Reborn in the Great Yan Dynasty: I Cultivated to Become a Martial Saint Through Telekinesis

Chapter 111 Divine Weapon Crimson Flame

The weapons used by martial artists at the Visceral Realm are called treasured weapons, while the weapons used by martial saints are called divine weapons.

Weapons at this level are no ordinary objects; precious weapons are utterly insignificant in comparison.

The strength of a Martial Saint surpasses that of a Visceral Realm cultivator by more than ten or a hundred times. They are a powerful force capable of suppressing an entire nation. Precious weapons simply cannot meet their combat needs, which is why divine weapons were created.

Each divine weapon requires not only rare minerals and wood, but also extremely high standards for the person who forges it. They must be a martial arts master at the level of a martial saint, and find a special flame that can forge the raw materials of the divine weapon in order to forge it.

Moreover, these divine weapons, besides being incomparably sharp, also possess unique powers due to the characteristics of their materials, such as controlling fire, splitting water, freezing, and earth-遁 (earth-遁 is a term used in Chinese to describe a magical ability or technique).

The longsword before us, with flames emanating from it, must be a divine weapon.

Mo Zheng's heart pounded. He hadn't expected the sect leader to be so generous.

It should be noted that even for a Martial Saint, obtaining a divine weapon requires a great deal of effort. In fact, a newly ascended Martial Saint, if not lucky, may find it difficult to possess a divine weapon of his own for hundreds of years.

Both the materials and the foundries, as well as the flames capable of melting the materials, are extremely difficult to find.

All three noticed that Mo Zheng seemed a bit off. The disheveled old man asked, "How is it, little guy? What treasure is inside?"

"Senior Brother Yang!"

Xiao Ling frowned and shouted.

"Haha, it's my fault, it's my fault. People get a bit more curious as they get older," the old man surnamed Yang said with a self-deprecating smile, shaking his head.

Mo Zheng was somewhat wary, but he didn't say it out loud. He just smiled and said, "You are all my senior uncles and grand-uncles. It would have been fine to say it, but since the sect leader has given instructions, I can't disobey. I'll trouble you all to make this trip."

After saying this, he bowed to the three of them and expressed his gratitude once again.

Xiao Ling laughed. She was really afraid that this little guy would impulsively reveal the benefits the sect leader had given him. It seems he's not a fool after all.

"No need for formalities, I'm just following orders." Xiao Ling said casually, "Now that the goods have been delivered, senior brothers, I won't keep you any longer. I still need to take this little guy back to the Qiankun Palace. He has to participate in the Haotian Secret Realm assessment tomorrow."

The old man and the middle-aged man exchanged a glance and said nothing more. With Xiao Ling there, even if they were curious, they couldn't force Mo Zheng to speak, so they could only turn around and leave helplessly.

Seeing that the two had gone far away, Xiao Ling then set off to lead Mo Zheng back to the Qiankun Palace.

"You little rascal, you've grown up so fast! In the blink of an eye, you've mastered the martial arts realm. I used to think you were going down the wrong path and wasting your time, and I felt sorry for you for a while."

Xiao Ling shook her head with a wry smile.

With her martial arts skills, she rarely made a mistake. However, this little guy in front of her, despite his young age, was extremely patient. Even though his swordsmanship was improving by leaps and bounds, he stubbornly refused to attempt to climb the Tower of Ascension.

Mo Zheng also laughed. During those three years, he had heard some rumors, saying that he had lost his talent, that he was just a flash in the pan, and so on.

In reality, he was so engrossed in his rapid progress in swordsmanship that he couldn't be bothered to pay any attention to these people.

"You have great courage, daring to draw your sword against the sect leader in person."

"I had no choice. After all, the sect leader wanted my life, so I thought I might as well fight to the death," Mo Zheng replied.

No one knew that the sect leader was actually putting on an act. Wei Liujiang thought that he had persuaded the sect leader to punish Mo Zheng.

"I can tell that the sect leader likes you very much, which is why he bestowed this treasure upon you."

Xiao Ling looked at Mo Zheng with admiration and said, "Those who comprehended sword intent before the age of eighteen, in the entire Great Yan Dynasty over the past thousand years, are no more than two in number, and those who did not die all became Martial Saints."

"You have the talent of a Martial Saint and such courage. Your future achievements will surely surpass those of your teacher and me. I hope that one day you can shoulder the heavy responsibility of our Hun Tian Sect."

Mo Zheng replied, "Yes, this disciple will certainly do his best."

Back in the Qiankun Hall, after explaining to Headmaster Feng that he had gone to collect the sect leader's reward, Mo Zheng sat down and eagerly took out the letter.

