Chen Zhiyu held the glazed golden light tower, and the more he looked at it, the more he thought it was a treasure, but why couldn't he discover its secret.
Chen Zhiyu thought for a moment, took out a talisman with a blue spiritual light on the surface, and poured some spiritual power into it. A stream of water rushed towards the object called the Glazed Golden Light Tower.
Only the sound of water was heard, and a moment later the glazed golden light tower appeared.
What disappoints Chen Zhiyu is that even though he spent a water purification talisman, the small tower was not much cleaner. It still looked the same, with only some light yellow on the surface.
Then Chen Zhiyu was cruel again, took out his True Yang Sword, and struck the small tower with a series of strikes.
"铿铿铿"
At first, Chen Zhiyu was afraid that the small tower would be damaged by the Zhenyang Sword, but later he found that there was nothing wrong with the tower.
He became fierce, picked up his sword and struck the small tower with all his strength.
Once, twice, three times...
There was another "clang clang" sound.
Fortunately, the room where Chen Zhiyu lives has a soundproof array, otherwise everyone in the entire store would have heard it.
Chen Zhiyu's mana was almost exhausted, but the small tower was still fine. On the contrary, a small crack appeared in Chen Zhiyu's True Yang Sword, which made Chen Zhiyu feel distressed!
The material of this True Yang Sword is good, and Chen Zhiyu started to cultivate it as his natal magic weapon when he was preparing to break through the later stage of Qi training.
After all, a monk's magical weapon is several times more powerful than an ordinary magical weapon, and if the material is of higher quality, it can be upgraded along with the owner.
However, it takes a lot of time to cultivate the natal magic weapon, and it also needs to be cultivated by one's own essence, blood and mana.
Generally, qi-training monks will choose to cultivate their natal magical weapons after breaking through the late stage of qi-training, because after breaking through the late stage of qi-training, most people can advance by relying on water grinding kung fu. It's just a matter of time. For them, at this time
The only bottleneck is foundation building.
However, it is not ruled out that some casual cultivators know that there is no hope of advancement, and in order to win the battle, they start cultivating their natal magical weapons as soon as they enter the path of Qi training.
Chen Zhiyu frowned even deeper when he looked at the small tower that was motionless and had not left any traces.
Forget it, put it aside for now!
Wait until tomorrow to ask the twelfth uncle who is guarding here!
Chen Zhiyu crossed his legs and began to meditate. He saw red and green spiritual energy pouring into his body. Chen Zhiyu's chest was also rising and falling. It was obvious that he was immersed in the practice at this time.
Another night of silence...
Early the next morning, Chen Zhiyu went to visit his twelfth uncle.
When he came yesterday, he heard that his twelfth uncle was refining elixirs in the Dihuo Chamber of Fang City. He should be back today, so Chen Zhiyu wanted to visit him.
This family store is the Chen family's largest store in Wukesongfang City, and is called Chonghua Building.
In front of this store is a three-story shop. The first floor is for ordinary monks, the second floor is for rich and powerful VIPs, and the third floor is not open to the public. It only occasionally hosts small auctions!
It's far worse than Qingyunfang City!
The backyard is a wing room for people to live in. There are six rooms in total, one is a Datongpu for the boys to rest, and the remaining five rooms are for the monks of the Chen family.
Among these five rooms, there is one room where the second elder often lives and rests, and the other two rooms are also occupied by members of the Chen family who have received tasks from the family and come here to complete the sales task.
As for the remaining two rooms, one is occupied by Chen Zhiyu and the other is empty.
Chen Zhiyu walked through the corridor, looking at the rising sun and the servants and Chen clan members who were already busy, and felt a little emotional.
But before he could continue to sigh, he had already arrived outside the room of his twelfth uncle Chen Yuming.
"The one outside is Zhiyu!"
"You can just come in!"
An old but somewhat heroic voice came into Chen Zhiyu's ears, and then the door to the room opened.
Chen Zhiyu's twelfth uncle was a free-spirited man, not very particular about details, but he was very obsessed with alchemy. He had asked Chen Zhiyu's grandfather Chen Yuqian many times for advice on alchemy experience, so he was also very friendly to Chen Zhiyu.
Chen Zhiyu walked into the room and saw an old man sitting cross-legged on the bed with white hair and beard, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his body exuded a smoky aura.
This person is none other than Chen Jiayu, the twelfth in his generation. He is over 100 years old and sits in Wukesongfang City with the fifth elder, the second elder Chen Yuming.
Chen Zhiyu looked at this kind-faced old man. Although he had a strong aura, his body was beginning to show signs of death. He probably didn't have much longevity left.
"My grandson Chen Zhiyu pays homage to his twelfth uncle!"
"No need to be polite, I didn't expect that fourth brother's grandson is so old!"
The old man said to Chen Zhiyu with a cheerful smile.
"What's the important thing for you to come here?"
"My grandson found a small pagoda in the north of Fangshi City and would like to ask my uncle to take a look at it!"
"Take it out!" Chen Yuming said.
Chen Zhiyu quickly took out the Glazed Golden Light Pagoda and handed it to his twelfth uncle Chen Yuming respectfully.
Chen Yuming held it and looked at it for a while, then shook his head and said:
"This small pagoda was originally a second-order mid-grade magic weapon, but now it is quite broken. I'm afraid it can only be regarded as a second-order low-grade magic weapon, and it can be worth one or two hundred low-grade spiritual stones."
"Other than that, there's nothing special about it!"
"Really?"
Chen Zhiyu asked reluctantly.
Chen Yuming looked at the younger generation in front of him and smiled in his heart. Thinking about how young this child was, he thought he would miss it so easily, so he shook his head and said casually:
"Your uncle, I really don't find anything strange about this thing."
"But this small tower is a magic weapon. You can try to refine it by dripping blood. You can still use it for a while now."
Only then did Chen Zhiyu remember that he was such a fool. He only thought that this thing was a treasure, and he forgot that it was a magic weapon!
All magic weapons can be refined!
Chen Zhiyu has scolded himself many times in his heart.
It turns out that after Chen Zhiyu got this small tower, he felt that it was a treasure and not an ordinary second-level magic weapon, so he focused on finding the special features of this small tower, to the point where he automatically ignored that it was a magic weapon that could be refined with blood. .
Chen Yuming saw Chen Zhiyu's troubled expression and spoke again:
"Zhiyu, your spiritual root talent is quite good in the Chen family. You have great hope in building the foundation. Don't always think about taking shortcuts. You must know that since ancient times, all high-level monks have not gone through a lot of hardships and achieved success through their own efforts." .”
"Don't let the small lose the big and think about finding treasures all day long to get lucky. You have to know that you have to fight for opportunities by yourself, not wait for them to fall from the sky."
However, Chen Zhiyu was mercilessly scolded by his twelfth uncle, which actually made Chen Zhiyu look embarrassed.
When Chen Yuming saw Chen Zhiyu in front of him, he waved his hand and asked Chen Zhiyu to leave.
"Then say goodbye, grandson!"
After Chen Zhiyu finished speaking, he went to his room.