Journey to the West Creation Technique

The night was as dark as ink...

The men climbed up the trees to sleep, while the women came down and started their activities.

A unique walking marriage custom.

It's not even called a marriage...

Or it would be more accurate to call it a gig or a house-hopping performance.

The tribal women used snake blood to apply lipstick, braid their hair, sprinkle incense, and make clothes from transparent snake molts.

After carefully dressing up, she went to the tree where her beloved was, climbed the tree to meet him, and they happily married, secretly conceived a child, and the child came of age...

There is no father, only mother.

This is what a tribe is like!

Lu Chengjun left the tribe alone and traveled to a desolate place more than ten miles away.

A tabby cat darted out of its den from the bushes.

The kitten held a string of white bone and skull prayer beads in its mouth.

The thirty-eight skulls of varying sizes strung together are the only magical artifact that Lu Chengjun personally crafted.

Lu Chengjun reached out and took the prayer beads, gently shaking them. His inner magic flowed out, and the lifeless skull's pupils suddenly turned scarlet, instantly activating each of the small skulls.

Although he now cultivates the Dragon Horse Form and mainly practices metal-based magic, his former earth-based magic power has not dissipated.

The five elements are earth, which generates metal, which is supported by the earth. Metal is hidden in the earth, and they coexist and thrive together. At this moment, the two types of magical power coexist in his body. Not only is there no hindrance, but they complement each other.

He put the bone prayer beads into the pouch at his waist. This was the first magical artifact he had personally crafted, and he had put a lot of effort into it.

"Where's my machete?"

The kitten blinked, then spoke in a human voice: "Meow... why are you still keeping that broken knife?"

"It's made of black iron, after all, and used to forge flying swords," Lu Chengjun explained.

Helpless, the tabby cat searched around the den and soon found the machete.

This knife is pitiful; it wasn't even hidden by Amiya, but was carelessly discarded next to the nest.

Exposed to wind and rain, the blade was covered with another layer of mottled rust.

Lu Chengjun drew his long sword and sighed softly.

This knife has been with him for a long time, killing many people and beasts. How did he end up in this state...?

Go back and melt it down; it will surely be given a new life.

Hanging the machete at his waist, Lu Chengjun turned to the tabby cat: "Now that the Demon King is in seclusion and the White Snake Tribe is safe, you don't need to hide here anymore."

The tabby cat shook its head: "Meow, do you think I'll be surrounded by snakes every day outside? Where can I eat whatever I want? Just call me when you leave."

After saying that, the tabby cat went straight into its den.

Lu Chengjun carried two items and turned back to the White Snake Tribe.

Looking along the way, I saw many women secretly climbing up the men's treehouse.

A long queue had already formed under Li Ang's tree, with a group of beautiful tribal women waiting quietly.

No wonder he's a guy who's cultivated the Soaring Dragon Force...

Even under Zhou He's tree, young women were handing over their duties after finishing.

If both of them are like this, then what about me?

Thinking of this, Lu Chengjun's heart was filled with turmoil.

this……

For the sake of population growth...

We can only adapt to local customs and let things take their course.

If you don't have children and I don't have children, how can this world be vibrant?

Mating and mating are one's own responsibilities.

Passing by Master Cai Yiheng's tree, no one approached. It seemed that all the tribal leaders, big and small, had received the news and kept the women in check, not daring to let them come up to the roof and cause trouble.

Lu Chengjun nodded slightly: "We shouldn't bother Master with such a difficult task."

He arrived at the treehouse he had rented, but it was also completely empty, with not a soul in sight.

Lu Chengjun: "..."

He frowned slightly, then returned to the treehouse and meditated for the night.

The next day.

Lu Chengjun summoned Zhou He: "You must have been busy all night last night."

Zhou He chuckled upon hearing this: "The women of the tribe are too enthusiastic. Besides, I, Zhou He, am both intelligent and brave, and my good bloodline should be passed down as much as possible."

"Ahem... I meditated and cultivated all night last night," Lu Chengjun said with a light cough.

