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 without

into the tank. The water

and frothed, the tank began to shake. Soon, steam began billowing out of the tank. Before Zen's body could cool itself,

writhed at the bottom of the now-empty tank. Slowly cracks appeared on Zen's skin and a dark red light, like a piece of red hot iron,

of the

mind was also undergoing incredible changes.

reliefs on

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 air

them closed their eyes, while the dragon at the bottom opened its eyes and stared at Zen.

survived tens of millions of years, or hundreds of millions of years, the

cackle, cackle

gaze of the dragon. Soon

shatter, he heard whispers coming from the dragon. Then the

black flame

quiet cellar. For a moment,

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

would have been devoured by the flame. Only someone very special would be able to endure the pain of their soul burning. Zen couldn't lose consciousness to this unbearable pain

ah,

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

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

soul could not sustain the pain and was about to

repairing and then burning, crushing

torturous cycle seemed to be repeating itself endlessly.

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