Luo Zheng doesn't care about being demoted as a domestic slave; he doesn't care about becoming a target for the Luo family's disciples to practice boxing; even if the Heaven and Earth Creation Pill that should belong to him is taken away by Luo Peiran, he still doesn't care.
But his sister Luo Yan is his biggest weakness!
Luo Yan is the only hope of the Luo family. It is also because of Luo Yan's extremely high talent that she was recruited as an inner disciple by the Qingyun Sect at the age of thirteen and left the Luo family. Only then did she survive the turmoil in the family.
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In the past two years, Luo Zheng was unable to get any news about his sister because of his status as a domestic slave. Now that he heard from Luo Peiran, his sister's situation seemed to be very bad, and he suddenly fell into endless worry.
Even when the children of the Luo family were beaten, he forgot to dodge, and took several solid punches before he could react...
At night, with pain all over his body, Luo Zheng returned to the cellar.
"This is your medicine!" The manager of the Luo family threw down a paper bag and walked out.
After all, meat targets are not made of steel. If there is no medicine to heal their injuries, they will die from internal injuries in a few days. Therefore, the Luo family will distribute healing medicine to these meat targets every day.
However, these wound medicines are ordinary medicines and their healing effects are not very good.
Luo Zheng opened the paper package and saw that there was only one pill inside. His face sank and he said angrily: "Guanshi Fang! Why is there only one pill today?"
"If you eat some of it, it will be very fragrant. What's wrong? Isn't that too little?" Manager Fang said in a neutral tone.
"The Luo family distributes three healing pills every day, but now there is only one. You are obviously greedy. In Luo Mansion, it is a serious crime to be greedy privately. Fang is in charge, aren't you afraid of death?" Luo Zheng shouted sternly,
His eyes were fixed on Manager Fang.
"Hey, of course I'm afraid, but I'm not afraid of you, a little slave. What's wrong? You want to rebel? I just can't get used to your attitude. I always think that I'm still a master. Damn! Why don't you look in the mirror?
What you look like! Hahaha!" Manager Fang's every word sounded harsh.
After hearing this, Luo Zheng calmed down. His clear eyes looked at Manager Fang lightly, but there was a deep murderous intention lurking in his eyes, as if looking at a dead object.
When Manager Fang saw Luo Zheng's expression, he felt a little scared. He stepped forward and tapped Luo Zheng's chest with his hand, "Not convinced? Do you want to eat people when you look at me like this?"
Luo Zheng's chest suddenly exerted force, and with a jolt, the force was transmitted to Manager Fang, who immediately staggered and fell to the ground.
"You...you are just a domestic slave, want to rebel?" Manager Fang got up from the ground, with a panic look on his face.
Luo Zheng took two steps forward, made a bone-exploding sound with his fingers, and said sternly: "A steward with a foreign surname dares to be so arrogant. Do you really think I dare not touch you?"
Upon seeing this, Manager Fang didn't want to stay here any longer, so he fled outside and slammed the iron door of the cellar shut.
"The behavior of a villain!" Luo Zheng sneered and shook his head, too lazy to argue with such a person.
He sat down quietly, took out the torch and lit the oil lamp, and flipped through a few pages of the book. He was worried about his sister Luo Yan. How could he read a book if he was so restless?
I can no longer stay in the Luo family! But my current strength is only at the meat refining level. Let alone going to Qingyun Sect, even the cellar of the Luo family cannot leave even half a step.
Luo Zheng walked quickly in the small cellar, his chest heaving up and down, like a trapped animal that couldn't find an exit.
Strength, my strength is still too weak, otherwise, how could the small Luo family trap myself?
But in this world, cultivation is done step by step, one step at a time. Now, as a domestic slave, I have to be a target and beaten every day. I have no time to practice. If I continue like this, I will be beaten to death sooner or later.
The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became. He cast his gaze on the table, where the worn-out "Tiandao Wenxian" lay quietly there.
"This kind of broken book has a lot of great principles, but it is of no use to me. What's the use of reading it?" Luo Zheng picked up the book bitterly, tore it open from the middle, put it on the oil lamp and ignited it.
Burned to the ground.
The flame as big as a pea pod instantly ignited the book, bursting into flames.
Looking at the books that were gradually being burned, Luo Zheng felt a trace of regret in his heart and complained, Luo Zheng, Luo Zheng, why bother venting your anger on a book? This book teaches people to be kind and to know their shame. What's wrong?
You are of low strength and can only be manipulated by others, like a lamb to be slaughtered!
Unfortunately, the fire was so fierce that the books had turned into a pile of ashes.
While he was feeling annoyed, Luo Zheng suddenly saw a ray of golden light among the ashes.
"Huh? What is this?"
Luo Zheng pushed aside the ashes and picked out the ray of golden light, only to find a thin gold foil.
When I looked through this book before, I didn't find this gold foil. It must have been hidden in the middle of the book.
What's the use of a mere piece of gold foil?
The most indispensable thing in this world is gold, especially for a big family like the Luo family, gold is as cheap as dirt!
But when Luo Zheng's eyes focused on the gold foil, the vision suddenly rose!
On the gold foil, the seals were engraved with densely packed characters. These characters were shaped like tadpoles, and Luo Zheng didn't recognize any of them.
Under his glance, this piece of gold foil quickly disintegrated into thousands of small gold foils. Each small gold foil contained a tadpole text, and these small gold foils were pasted towards Luo Zheng.
Face, eyes, neck, arms, body, legs...
Every part of Luo Zheng's body is covered with this small gold foil.