"Senior Brother Lu, you have the Great Dao in your heart, I admire you greatly." Zhou He said with a face full of respect.

"Well... I mean, some bad influences from outside can still get in."

"Ah... does that mean no woman came to climb into your room last night?" Zhou He asked, looking bewildered.

Lu Chengjun's expression was displeased: "Did you also speak to those commanders, big and small, and tell them not to come into my room?"

"No! Absolutely not." Zhou He waved his hands repeatedly.

"Then...why?"

"This..." Zhou He looked troubled. "Junior brother really doesn't know. Should I go and inquire about it?"

"Ahem... You must remember who I am."

"Don't worry, senior brother," Zhou He said confidently.

Half a day later...

Zhou He returned and said in a low voice, "Senior Brother Lu, I have already found out the reason."

"What's the reason?"

Zhou He took a deep breath: "Because your status is too noble. You are the High Priest, sacred and inviolable. Those women are ashamed of themselves. How dare they use their lowly bodies to touch your body? They cannot bear your golden juices and jade fluids. I'm afraid only the White Snake Demon King is qualified to crawl into your bed."

Lu Chengjun: "..."

Zhou He sighed, "These tribe women are too lowly. You don't need to worry about them, senior brother. Let me take care of them."

Upon hearing this, Lu Chengjun immediately sneered, "Hmph, don't be so smug, kid. In two days, the Southern Underworld Guard will send at least three hundred strong men. By then, these women will have already had their fill of you."

Zhou He: "..."

In just two days, Zhao Xiong led three hundred strong men, along with a group of array masters, geomancers, and skilled craftsmen, and entered the White Snake tribe in a grand procession.

A group of array masters, geomancers, and a few young men accompanied Zhao Xiong deep into the spirit stone mine.

Surveying, planning, construction, deployment...

With the remaining young and strong having nothing to do for the time being, under Cai Yiheng's guidance, they and a group of craftsmen used discarded rocks excavated from the spirit stone mine to build a simple weapon-refining room.

The furnace is made from locally sourced materials, using a large amount of fire and wood elemental spirit stones. Once the furnace is opened for refining weapons, it burns spirit stones, making it extremely extravagant.

"Hmph!" Cai Yiheng cast a spell, and a blazing spiritual fire burst forth from the spiritual fire array filled with a large number of wood and fire spirit stones.

It burned fiercely, extremely intensely.

Cai Yiheng observed the flames with a delighted expression: "Great! With the spirit stone mine, everything will be much easier."

"Where are your crafting materials?"

Lu Chengjun handed over the rusty machete.

Cai Yiheng took the thick, long sword and weighed it in his hand; it was indeed quite heavy.

A faint smile flashed across his eyes: "The Southern Netherworld Guardian has an abundant supply of Xuan Iron. If it were in the Central Continent, even forging flying swords wouldn't require this much Xuan Iron."

"...Although this sword is crudely forged, it has been through countless battles and possesses a fierce aura, so it is not bad."

Lu Chengjun stood quietly to the side, patiently waiting for his master to teach him the art of weapon crafting.

"...Only by using one's own magical power to ignite the furnace fire and borrowing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to temper ordinary iron, shedding its worldly rust, can it undergo a transformation..."

"You shall forge your own magical artifact."

"This... I've never practiced it before."

"Even the kitchen knives from the Southern Underworld Guard are made of black iron; there's plenty of material. Don't be timid."

Facing the scorching heat, Lu Chengjun slowly channeled his magical power, which intertwined with the flames...

"Guide your magical power into the furnace, and envelop the blade with your divine sense. Do not rush, do not be impatient." Cai Yiheng's voice was unhurried: "The heat is like water; too fast and it boils, too slow and it simmers. You must let the fire follow the flow of your magical power..."

Lu Chengjun closed his eyes and concentrated, his metal and earth elemental magic power slowly flowing through his body, entering the furnace through his palms...

The spirit fire array trembled violently, the flames suddenly surged, and the blade was engulfed in the flames...