Crafting an Immortal Race with Daily Hexagrams

When Zhang Qingjing was young, he had the fortune to witness an ancestor from the Sect perform the Wisdom Sword Soul Slash technique and was very familiar with the aura.

At this moment, he felt an aura similar to the Wisdom Sword on Shen Wen’an.

However, as it was their first meeting, he couldn’t directly ask such a personal question. He suppressed his inner excitement and surprise, smiled faintly, and extended his hand: "Please, both of you, come inside."

Shen Wen’an didn’t notice Zhang Qingjing’s thoughts and followed Huang Lingshan into the depths of Celestial Monarch Mountain.

Under Zhang Qingjing’s guidance, the two quickly arrived at a tasteful residence on the peak of the mountain.

After respectfully greeting them, two young children at the door served spirit tea and a spirit fruit plate.

"Fellow Daoist Lingshan, Young Friend Wen’an, please enjoy."

Zhang Qingjing spoke kindly.

The two accepted the tea, took a light sip, and Huang Lingshan immediately spoke: "We have come uninvited, seeking Fellow Daoist Zhang’s help with something."

Huang Lingshan was always straightforward, never liking to beat around the bush.

Zhang Qingjing was thrilled at the news.

Since they had come seeking help, it meant he could inquire about Shen Wen’an’s cultivation of the Wisdom Sword depending on the situation later.

"Fellow Daoist Lingshan, feel free to speak."

He had already decided that as long as what Huang Lingshan asked wasn’t too excessive, he could agree on behalf of Celestial Monarch Mountain.

If he could thus complete the Soul-Slaying Sword secret skill, it would be a great fortune for Celestial Monarch Mountain.

Huang Lingshan gave him a suspicious look.

Among the Upper Three Sects, the Cyan Ruo Sword House and Celestial Monarch Mountain indeed had a better relationship than with the Yinhe Sect.

But such relationships were only enough to sit down and have tea together.

This could be seen from Zhang Qingjing’s words when they met.

Yet now, she found Zhang Qingjing’s attitude strangely pleasant.

After some thought, Huang Lingshan suppressed her thoughts.

Disciples of Celestial Monarch Mountain had a good reputation in the Cultivation Realm, rarely engaging in underhanded schemes.

"Years ago, I obtained the corpse of a Golden Core Demon Beast, and Fellow Daoist Zhang is a renowned Artifact Refining Master in Danzhou."

"I have come today seeking help from you to refine some magical artifacts."

A Golden Core Realm Demon Beast’s corpse?

Zhang Qingjing was also somewhat surprised at the news.

As Luo Yao said, Golden Core Realm Demon Beasts were difficult to kill.

Obtaining an intact corpse was even more challenging.

Upon hearing that Huang Lingshan possessed a Golden Core Realm Demon Beast’s corpse, Zhang Qingjing couldn’t help but feel a bit envious.

"Fellow Daoist Lingshan, could you take out the demon beast’s corpse for me to see?"

Zhang Qingjing quickly spoke.

Huang Lingshan glanced around, chose a spacious spot, and directly took out the flood dragon corpse from the storage bag.

At the sudden appearance of the massive flood dragon corpse, a trace of disbelief flashed in Zhang Qingjing’s eyes.

"This is a flood dragon!?"

In shock, he couldn’t bother with appearances and immediately moved to examine the flood dragon corpse closely.

He inexplicably felt a slight relief in his heart.

"So it’s a flood dragon corpse that died eons ago. I thought Fellow Daoist Lingshan had personally slain it."

Flood dragons were among the more formidable species of demon beasts. If the Cyan Ruo Sword House could really slay a living Golden Core Realm flood dragon and obtain an intact demon corpse, it would be terrifying!

"What a pity, what a pity..."

Carefully inspecting the flood dragon corpse, Zhang Qingjing showed a deep expression of regret on his face.

"This flood dragon has been dead for too many years, its flesh is gone, and the spirituality in its bones and scale hide has diminished. Otherwise, it would be a top-grade material."

"What kind of magical artifact does Fellow Daoist Lingshan plan to refine?"

After confirming, Zhang Qingjing clasped his hands and spoke.

Huang Lingshan glanced at Shen Wen’an, pondered for a moment, and said: "I am not versed in the Artifact Refining Dao. Please share what kind of magical artifact this flood dragon corpse can be refined into, Fellow Daoist Zhang."

Speaking of his specialty, Zhang Qingjing chuckled confidently.

"This flood dragon corpse has only bones and scale hide left, and with serious loss of spirituality, not many magical artifacts can be refined."

"I estimate the entire flood dragon corpse could yield three magical robes, and as for magical artifacts... only about two weapons."

Hearing this, Shen Wen’an was quite incredulous: "Such a large flood dragon corpse, and it can only yield three magical robes and two magical artifacts!?"

Although the flood dragon corpse before them had lost its head, it was nearly a hundred yards long and as thick as two people embracing it.

If disassembled, the bones could form a small hill.

Yet it could yield so little.

In response to his doubt, Zhang Qingjing stroked his beard with a gentle smile: "Young Friend, you might not be aware."

"Refining magical artifacts or robes from demonic beast materials isn’t about size."

"To ensure the quality of the artifacts or robes, the refining process requires concentrating most of the material’s spirituality into a small portion."

"Take the flood dragon’s scale hide, for instance. When all concentrated into material suitable for refining magical robes, it would only measure a yard or so."

"The remainder, having lost its spirituality, holds no value."

After pausing a moment, Zhang Qingjing continued: "If it were a fresh flood dragon corpse, with little spiritual loss in the bones and scale hide, the number of magical robes and artifacts that could be refined would be thrice as many."

Shen Wen’an realized.

He truly wasn’t aware of this.

"My apologies, Senior, for my lack of understanding in the Artifact Refining Dao, causing you to laugh."

Zhang Qingjing waved his hand with a chuckle and turned to Huang Lingshan: "Fellow Daoist Lingshan, the numbers I mentioned were ideal scenarios."

"Conservatively speaking, it might be even less."