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.

into the tank without thinking.

sank deeper into the tank. The water around him began

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

Zen felt as though his body temperature was still rising. Unable to take it anymore, he writhed at the bottom of

of the tank as the mist swirled

body, Zen's mind

nine dragon reliefs on the wall

painted with different colors, including cyan, black, white, purple ... Each of the dragons had bared their fangs

closed their eyes, while the dragon at the

deep eyes that reflected the experience and wisdom of having survived tens of millions of years, or hundreds of millions

cackle, cackle, cackle

trembled under the intense gaze of the dragon. Soon he felt as though his soul

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

black flame

seen anything like this before. The flame flickered ferociously in the dark, quiet cellar. For a moment, Zen felt as though it would burn everything in

and shortly after, he felt the blazing fire wrap itself around his soul. It happened so quickly that Zen had no

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 because it was his soul suffering, and this all happened in his mind. The only thing he could do was

ah ah, let

agony. He would have done anything, even embrace death, to relieve himself of the pain he

person couldn't do anything,

his soul could not sustain the pain and was about to break, the

then burning, crushing and repairing all over again

to be repeating

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