The last piece of small gold foil shot directly into Luo Zheng's brain. Luo Zheng's whole body was shaking violently as if he was hit by a big hammer. At the same time, the small gold foil on his body shone brightly.
When the golden light gradually faded, these thousands of small gold foils quietly disappeared into Luo Zheng's body. And there were some more memories in his mind out of thin air, some memories that did not belong to him.
"The supreme weapon refining method..."
"The first weapon refining method of all time..."
"Using my flesh as a tool and my own body as a spirit, I have to refine and cleanse my body to become a grand dream..."
Is this an article on weapon refining techniques?
Although Luo Zheng does not know how to refine weapons, he also knows that weapon refiners are a hot profession. With the Luo family's strong financial resources, they cannot recruit even the lowest level weapon refiners. This shows how popular weapon refiners are.
But what does it mean to use the body as a weapon?
Could it be that...this weapon refining method is to refine oneself into a magic weapon?
This incredible speculation soon became a reality.
He suddenly found that his body began to heat up continuously, just like a cold and a fever, and the temperature rose sharply.
It's so hot! If this continues, the whole person will be cooked.
In desperation, he rushed to a water tank at the end of the cellar. This water tank was used by Luo Zheng to fetch water.
Without thinking, he jumped into the water tank.
"Zi..."
Steam billowed out of the water tank. After a while, the water in the entire water tank was evaporated by his body temperature, and the entire cellar was filled with mist.
So much water did not lower Luo Zheng's body temperature. Instead, it got higher and higher. His skin emitted a dark red light, like a piece of red-hot iron.
In the end, he turned around twice and fell down in the mist-filled cellar.
In Luo Zheng's mind, incredible changes are taking place.
In his mind, a huge furnace suddenly appeared. The furnace was completely black and blue, and nine dragon-shaped reliefs were painted on the wall of the furnace.
Each dragon-shaped relief has a different color, including cyan, black, white, purple... These dragon carvings are lifelike with their teeth and claws dancing.
The eyes of eight of the dragons are closed, and only the eyes of the lowermost green dragon are open, staring at Luo Zheng.
The green dragon's gaze seemed to have settled for millions of years, billions of years, and it looked at Luo Zheng lightly, making him feel great power.
Cluck cluck cluck...
Luo Zheng's soul was constantly trembling under Long Mu's gaze, and cracks soon appeared in the soul body, showing signs of collapse.
Just when Luo Zheng's soul was about to collapse, a dragon roar came out from Qinglong's mouth, and then the giant furnace continued to rotate, and the furnace also ignited strange flames.
That's a black flame!
In this world, there is a flame of this color, which seems to be able to burn everything in the world!
Luo Zheng didn't have time to marvel, the giant furnace slammed down on his head, and the blazing black flames immediately enveloped his soul.
The pain of the soul being burned is definitely something that most people can endure, but Luo Zheng is in a state of soul now and cannot even faint, so he can only grit his teeth and bear the pain.
"Ahhhhh, let me die!"
At this moment, Luo Zheng just wanted to die to relieve this pain.
But for him, even death is a luxury wish. He is a soul and cannot bite his tongue to commit suicide.
Whenever his soul can no longer hold on and is about to be broken and annihilated.
A colorful ray of light suddenly emitted from this furnace, and Luo Zheng's soul was immediately repaired.
Just like this, burning, breaking, repairing, burning again, breaking again, repairing again...
Over and over again, endlessly.
I don't know how long this life-and-death pain lasted, but it finally stopped.
"I finally got over it," Luo Zheng let out a long breath. Thinking of the pain just now, he was still frightened, and at the same time, he found that his soul was actually exuding a faint golden light.
After a long time, he broke away from his mind and faintly woke up.
In my mind, the huge furnace had stopped rotating, but the black flames in the furnace had not been extinguished. It was just that the fire had shrunk and it didn't look so scary anymore.
Luo Zheng already understood that his soul and body should have been tempered by the furnace just now.
The world is vast and full of wonders. Some weapon refiners use all kinds of weird methods to refine weapons. Some weapon refiners do not hesitate to kill people and collect human blood for quenching in order to refine magic weapons. There are even worse cases.
, sealing the human soul into the weapon, turning it into an evil weapon.
But this weapon refining technique actually involves refining oneself into a magic weapon. This method is unheard of and really crazy...
Blessings come with misfortunes, misfortunes come with blessings. After calming down, Luo Zheng also wanted to understand that if this kind of thing happened to him, it might not be a bad thing!
The magic weapons in this world are divided into five stages, including mysterious weapons, spiritual weapons, fairy weapons, sacred weapons, divine weapons, and Hongmeng spiritual treasures. Each stage is also divided into upper, middle and lower grades.
And Luo Zheng's body has just been refined into a magic weapon, which is only the lowest-level mysterious weapon.
It is indeed a very strange thing to describe oneself with the level of treasure. Luo Zheng had a wry smile on his face.
Looking out from the only vent in the cellar, the sky was already dim and bright. Unknowingly, I had been working hard all night.
Strange to say, after being up all night, he didn't feel tired at all. Instead, he was in high spirits and in great spirits.
And at this moment, his mood has calmed down, and there is no such anxiety as last night. The truth in the book is good, one drink and one peck, it is a predetermined decision. Only by stabilizing the mind can one be calm and deal with it.
After he carefully cleaned up the ashes of the burning books and moved the water tank back to its original position, at this time, there was another sound of unlocking at the cellar door, and it was time to be beaten again...