"Connate pattern?" Su Zimo frowned in deep thought.
The disheveled old man continued, "The broken parts on the Mystic Gold Silk Armor are the connate patterns. Since they are connate patterns, there's no way postnatal Weapon Refinement Masters can create them, no matter how strong they are. "
Su Zimo gradually came to his senses and was shocked. He could not help but ask, "Master, you mean to say that the Mystic Gold Silk Armor is a connate spirit weapon?"
"Originally, it was."
The disheveled old man reminisced and said slowly, "It's said that a thousand years ago, the Mystic Gold Silk Armor was one of the strongest defensive spirit weapons and was famous in the cultivation world. It's a pity that this item has been destroyed. The five postnatal spiritual patterns have all dissipated, leaving only one innate spiritual pattern, which has been broken into several pieces. "
"Since a connate spirit weapon is so strong, what was it that destroyed it?" Su Zimo could not help but ask.
"That's too much."
The disheveled old man chuckled. "Connate spirit weapons are spirit weapons at the end of the day. You have to know that above spirit weapons are Dharmic weapons. For Perfected Being Jin Dan, connate spirit weapons are the best weapons that can only be chanced upon and not sought. Once one reaches Nascent Soul realm, they will naturally refine Dharmic weapons and not use spirit weapons. "
"A single powerful Dharmic weapon is enough to destroy a connate spirit weapon! They're not on the same level at all. "
Su Zimo roughly understood.
No matter how sharp the weapons in the mortal world were, they could be easily destroyed by the spiritual weapons used by the self-cultivators.
"Then, why is the Mystic Gold Silk Armor in the Spirit Weapon Chamber of Weapon Peak?"
To Su Zimo, the inner armor was a connate spirit weapon in the past after all. Even if it was destroyed, it was still stronger than other spirit weapons.
The disheveled old man shook his head. "There's only a broken connate pattern on the Mystic Gold Silk Armor and it's equivalent to a pseudo spirit weapon. Even though it can defend against sharp weapons, it can't defend against the power of spirit arts because it doesn't have any spirit patterns. "
In other words, even if a cultivator's sword could not penetrate the Mystic Gold Silk Armor, the power of the flying sword could still destroy the body's lifeforce through the Mystic Gold Silk Armor!
If the opponent was a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, the Mystic Gold Silk Armor would not be able to defend against his spirit arts.
The disheveled old man continued, "Furthermore, although the Mystic Gold Silk Armor is damaged, it's still heavy and weighs 5,000 kilograms! Which Cultivator could bear it? That's why no one has touched it in the past thousand years. It's practically a useless spiritual artifact. "
"It's ten thousand pounds. Even back then, there weren't many Jin Dan Spiritual Masters who had the ability and qualifications to wear it."
The disheveled old man seemed to have thought of something and lamented.
Su Zimo naturally knew the weight of the Mystic Gold Silk Armor. If he hadn't used the power of his bloodline, he wouldn't have been able to lift this seemingly thin inner armor!
Su Zimo's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly asked, "Since this Mystic Gold Silk Armor is in the sect, does that mean someone in the sect used to wear it?"
Old Zao remained silent.
"Who is that person? Is he still in the sect right now?" Su Zimo asked curiously.
A shudder flashed through the depths of the disheveled old man's eyes. After a long time, he sighed gently and shook his head. "That person is no longer in the sect and I've never seen him before. I've only heard some rumors about him. It's said that he was an expert of the sect a thousand years ago and was invincible among the Foundation Establishment and Jin Dan realms of the North Region of Tianhuang Mainland. No one could withstand his sharpness! "
Su Zimo's heart skipped a beat.
How terrifying was it to be invincible in a cultivation realm?
"What happened after that?" Su Zimo asked.
"I'm not sure. There were no more rumors about him."
"He died?"
Su Zimo frowned and thought about it. "There's no way such a strong person would die so easily. However, why is that person not in the sect right now and why does it seem like the disheveled old man is unwilling to mention him? What is he trying to avoid? "
After a moment of silence, the disheveled old man continued, "Ever since the sect set up the Eight Distresses Formation, only two people have made it through. One of them is you and the other is him."
Su Zimo opened his mouth slightly.
The disheveled old man waved it off, seemingly frustrated. "Send the Mystic Gold Silk Armor back and choose another one. You won't be able to use this spirit weapon anyway."
Given Su Zimo's current situation, the Mystic Gold Silk Armor was not suitable for him.
However, for some reason, Su Zimo had a feeling that he might be able to use it in the future.
After a moment of hesitation, Su Zimo said in a deep voice, "Thank you, master. However, I've still decided to choose this Mystic Gold Silk Armor."
The disheveled old man frowned and hesitated before sighing. "Up to you. However, you have to be careful in your battle against Feng Haoyu. If you can't win, just admit defeat. Don't force yourself."
Su Zimo could tell that the disheveled old man was concerned for him and agreed with a smile.
"Right, master, I have a question about weapon refinement."
Su Zimo changed the topic. "To be honest, master, I've already successfully refined an inferior-grade spirit weapon before the Weapon Peak face-off. However, I don't know why I couldn't condense the second spirit pattern. Why is that? "
"Haha!"
The disheveled old man could not help but laugh. "Lad, you've really hidden yourself well. So, you've already refined an inferior-grade spirit weapon. Not bad, not bad."
Instinctively, the disheveled old man thought that Su Zimo had merely refined an inferior-grade spirit weapon.
After laughing, the disheveled old man said, "Actually, the hardest part of weapon refinement is spirit gathering. However, the core step is tempering. That step requires way too much skill and all the sects in the cultivation world that specialize in weapon refinement have their own unique tempering techniques. "
"There are many impurities in spirit ores and spirit fires alone are not enough to refine them. That's why you'll need a profound tempering technique to purge the impurities."
"If the tempering isn't on point and there are too many impurities, the spirit weapon forged won't be able to withstand the second spirit pattern forcefully. That's why the spirit gathering fails and the spirit weapon explodes."
Su Zimo was enlightened.
The reason why he could not condense the second spirit pattern wasn't because his spirit gathering technique was wrong or the grade of the spirit ore wasn't high enough. It was because his tempering technique wasn't profound enough.
The disheveled old man said, "The sect doesn't have a good tempering technique right now. However, don't be anxious or worried. Leave it to me."
"Yes."
Su Zimo could clearly sense the love and care that the disheveled old man had for him – that couldn't be faked.
Su Zimo bowed deeply before leaving on his sword.
Looking at Su Zimo's back view, the disheveled old man frowned.
Actually, after Su Zimo cultivated a Level 3 Spirit Fire, the disheveled old man had already started searching for profound tempering techniques to help Su Zimo raise his weapon refinement realm.
However, it was a pity that tempering techniques had always been a secret of the sect and were way too difficult to obtain.
"Sigh, it's a pity that a bright pearl is covered in dust." The disheveled old man sighed internally and thought to himself that he would head out to take a look after the five peaks face-off. No matter what, he had to get his hands on a tempering technique manual for Su Zimo.
All of a sudden!
The disheveled old man's expression changed as he recalled a detail that was almost overlooked.
The Mystic Gold Silk Armor weighed 5,000 kilograms. How did Su Zimo, a Level 8 Qi Refinement Warrior, manage to fit it into his storage bag?
The more the disheveled old man thought about it, the more he felt that something was amiss. After pacing on the spot for a long time, he gave up on the thought of pursuing the matter.
"Seems like this disciple of mine isn't simple either."
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