The live broadcast of the old devil's trial was a major event, and hundreds of millions of people in Huaxiu nation would be paying attention. Fatty Luo was one of them. Fatty Luo's hardware shop was old, and even the cabinets were made of wood.
Fatty Luo usually didn't have the habit of watching the news, nor did he watch TV shows. All his news came from the mouths of customers and the brothers and sisters who came to the shop for maintenance on the magic artifacts.
That morning, for the first time ever, Fatty Luo paid attention to the Old Devil's trial. He didn't have a TV in his shop, so he could only use a mirror-like magic treasure to simulate a TV signal.
Therefore, when he entered the door that morning, he saw a fat man with poopy hair, wearing a white sweatshirt and baggy pants looking at himself in the mirror. However, this fatty was not showing off. He was truly concerned about the affairs of the country.
"Yo, good morning."
At this moment, a man in white suddenly stepped over the threshold and greeted him.
Fatty Luo looked up and was a little surprised to see who it was. "Why are you here so early?"
"I still have some matters to attend to in the afternoon, so I decided to come early to collect my sword. You promised me that I would let you borrow the Seven Star Sword to study for five days, and then help me give this Seven Star Sword a full body maintenance. You haven't forgotten, have you? "Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal bent over slightly with both hands on the wooden cabinet, his face wreathed in smiles.
"Of course I won't forget. It's just a set of healthcare. It won't take much effort or money. " Fatty Luo waved his hand and pointed to the cabinet on the right. "It's in cabinet number 24 on the right. Take it yourself."
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal found it hard to believe Fatty Luo's frankness. He remembered that the last time this fatty had asked him for the Seven Stars Sword, he hadn't been like this; he had almost knelt down and hugged his legs …
"I've heard of Immortal Zhenyuan's fame before, so I've always had high hopes for the Seven Stars Sword. But when I got it from you, it only gave me a few hours of warmth. "
Fatty Luo put down the mirror in his hand, slowly raised his head, and said in all seriousness, "The Seven Star Sword's ability to move earth and wood is no small matter. It's indeed very powerful, but there's also a big drawback, which is that it has very high requirements for the sword owner. The spiritual power consumption is almost four times that of a spirit sword of the same grade. "
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "So what do you mean?"
"So, even though the Seven Star Sword is ranked very high on the Sword List. However, it was also true that this sword was not practical. It was not suitable for everyone. It's only suitable for those cultivators who are born with extremely high basic reserves of spiritual energy. In other words, they are the so-called Chosen Ones. " Fatty Luo spread his hands. "If I were to rank the Sword List, this Seven Star Sword wouldn't even make it into the top ten."
“？？？？” Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was stupefied when he heard this, because he remembered that this fatty hadn't said that a few days ago!
"Didn't you say before that this Seven Star Sword is simply a wonderful and impeccable sword? It's only been a few days … "Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was speechless.
"That was before, this is now." Fatty Luo pursed his lips. "I've seen so many spirit swords, what haven't I seen before? It's just that when I saw that Jingke in Ling Zhenren's hand recently, I realized that I was just a frog at the bottom of a well … "
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "Is it that exaggerated?"
"You don't understand."
Fatty Luo tsked. "From tip to tail, Lord Jingke is impeccably handsome … the only regret is that it doesn't have a scabbard. Nowadays, there really aren't many spirit swords like Lord Jingke's, which are energy efficient, powerful, beautiful, and righteous. "
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal saw that Fatty Luo's eyes were bursting with light when he said this.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "…"
Fatty Luo looked at the mirror, which was still playing the old devil's interrogation. His gaze was a little deep. "Look, no matter what kind of person they are, and how much of a false reputation they once carried on their shoulders … Just like this Seven Star Sword of yours, in the end, won't they all be past their prime? So a civilian spirit sword like Lord Jingke, who isn't on the Sword List, is a peerless godly sword in the truest sense. "
"…"
"Of course, I'm not targeting your Seven Star Sword. It wasn't until I met Lord Jingke that I realized … "Fatty Luo narrowed his eyes and smiled." All the spirit swords here are trash! "
"…"
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal could already tell that this Fatty Luo had completely turned into a fanboy!
"By the way, do you have any leads on the place I asked you to look for?"
As the two of them talked, Fatty Luo suddenly raised his head to look at Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal. He remembered that he had asked Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal to look for the coordinates of a secret land. That place was called Devil Valley, and was rumored to be a secret land that opened once every hundred years. It had a longer history than the Gate Between Worlds.
Devil Valley didn't sound like a good place, but according to historical records, the scenery inside was picturesque; it was the kind of place where you could casually take a picture and use it as a screensaver.
And the most important thing was that it was rumored that Devil Valley contained rare materials that were already extinct in the annals of history.
"I asked Little Black to monitor some fluctuations that are very similar to Devil Valley. Based on the year, Devil Valley will indeed open again this year. "Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal pursed his lips." But I still want to know why you're going to Devil Valley. "
"I'm going to make something. If I succeed, it'll be the glory of my life, "Fatty Luo said proudly with a wide smile on his face.
"You want to make a sword?"
"That was my goal in the past. I wanted to make a spirit sword that could easily destroy all the defensive equipment in my room. But after meeting Lord Jingke, I think it's impossible to realize this wish in this lifetime. " Fatty Luo sighed a little regretfully, then raised his head with a hopeful look in his eyes. "So, I'm going to make a peerless scabbard for Lord Jingke …"
"Is that your latest goal in Devil Valley?" Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal raised his eyebrows.
"That's right." Fatty Luo smiled. "According to my original plan, I wanted to find a special compatible material like the One Thousand Dried Bone in Devil Valley."
"One Thousand Dried Bone? Even if it's in Devil Valley, it should be very rare. "Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal sighed.
The One Thousand Dried Bone that Fatty Luo was talking about was a compatible material in ancient times that could be used as an ingredient in elixirs to restore qi and blood. Back then, however, it had mostly been used to increase the stability of holy weapons. Unfortunately, because it took too long to grow and because of excessive harvesting, it had gone extinct very early on.
Even if it really existed in Devil Valley, it was actually quite limited.
It was obvious that Fatty Luo was well aware of this.
"I know that even if there really is One Thousand Dried Bone in Devil Valley, it's extremely rare. If I use it to make a godly sword, this meager amount of One Thousand Dried Bone won't be enough at all. But if I use this material to make a peerless scabbard, it'll definitely be enough! "Speaking up to this point, Fatty Luo smiled devilishly.
"…"
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