Although he really wanted to try out the power of the longsword, which seemed to be a divine weapon, bestowed upon him by the sect leader, the hall was crowded and noisy, so it was not a suitable place.

The letter read: "The sword is named Crimson Flame, a divine weapon forged by the third-generation patriarch after he broke through to the Martial Saint realm. It has a blade of Heavenly Fire Crimson Gold and a hilt of Fire-Gilded Gold Ore. The sword is three feet and one inch long, weighs seventy-two pounds, is incomparably hard, and its sharpness is unstoppable. Heavenly Fire lingers on its surface, which can be activated by internal energy. It can slay evil and suppress demons, burning nothing but fire. Even the body of a beast king cannot withstand a single strike. I now give it to you for cultivation. I hope you will cherish it and not tarnish the Crimson Flame's illustrious name."

The signature reads "Yuan Tiansi".

It truly is a divine weapon that only a martial saint could wield!

Mo Zheng was overjoyed. The power of the divine weapon lay in its sharpness, hardness, and unparalleled ferocity, as well as the various divine powers it possessed.

This Crimson Flame Divine Sword is clearly a fire-attribute divine weapon. The flames on it are so powerful that they can even burn through the body of a beast king that is comparable to a Martial Saint. One can imagine how terrifying these flames are.

I'm afraid that even a master of the Internal Organs Realm would have to give way to this Heavenly Fire.

This is the advantage of being a major sect. A newly advanced Martial Saint would have to spend a long time and a great deal of energy to forge a divine weapon, but he has already obtained one before even breaking through to the Visceral Realm.

The difference in treatment between the two is considerable.

A sentence popped into Mo Zheng's mind: What makes you think that your ten years of hard study are worth more than three generations of my family's business?

The patriarch has already made me suffer all the hardships I was supposed to endure?

The fire-attribute divine weapon is perfect for him to cultivate the Wind and Fire Qi Sword. The only pity is that he hasn't even mastered the blazing sword intent of the Wind and Fire Qi Sword yet, so even if he picks up this sword, he won't be able to unleash much power.

Perhaps this is the sect leader's deeper meaning, to encourage me to cultivate diligently?

Mo Zheng imagined that when he fully comprehended the Blazing Fire Sword Intent in the future, he would be able to hear the sound with one hand and wield the blazing flames with the other, with wind and fire attacking each other and complementing each other. What kind of power would that be? How many people in the Visceral Realm could surpass him with this dual swords?

However, Mo Zheng soon encountered another problem.

His original plan was that after the Haotian Secret Realm incident, he would lead his sister-in-law and Qiu'er to Daqian to find his elder brother and Xiaotian, and would not return to Dayan.

But the headmaster and teachers have given him treasures one after another, and the sect leader has even bestowed a divine weapon upon him. How could he possibly leave after receiving such kindness?

Thinking of this, Mo Zheng couldn't help but struggle internally, torn between family ties and the deep gratitude owed to his master.

In an instant, the joy of obtaining the divine weapon vanished, and Mo Zheng only felt a terrible headache.

After agonizing over this for half the night, Mo Zheng couldn't come up with a solution that would satisfy both sides, so he simply put it out of his mind and decided to wait until he came out of the Haotian Secret Realm before thinking about it again. After all, it would still take him some time to break through to the Visceral Realm.

A night passes in the blink of an eye.

As dawn broke and the rooster crowed, a figure entered the hall and shouted, "All disciples, rise immediately and follow me to the Haotian Secret Realm!"

Immediately, everyone stood up, and 150 disciples from the Three States Martial Arts Hall and aristocratic families walked towards the outer room under the guidance of their masters.

They were heading downhill when they found themselves heading towards the bottom of the mountain. Although the disciples were puzzled as to why the Haotian Secret Realm wasn't on the mountain, they didn't ask any questions since their masters were all very calm.

After crossing two mountain peaks, the sun was already high in the sky, and the group arrived at a valley.

The valley was empty, with only bare ground and not a blade of grass growing in it.

Two figures stood there quietly.

One figure, dressed in a plain white robe and wearing a jade crown, was the sect leader. The other person was an old man in a black robe, carrying a large sword on his back. His eyebrows and beard were white, and his skin was like that of an infant. His face was cold and stern, and his whole person was like an iceberg, exuding endless coldness. Just looking at him, many disciples felt their bodies were covered in ice, and their bodies trembled slightly uncontrollably.

The sect leader and the old man in black robes stood there, doing nothing, but all the disciples already felt an immense pressure. That invisible aura made everyone feel a sense of submission.

