Chapter 150: Chapter 130: Brass Magic Sword

Du Chengfeng remembered that this Brass Magic Sword was obtained from Taiyin Mountain.

As for from whose hands he took it, Du Chengfeng had forgotten; mainly because the temple chief of the Mountain God Temple died too quickly, he didn’t even have time to remember the name—but it didn’t matter, as long as he remembered that this Magic Sword was taken by the lead person, and it clearly looked better than the ordinary cultivators’ Magic Swords.

After all, those ordinary Magic Swords seemed freshly forged, but this Brass Magic Sword, at a glance, carried traces of antiquity.

Carrying an ancient artifact out to kill, that temple chief of the Mountain God Temple must have been reckless.

Of course, what’s even more absurd is that this antique Magic Sword could indeed be used.

Brass is relatively soft, not suitable for weapons, but the evil Qi on this Brass Magic Sword’s blade was far more savage than those newly forged steel Magic Swords—Du Chengfeng had once tried to touch the edge of this Magic Sword, and just a slight touch resulted in a cut on his finger.

It’s hard to imagine that brass could be honed so sharp.

The sharp blade seemed to have a way of entrapping flesh and blood.

"Then let me see what’s going on with you..."

Thinking this way, Du Chengfeng placed the Brass Magic Sword on the Grinding Stone and began polishing.

The rust carried remnants of past glory, and the blade shadowed past faith.

As the polishing went on, Du Chengfeng’s consciousness gradually merged with this Magic Sword.

Contrary to Du Chengfeng’s expectations, the original owner of this Magic Sword was not the temple chief of the Mountain God Temple, but an ugly man in a blue robe.

The ugly man in a blue robe took a full thirty-six days to forge this Magic Sword; the grip was engraved with tortoise shell patterns, and the blade was carved with the seven stars that led the slaughter. On the day the sword was completed, the ugly man in a blue robe specifically slaughtered an old tortoise to consecrate the sword, and then killed seventy-eight bandits of Taiyin Mountain to stain the sword with blood.

Logically, for a Copper Sword to kill nearly eighty people already illustrated its superior quality.

But for the ugly man in a blue robe, it was still not enough.

It was far too insufficient.

"Alright then, let’s see your destiny."

One day, the ugly man in the blue robe suddenly made a decision.

Afterwards, the Brass Magic Sword never saw the ugly man in a blue robe again.

The man in the blue robe left decisively, and the people near Taiyin Mountain, according to his words, built the Mountain God Temple, enshrining the Brass Magic Sword within, respectfully offering two scrolls of scripture beside it.

It was at this time that the Brass Magic Sword, or rather Du Chengfeng, realized that the two scrolls of scripture beside him seemed oddly familiar.

According to the records in those two scrolls, this Magic Sword, just by virtue of being a sword, turned into a legendary Divine Soldiers capable of subduing ten thousand evil ghosts—merely by the scale of offerings from the villagers, it was almost no different from serving an actual Immortal.

"Isn’t this a scam?"

Du Chengfeng couldn’t help but feel puzzled.

It was only then Du Chengfeng realized what the so-called Mountain God and the subduing of ten thousand evil ghosts in Taiyin Mountain were all about—not to speak of ten thousand, this Magic Sword hadn’t even killed a hundred people, merely seventy-eight bandits of Taiyin Mountain, and never been used again.

But here’s the problem.

The ugly man in a blue robe arranged all this, even going through great pains to have the villagers build a temple and consecrate the sword, but what for?

Would all these fancy setups even work?

They could.

Unexpectedly, they really could.

With day after day of offerings, this originally ordinary deadly weapon of a Magic Sword gradually gained some majesty, and under people’s telling and worship, this Magic Sword became increasingly resembling the legendary Immortal Treasure Sword that suppressed evil spirits.

But, it could only resemble it.

Like a finely crafted replica, no matter how excellently made, it would still be recognized at a glance as a counterfeit, not the real thing—especially since the Brass Magic Sword was intended to mimic the Immortal Treasure Sword, the huge gap was not one that a mere period of offering could fill.

And later, even this offering ceased.

As the saying goes, time is forgotten in the mountains, a thousand years have passed in the world; although it hasn’t reached such exaggeration outside the mountains, the villages outside did eventually decline over time. The people once there migrated to unknown places and the old Mountain God Temple in the mountains gradually became dusty, with no one caring for it anymore.

In the familiar solitary times, Du Chengfeng had gotten accustomed, as every weapon seems to go through such a period, being set on a shelf or put in storage. In the past, Du Chengfeng might have found it unbearable, considering such loneliness without another soul is rather hard to endure.

But now, having honed many weapons, he had gotten used to it; sometimes, with dust settling on him, he’d even feel a nostalgic sense.

However, as Du Chengfeng was idly counting the dust on him, finally someone came over, opening the doors of the broken Mountain God Temple.

Rather than pushing them open, it was more like tearing them off; the temple, having long fallen into disrepair, was already dilapidated, and the intruder almost got killed by falling rafters.

Yet, the sound of it made the person look up.

They saw the Brass Magic Sword on the altar and the two scrolls of scripture.

"Treasure... treasure!"

The intruder excitedly shouted.

As it turned out, this person was a burial treasure hunter, surnamed Zhang, who came into Taiyin Mountain to try his luck, hoping to find some valuables to sell for some money—but as this grave robber named Zhang opened those two scrolls of scripture, ready to check the quality, the contents deeply captivated the grave robber’s eyes.

"This is true treasure..."

After finishing reading the two scrolls, the grave robber’s gaze toward the Magic Sword had changed.

Then, the grave robber surnamed Zhang spent some silver coins to acquire the ownerless land around this Mountain God Temple, moved there, and held the sword closely, even intending to cultivate Immortality in the Mountain God Temple—regarding the grave robber’s behavior, Du Chengfeng scoffed, knowing more about the true nature of the Magic Sword than anyone else.

This is just a plain Brass Magic Sword, at most it killed over seventy people, being a deadly weapon, that’s all.

Counting on a mere broken sword like this, would it really lead to any cultivation?

"I did it! I’ve done it!"

On that day, the grave robber named Zhang pointed the sword to the heavens, with a Mountain God’s shadow behind imposing from anger.

"I’ve finally succeeded in cultivation!"