Who gave you permission to refine demons like this?

After leaving Jinshitang, Lin Sheng finally asked the question he had wanted to ask earlier.

"Senior brother, what are the insights of renowned masters?"

Cao Xingyi explained, "The so-called insights of masters are actually cultivators applying their relevant experience and skills to their weapons."

"Many monks choose this method when they know their time is running out, as a way to leave a legacy for future generations."

"The cultivators who can make this choice usually have a far greater understanding of the weapon they are good at than others."

"The insights gained from weapons vary in degree, with some even learning the skills of the weapon's former owner."

But no matter how much, it can at least help cultivators quickly get started or improve their use of weapons.

"It's actually a very good product."

"Moreover, Mr. Tang will not give you a weapon with limited inherent insights."

Lin Sheng understood and thought that he would go to Tang Wenlong's place to pick one out after he finished shopping.

"Let's go. There's no rush with the Vajra of Liuli Mountain. Let's get the equipment you need ready first. Sharpening your axe won't delay your work."

Subsequently, Cao Xingyi further demonstrated his financial prowess to Lin Sheng.

Although it wasn't his own money, it still left Lin Sheng speechless, marveling at how much wealth his master had accumulated in his early years.

The shoes, arm armor, and shoulder armor were all made of high-quality materials, and there were two sets of each.

In addition, they also gave Lin Sheng something he had always wanted: a storage ring.

After putting the ring on his finger, Lin Sheng put the storage bag and all the things he had bought inside.

"It's so convenient and exquisite!"

Looking at the small, intricately carved ring, Lin Sheng kept praising it.

This ring is not only beautiful, but it can also hold more things than the previous storage bag.

"That's natural. This is a storage ring from Fangcun Mountain. They are a very famous sect in the field of space management."

"This is not comparable to the cheap stuff you got from others before."

Lin Sheng knew that Cao Xingyi was referring to the ring he had previously obtained from Bai Ming.

He admitted this point, as he could easily break the restrictions on the ring on Bai Ming's hand, so how could it compare to the one on his hand?

"Thank you so much, Master and Senior Brother, for receiving so many things today. I never expected to receive so many gifts."

Cao Xing smiled and said, "You've just entered the Pure Blood Realm, so you need a good set of equipment. Besides, there aren't many disciples in our Flowing Cloud Pavilion, so we naturally need to help each other and train each other well."

"Once your clothes are finished, we will be heading to Wuzhi Mountain. Junior brother, you can prepare well in the next few days."

"Okay, senior brother!"

"Alright, that's enough for today. Go find Mr. Tang. Didn't he just tell you to come to him for payment after you're done?"

"Then please excuse me, senior brother, as I shall take my leave now."

Feeling very satisfied with his findings, Lin Sheng headed towards Tang Wenlong's residence.

Upon arriving at the familiar courtyard, the same clanging and knocking sounds were heard, and the same burly man opened the door.

Then Lin Sheng was taken to the courtyard he had visited twice before and met Tang Wenlong.

The other party is examining the newly crafted weapon.

"Mr. Tang, I've arrived."

Tang Wenlong crushed the iron whip in his hand and handed the fragments to the disciple who had come in with Lin Sheng.

It goes without saying that it must be substandard and needs to be redone.

"You're here. Come on, this way."

Without further ado, Tang Wenlong led Lin Sheng to a small hut.

Unlike the previous room where weapons or materials were displayed, this room contained various broken weapons and fragments carefully placed in brocade boxes on rows of shelves.

Although these weapons are damaged, their surfaces are smooth and clean, indicating that they are regularly maintained.

Tang Wenlong said, "Some of these weapons were made by me, some were given to me by others, and some were collected by me. In short, they all have different origins."

"But no matter which type, these weapons have their own glory, and their owners are willing to leave their life's insights to future generations without reservation."

"Therefore, we must treat them with sincerity and genuine care."

"They simply can no longer fight, not that they don't want to fight anymore."

Lin Sheng nodded seriously, looking at the densely packed shelves in the spacious room. He thought about how each brocade box recorded the demeanor of a cultivator, and couldn't help but feel the weight of this inheritance.

"If you are looking for a knife, just walk down this row. All the brocade boxes in this row are for storing swords."

"If you are interested in anything else, you are free to look around. You can use your divine sense to scan the brocade box to get a general idea of ​​these weapons, but you cannot open it."

"You can only choose one; once you've chosen, the result will appear."

After Tang Wenlong left, Lin Sheng was left alone in the room.

Remembering Tang Wenlong's words, Lin Sheng went to examine the swords and knives inside the brocade box in the direction he had just been pointed out.

The swords in these brocade boxes are of different shapes; some only have broken blades, some only have hilts, and some only have scabbards.

Lin Sheng picked up a brocade box and, through the transparent crystal on its surface, saw that it contained a large blade.

He activated his divine sense and gently perceived the surroundings, which immediately changed.

He found himself no longer in Tang Wenlong's room, but on a cliff overlooking the sea, with a faint smell of the sea in the air.

Looking ahead, a broad-shouldered man carrying a large knife stood on a towering cliff by the sea, laughing as he faced the oncoming giant waves.

The man laughed heartily and drew his knife in the blink of an eye. Lin Sheng felt as if the blade was a needle piercing his eyes.

Then, with a flash of light, the sea was cleaved in two, and a majestic wave gradually crashed down, falling in front of the man like a light drizzle.

Lin Sheng's mind went blank for a moment. He looked around and realized that what he had just experienced was just a fantasy, and that he had never left.

"What an amazing illusion! Is this what you mean by 'gaining many insights' as my senior brother mentioned?"

"If I absorb this, I might actually be able to master that wave-splitting strike!"

Lin Sheng's eyes burned with desire. Such a treasure, no wonder it could be called an inheritance.

However, he put the brocade box back instead of choosing it, wanting to carefully consider what he actually needed.

Now that this place contains so much of the wisdom and knowledge of masters, I can take this opportunity to master a new weapon.

Although it's true that you can't bite off more than you can chew, it's not illegal to look around, and if you can't find a suitable knife, you can always choose another one.

So Lin Sheng left the shelf where the swords were kept and went to the shelf where the other brocade boxes were kept.

He looked at them one by one, and at first he could still recognize the original appearance of some of the remaining soldiers.

For example, hammers, whips, spears, etc.

But the further I read, the stranger it seemed.

"Strange, why are there shoes too?"

"And what's with the ribbon?"

Lin Sheng suppressed his negative thoughts, after all, the weapons here were all inherited from his predecessors, and he couldn't let his mind wander.

Along the way, Lin Sheng picked up a few items he liked to examine, but without exception, none of them matched his expectations through the illusion.

"Do we really have to choose a knife?"

He felt it was a bit of a pity, since his swordsmanship was being continuously trained by his master, Su Ren.

He believed that his own master's experience with knives was no less than the skills passed down here, and that he was being taught by a living person.

Lin Sheng had almost looked through all the shelves here but still hadn't found anything suitable.

Just as he sighed, his eyes caught sight of a fragment in a brocade box.

He took it down to examine it and saw that it was a broken dart with a red tassel and a small wooden tag wrapped around the ring at the end.

The wooden sign was engraved with three characters: Willow Leaf Dart.