all directions.

Xilun's eyes widened.

This weight—

It's at least ten times thicker and heavier than before!

He quickly cut off the air input, and the weight of the gun immediately returned to normal.

"It can get heavier?"

Xilun's breathing became rapid.

He continued to explore.

This time, he tried to guide the shape of the gun with his mind.

Thinking about the word "soft" in my mind—

next moment.

The hard, straight golden spear began to soften.

The gun barrel seemed to melt, transforming from a rigid straight rod into a flexible rope.

The golden rope coiled nimbly, like a tamed golden snake, and wrapped itself around Xilun's waist.

Xilun stared in disbelief at the golden "rope" around his waist.

He reached out and grabbed it—

"bite--"

The rope straightened instantly, reverting to the shape of a golden spear, its sharp tip gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

He relaxed again—

The gun softened again, wrapped around the waist, and became extremely thin and small, almost touching the clothes, so that it was completely invisible from the outside.

It can be big or small.

It can be both light and heavy.

It can be both firm and flexible.

Xilun gripped the spear and swept it horizontally.

The surging aura, carrying the brilliant golden light of the spear, cleanly severed three withered trees, each as thick as a person's embrace, in front of it.

The cut surface of the tree trunk is as smooth as a mirror.

This is absolutely a rare and invaluable artifact.

Xilun took a deep breath, suppressing his overwhelming joy.

Its grade is probably more than a second-tier extraordinary relic.

It might even be... third-order?

He dared not draw any conclusions, but at least for now, this golden spear was the most powerful weapon he had ever possessed.

none of them.

Xilun carefully controlled his mind, making the gun soften and thinner again, like a golden thread wrapped around his waist, disappearing under the hem of his black combat uniform.

Perfect concealment.

After putting away his weapons, Xilun took out the Soul-Suppressing Nail.

The golden nail body radiated a slight warmth in my palm, with iridescent light flowing slowly inside.

It breaks through qi, breaks through blood, and dispels evil.

It is driven into the spine from behind, and only those with great supernatural powers can escape.

This thing might be more deadly than the Golden Spear in a critical moment.

There's just no suitable target to test it on right now.

Xilun carefully placed the Soul-Suppressing Nail close to his body, stood up, and looked around.

The thick fog still lingered, and the mountain wind howled past.

The last day of Wonderland.

He has gotten everything he wanted.

Tranquil Snow Lotus, Earth Blood Bat Dragon Essence Blood, Great Thunder Breathing Technique, Perfect Blood Seal, Golden Spear, Soul-Suppressing Nail.

And then there's that dark purple glass bead—although it's already integrated into the spear, the transformative properties bestowed by the Spirit Transformation Gold undoubtedly multiply the value of this spear many times over.

Xilun raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a very faint smile.

Then the smile disappeared.

Xilun touched the golden spear at his waist again, feeling the intimate touch as if it were part of his body.

Then he started walking back the way he came.

The thick fog slowly closed in behind him, engulfing the half-withered sacred tree once again.

……

thump—

The deep sound of a bronze bell came from afar, piercing through the frozen clouds above the snowfield and reverberating through every inch of the permafrost.

The voice was ancient and distant, like a sigh rising from the depths of the earth.

Before the echoes of the bronze bell had faded, the vast, empty white expanse in the center of the snowfield began to change.

The air was torn apart like a piece of cloth.

A crack as thin as a hair appeared in the void, widening and brightening, emitting a faint blue light.

The crack widened and eventually formed a portal wide enough for three people to pass side by side.

Inside the doorway, snow was falling heavily and the wind was biting cold.

Outside the gate, there was a hazy sky and a square covered with a thin layer of snow.

The first figure emerged from the crack.

He was a young man wrapped in a heavy fur coat, his face pale and his lips purple from the cold. The moment he stepped out the door, he knelt heavily on the ground, panting heavily, as if struggling out of a suffocating abyss.

Then came the second, and the third.

Figures emerged one after another from the cracks; some moved swiftly, some staggered with support, and some, covered in blood, gritted their teeth and remained silent.

The stands surrounding the square were already packed with people.

Stewards, guards, and servants from various families densely occupied every corner.

Some people stood on tiptoe to look around, some held binoculars and stared intently at the gate, and some quickly jotted down the appearance and condition of the people coming out of their notebooks.

Further out, there were well-informed reporters and intelligence brokers huddled in the snow copying down lists, waiting to send the information to the various buyers as soon as possible.

The Snow Mountain Wonderland is open once a year.

There are always fewer people coming out than going in.

This is a well-known fact.

So the family representatives sitting in the stands were less there to welcome their own family members' triumphant return, and more there to confirm—

Was the deceased a member of our own family?

Beren stood on the stone platform in the center of the square, arms crossed, coldly watching the contestants walk out one by one.

This third-order aberrant individual's aura was like an invisible mountain, pressing down on all the young people who passed by him, making them afraid to look up.

He silently counted the number of people with a blank expression.

There were 133 people when they went in.

Seventy-seven have been identified so far.

Some people are just lagging behind, moving slower.

Some people, however, will never get out of it.

Brenand yawned nonchalantly.

He stayed there for seven days, so bored he was practically rotting away.

Lund sat on a bench in the corner of the square.

He was wearing a dark gray hooded coat with the brim pulled low, almost covering most of his face.

Several extinguished cigarette butts were scattered on the snow in front of me.

His gaze remained fixed on the crack.

I wasn't in a hurry, but I didn't move it either.

"Lund, you're out too."

An old but kind voice came from the side.

Lund turned his head and saw an elderly man with white hair and beard walking slowly towards him with a cane, followed by two guards in dark blue uniforms.

The old man had a smile on his face, and his wrinkles smoothed out with his smile, just like an old walnut warmed by the winter sun.

"Mr. LaRoche Colt."

Lund removed his hood, revealing a young yet composed face. He stubbed out the last cigarette between his fingers on the armrest of the chair and nodded slightly.

"have not seen you for a long time."