"teacher!"

Wang He called out from the crowd and excitedly ran to the old man in black robes, bowing respectfully.

"Little Lotus".

A faint smile appeared on the old man's cold face. He nodded slightly, patted the other person's forehead, and said, "You look a bit more mature than you did a few years ago."

"Teacher, how are you doing?" Wang He asked with concern.

As her disciple, she naturally knew her teacher's lifespan and that his time was not far off.

However, even among super strong individuals at the level of Martial Saint, although the lifespan is said to be five hundred years, some live to nearly six hundred years old, while others die peacefully at the age of four hundred and sixty or seventy.

Of course, these are natural deaths, but many also perish prematurely.

Secret realms, beast kings, and martial saints of the same level—while there aren't many things in this world capable of killing a martial saint, there are still some.

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine. Stand aside for now, and I'll tell you the details after they enter the Haotian Secret Realm," said the old man in black robes.

Wang He responded with a "yes" and obediently stood to one side.

The sect leader then smiled and said, "Senior Brother Han Jian, you should preside over this. You yourself obtained your opportunity from this Haotian Secret Realm."

"That's all in the past now—"

A hint of nostalgia flashed in the eyes of the Cold Sword Martial Saint. It had been too long; more than four hundred and seventy years had passed since he entered this secret realm.

His gaze swept across the crowd, and not a single person dared to meet his eyes.

"You are all the future of my Hun Tian Sect. What I am about to say concerns your lives, so listen carefully. I will only say it once."

Although the Cold Sword Martial Saint did not exert any force, his voice clearly reached everyone's ears, as if he were right beside them.

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines and listened intently.

"The Haotian Secret Realm is unlike any other secret realm you have experienced before. It was created by an unparalleled being to test disciples. Once you enter, you will encounter three trials. Passing the first trial will grant you the opportunity to reach the Visceral Realm, passing the second trial will grant you the opportunity to reach the Martial Saint level, and as for the third trial, no one has ever passed it, so I don't know what the reward will be."

Judging from the first two levels, the reward for the third level is definitely better than the first two.

However, it is clear that each level will be more difficult than the last.

"In this first stage, twelve warriors will appear, depending on your strength. There are three ways to pass: one is to kill them all; another is to directly break through their obstacles and reach the end of this stage; as for the last method, that depends on your luck."

"Among these twelve warriors, there is one who is extremely special. If you find him and kill him, all the warriors will die. So, even if you are no match for them, don't be discouraged."

The disciples were somewhat surprised. The first two methods were fine, as they relied on strength, but this last one seemed to test luck more.

Ignoring their reactions, Han Jian Wu Sheng continued, "After passing the first test, most of you can choose to withdraw, because in the second test, martial artists who haven't cultivated their external skills to the peak of the Unity Realm will be sent to their deaths. At that time, three martial artists will appear who have reached the peak of the Unity Realm in external skills and the perfect level of the Tendon and Bone Realm in internal skills. They will be as strong as steel, cooperate perfectly, and revive after each kill. However, with each revival, they will be weakened."

"Once you've killed them to the point where they can't be resurrected, you'll naturally pass this stage. As for the third stage—"

The Martial Saint of Cold Sword paused, his gaze sweeping over the disciples. He paused briefly in front of Mo Zheng before continuing, "The third trial is the Heavenly Ladder, which has twelve levels. Once you reach the top, you will receive a reward."

"However, no one knows what the reward is, because no one has ever reached the top. On the contrary, below the ladder is a sea of ​​lava. Once you fall in, even if you are made of steel, you will be burned to ashes in a moment."

"Now, open the secret realm!"

Several disciples of the Hun Tian Sect stepped forward and took out three tokens. As the tokens were put together, a beam of seven-colored light suddenly shot out and landed in the void.

Visible to the naked eye, a portal shrouded in seven-colored light appeared in the very center of the valley. At first, the portal was extremely illusory, but in the blink of an eye, it gradually solidified.

"Let me remind you of something."

The sect leader suddenly spoke up: "Although this Haotian Secret Realm offers immense opportunities that can transform a person, it also carries great dangers. Every time, many disciples have perished inside. If any of you are afraid, it's not too late to speak up now and withdraw. If you wait until you enter, it will be too late to be afraid."

Everyone remained silent.

They were aware of the danger long ago. If they wanted to withdraw, they wouldn't have waited until now; they would have skipped the qualification assessment.

For martial artists who aspire to become stronger, who doesn't face danger?

"Very good." Seeing that no one responded, the sect leader nodded and said, "Then let's go in."