Chapter 4059 — Half a Block of Star Ink Stone
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Yu Jiang shuddered as it dawned on him that in his present straits he dared not step outside at all. Without this mysterious man's protection, his fate would be instant death by a thousand cuts.
At that thought, Yu Jiang had no more hesitation. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Fine, I accept. So what do you want me to do now?"
The mysterious man was unsurprised. "Nothing for now. You need only cultivate diligently here and raise your strength as quickly as you can. When the time comes that I need you, I will summon you."
"I understand. In any case, thank you for saving my life, sir. Should you ever have a command in the future, I will brave fire and water, scatter my brains and smear my liver—whatever it takes!" Yu Jiang vowed fervently on the spot.
Unexpectedly, the mysterious man sneered: "Spare me the act. A man who can kill his own master without blinking—do you think I'd believe such cheap oaths? Remember: never play tricks before me again. Do it once more, and I'll make you regret you didn't die at Nan Tianxiong's hands."
With that, the mysterious man's form flickered—how he left, Yu Jiang could not tell—and he vanished clean from before Yu Jiang's very eyes.
One simple sentence, that feeling of being seen through to the core, left Yu Jiang more shaken and fearful than even the tangible killing intent of moments before.
Yet Yu Jiang's attention soon swung back to the Star Ink Stone. His experiences had already taught him deeply that only one's own strength was fundamental; all else was passing cloud. And this block of Star Ink Stone was precisely the golden key that could set him on the road to becoming a powerhouse!
Yu Jiang's disappearance had thrown the Threefold Pavilion into an uproar, yet Wei Zhao knew nothing of it. These past days he had stayed with the Tattered King throughout, wholly absorbed in his great undertaking of forging.
Seven days had passed since the troublemaking visits of Kang Jingming and Nan Tianxiong and their like. Three days ago the most basic preheating stage had ended, and now came the most critical phase: the forging itself.
The more powerful the divine weapon, the higher the demands upon the forger; not the slightest error could be permitted in the process. Let the deviation be no more than half a fen, even half a li, and the final result might diverge wildly from what was intended.
Ten-thousand-year tree crystal, ancient pure land soil, and other such ultra-rare materials would then go up in smoke, becoming a heap of utter waste—a sight to make one sigh and lament.
Such a disastrous outcome was something neither Wei Zhao nor the Tattered King—who regarded forging as his very life—was willing to see.
For months, for the sake of this forging, the Tattered King had poured more painstaking effort into it than even Wei Zhao, who had supplied so many ultra-rare materials.
Countless times he had wracked his brains revising the forging plan, along with all manner of other intricate and arduous preparations. Wei Zhao had not witnessed the Tattered King doing these things with his own eyes, but one minute on stage is ten years of labor off it—he could feel the Tattered King's devotion.