“At least shape me!”
Seeing Lu Ming preparing to pack up, Ye Fan grew anxious.
In this state, how could he show his face to anyone?
“I can't. I have no spiritual energy left in my body...”
Lu Ming waved his hand in refusal.
“You dared to forge when you didn't have enough spiritual energy?” Ye Fan roared in exasperation.
“I didn't want this either! My craft has had neither guidance from a master nor the aid of secret manuals. I only succeeded through trial and error!”
Ye Fan was utterly speechless. He doubted whether he could trust even a single punctuation mark that came out of Lu Ming's mouth.
No one taught him, and he figured it out to this extent?
Who does he think he is, a genius? Even a genius can't teach himself all this from scratch!
Meanwhile, Lu Ming's explanation continued:
“Besides, the spiritual energy I planned to use was supposed to be enough.”
“But I forgot to account for the spiritual energy wasted when Big Yellow and the others crossed the river. That's why I ran short...”
“Aside from being a bit ugly right now, everything else is fine...”
In truth, Lu Ming wasn't being honest. He still had a third of his spiritual energy left inside him.
He had a rule for using spiritual energy: except in life-or-death battles...
...he would never let his spiritual energy fall below one-third.
This was especially true in a situation like today!
Because he felt that as a protagonist, he was bound to encounter plenty of trouble.
He had to keep some trump cards ready!
“But this is way too ugly! Even if you didn't shape me into a saber, you could have at least rolled me into a staff!”
Ye Fan protested, wanting to cry but having no tears.
He knew that nothing good ever came from crossing paths with this goddamned mortal.
His once majestic, celestial-light-shining treasured saber had now turned into a pitch-black, lumpy, misshapen glob.
Lu Ming stroked his chin, sizing up Ye Fan, and murmured to himself:
It is a bit ugly, isn't it?
Out loud, however, he said:
“Oh, come on! You're just a weapon. It's not like you're getting married. Why do you care what you look like? As long as you're powerful, isn't that enough...”
Ye Fan was filled with grievance and resentment:
“I'm not begging you to make me look beautiful, but at least make me presentable!”
Lu Ming said helplessly, “I really don't have any spiritual energy left!”
“Alright, alright. I'll figure something out for you when we get the chance later!”
With that, Lu Ming directly tossed the furious Ye Fan back into his storage bag.
Then, he noticed Big Yellow and the others gathered around Huang Tianbao, who sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.
“What are you guys doing?”
Big Yellow then explained what had happened to Lu Ming.
It turned out that while Lu Ming was busy refining Ye Fan, the Ghost Kings had not shown up either.
The group had wandered around the area but found absolutely nothing.
Right then, Huang Tianbao's eyes lit up.
“I've realized that we're getting worse and worse at managing our household!”
Big Yellow, Wang Defa, and the others all turned to look at Huang Tianbao.
“Old Third, what do you mean by that?”
Huang Tianbao pointed to the bridge they had chosen across the river.
“If this were in the past, we definitely would have dismantled it and taken it home. Yet now, we actually look down on it!”
Hearing Huang Tianbao's words, Big Yellow also looked at the bridge over the river.
He couldn't help but recall the first time they had entered a secret realm with their boss. Back then, they literally dug up mountains and chopped down trees...
If there was nothing of value, they would dig three feet into the ground...
He really had changed!
Instantly, Big Yellow's gaze turned resolute. “Old Third is right. We must never forget our roots!”
“Dismantle it! Let's take this bridge back and use it as a decoration for the Grand Elder and the others!”
Hearing this, Wang Defa's mouth twitched. He really didn't want to know how the Grand Elder had brought them up.
These disciples of the Qingshan Sect would try to drag anything they laid eyes on back to their home base.
On the other hand, Xue Wuchang, Feng Qingqing, and the others had joined the Heavenly Demon Sect relatively recently.
They weren't very familiar with this fine tradition of the Heavenly Demon Sect yet.
Hearing Wang Defa and the others speak now...
...they couldn't understand it, but they expressed their support anyway!
As for Man Xiong, since Brother Huang liked the bridge, they might as well dig it up!
Soon, after a quick discussion, they pulled out their respective tools and began digging up the bridge.
Their plan was to dig out this end of the bridge, then grab hold of it and yank the other end out.
Clank... Clank...
As soon as they started digging, the Bridge Guardian on the bridge couldn't take it anymore!
She had seen shameless people before, but never a bunch quite this shameless!
Digging up a bridge to take home!
Normal people built bridges and paved roads to accumulate merit and perform good deeds!
But you lot, you're actually stealing bridges! Digging up roads!
She wanted to teach these guys a lesson.
But they wouldn't even step onto the bridge, so she couldn't employ her methods.
Seeing that a massive pit had already been dug at the foot of the bridge...
...the Bridge Guardian stomped her feet in anxiety!
Left with no choice, she made a hand gesture, and a ray of ghostly light flew into Huang Tianbao's body.
Because she sensed a familiar aura radiating from him.
After the ghostly light entered Huang Tianbao's body, the people digging up the bridge stopped.
“Old Third, what happened?”
Big Yellow asked in confusion.
“I don't know!” Huang Tianbao looked completely bewildered.
“Check it! Check it...” Big Yellow urged.
Thus, when Lu Ming finished his task, this was the scene he beheld.
Lu Ming looked at the cross-legged Huang Tianbao, then at the massive pit that had been dug.
Lu Ming nodded in satisfaction.
“You did well. We have several factions to support now, so we must learn to budget carefully and live within our means!”
“This river water seems filled with yin energy and brimming with malice. I wonder if anyone would buy some if we bottled it up and took it back?”
Hearing Lu Ming's words, the Bridge Guardian really wanted to ask: Are you people seriously that poor?
Why do you want literally everything!
Don't tell me you also want to dig up the very dirt under your feet and take it back too?
Just as the thought crossed her mind, Big Yellow's voice rang out:
“This dirt looks pretty unusual. If we scoop some up and package it nicely, maybe we can sell it for a good price!”
The Bridge Guardian: Fine. It turns out I've encountered a bunch of bandits!
Hearing Big Yellow's suggestion, Lu Ming was just about to agree when he suddenly remembered something.
Wait a minute, this is very likely going to be Old Third's territory in the future.
Doesn't that make this our own property?
With that thought, he quickly spoke up to stop Wang Defa and the others.
A few quick-handed ones had already started scooping up dirt.
“Stop digging! If Old Third unifies the Xuanming Great World, all of this will be his property!”
Hearing Lu Ming's words, Big Yellow and the others quickly stopped.
Oh, right!
As long as Old Third unified the Xuanming Great World, all of this would belong to them anyway!
Just then, Huang Tianbao opened his eyes.
“Old Third, what's the situation?”
Lu Ming quickly asked.
“Oh! It seems I've gained control over this bridge! It's called the Soul-Confusing Bridge...”
As soon as Huang Tianbao spoke, the black mist rolled, and Ghost King Hei Dun and his cohort appeared one after another.
However, every single one of them looked completely bewildered, as if they had no idea what year it was.
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