Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

Chapter 4 Weapon Refining Method (Part Two)

The last piece of small gold foil pushed its way past his scalp and burrowed into Zen's brain. Zen felt as though he had been hit by a large iron hammer. His whole body shook violently as the fragments of gold foil joined together before emitting a bright light.

After the golden light gradually faded, these small gold fragments penetrated Zen's body. Some memories, which did not belong to him, emerged out of the void.

"Grand Weapon Refining Method..."

"The First Ancient Weapon Refining Method..."

"Use the flesh as a weapon. Use your body as the soul, temper and practice thoroughly, clean the body for great vitality ..."

'Is this the weapon refining method?'

Although Zen didn't know how to refine a weapon, he clearly knew that becoming a weapon refining master was a rewarding career. Despite all the strong financial resources the Luo Clan had, they couldn't even hire a weapon refining master of the lowest level. That was enough to show how advantageous it was to be a weapon refining master.

But use the flesh as a weapon? What did that mean?

'Does this method imply that I need to refine myself to be an effective weapon?'

As soon as the thought crossed Zen's mind, something incredible happened.

His body temperature rose sharply. He inhaled deeply with surprise when he first felt hot and then cold and then hot again.

So hot! Zen felt uncomfortable as his body temperature rose. Soon he felt as though he was burning from the inside out.

Quickly, he rushed to the water tank at the end of the cellar. This was where they left water for Zen to use for his daily routines.

jumped into the tank

as his body sank deeper into the tank. The water around

Before Zen's body could cool itself,

failed to lower Zen's body temperature. On the contrary, Zen felt as though his body temperature was still rising. Unable to take it anymore, he writhed at the

bottom of the tank as the mist

his body, Zen's mind was

with nine dragon reliefs on the

dragon was painted with different colors, including cyan, black, white, purple ... Each of the dragons had bared their fangs and seemed to be clawing at the

their eyes, while the dragon at the bottom opened its

and wisdom of having survived tens of millions of years, or hundreds of millions of years, the dragon looked at Zen without emotion. He could feel the power

cackle,

the intense gaze of the dragon. Soon he

inch of him was about to shatter, he heard whispers coming from the dragon. Then

black

The flame flickered ferociously in the dark, quiet cellar. For a moment, Zen felt as though it would

his soul. It happened so quickly that Zen had no time to marvel

of their soul burning. Zen couldn't lose consciousness to this unbearable pain because it was his soul suffering, and this all happened in his mind. The only thing he could do was

ah ah,

he screamed in agony. He would have done anything, even embrace death, to relieve

death was a luxury. In this state, a person couldn't do anything, not even bite

not sustain the pain and was about to break, the furnace emitted a colorful glow to repair Zen's soul immediately.

burning, crushing and

to be repeating itself endlessly.

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