Chapter 24 Cave No.
Han Li was fleeing frantically at this time.

He had been chased by that foundation-building cultivator for three days and three nights! Originally, he had the invisible escape talisman, so he could easily shake off the foundation-building cultivator. However, every time he shook him off, the foundation-building cultivator would always catch up with him. When they met, they would not say anything, but would directly use killing moves, making Han Li miserable.

"I'll fight you!" Han Li shouted loudly with red eyes. Then, in front of the horrified look on the face of the foundation-building cultivator, he threw out a large number of various but very powerful magic tools and talismans.

The foundation-building cultivator was still wondering until his death, "Is this the wealth that a Qi-cultivating cultivator should have?"

. . .

In Yanyue Sect, Zhang Tie was walking towards the Forging Hall. Before he got close, he felt waves of heat sweeping over him.

"I want to enter the No. 67 Earth Fire Cave Mansion." Zhang Tie handed the jade pass given to him by old man Qiong to the boy guarding the gate and said.

Two days ago, Old Man Qiong suddenly told him that everything had been settled and asked him to take the jade talisman to Cave No. 67. Then he went to prepare for the Bloody Trial.

Only Zhang Tie was left with a confused look on his face. He had been in Yanyue Sect for such a long time but had never even left the sect. How could he know about the Earth Fire Cave Mansion No. 67?
In the end, he spent a lot of time before he realized that he had to come to the Forging Hall to refine weapons.

The boy took the jade talisman and said with envy, "Uncle Master is so lucky. The Iron Master of Cave No. 67 is the Forging Hall and he is the most powerful weapon refining master in Yanyue Sect."

Zhang Tie nodded, thinking that his master was indeed reliable, and then followed the instructions and entered Cave No. 67.

"Are you Zhang Tie?" A simple-looking man was standing in front of a ground-fire furnace, hammering a piece of material with an exaggerated hammer. When he saw Zhang Tie coming in, he stopped the hammer that was about to fall on the material in mid-air, which showed his great strength.

Zhang Tie sighed inwardly upon seeing this, this strength was stronger than his nine-level Elephant Armor Skill, it turned out that ordinary skills were no match for those of immortal cultivation.

"My fellow Taoist, I am Zhang Tie," Zhang Tie bowed, "Senior Qiong asked me to come here to discuss the making of magic tools."

“Senior Qiong?” The silly-faced man looked at Zhang Tie carefully after hearing this. Seeing that Zhang Tie was only at the initial stage of foundation building and not very young, he said impatiently, “Alright, I get it.” The man frowned, “With such poor aptitude, I don’t know how Senior Qiong took a fancy to you!”

Before Zhang Tie could say anything, the man interrupted and said, "Take out the materials. This Forging Hall is not a charity organization. Senior Qiong, I can help you make a magic weapon for free, but I don't care about the materials!"

Zhang Tie was full of questions at this moment. Where did this unreasonable disgust come from? Thinking of this, Zhang Tie was unwilling to put up a cold shoulder. He just said "hmm" and then took out the small sword and handed it to him.

The man with a disdainful face suddenly widened his eyes when he saw the small sword in Zhang Tie's hand, and then he wanted to take the small sword very unnaturally. Zhang Tie saw this and knew that the man with a disdainful face was interested in the small sword. Then he smiled with an amused look and said, "Fellow Daoist, do you have any questions about my material?"

Hearing Zhang Tie's tone, the silly-faced man's face suddenly turned red. He could tell at a glance that the material of the small sword was extraordinary. Although the small sword looked ugly, with his many years of experience in refining tools, he could tell at once that the material was an extremely rare type of meteorite iron. Only some ancient treasures would contain a little of this material.

It is difficult for him to improve his weapon refining ability with ordinary materials now. With this material, maybe he can go one step further and become a true weapon refining master. Seeing the silly-faced man blushing and looking speechless, Zhang Tie immediately felt that the man should have a good heart, so he continued to joke, "If you don't say anything, I will leave?"

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t go, don’t go!” Seeing Zhang Tie turning around and leaving, the silly-faced man became anxious and ignored what happened just now. “Brother Zhang, I was wrong. I, Nangong Gangtie, shouldn’t have said such rude words to you. Please forgive me, brother.”

After saying this, Nangong Gangtie was about to kneel down and kowtow to Zhang Tie.

Zhang Tie's expression suddenly changed. He hurriedly grabbed Nangong Gangtie and thought with fear, "Why do you have to kowtow as soon as we meet? If outsiders see it, they will think that I, Zhang Tie, am bullying others by using the identity of Old Man Qiong!"

"Not really, not really," Zhang Tie said with a helpless smile, "Do you have any misunderstandings about me, fellow Daoist?"

Nangong Gangtie scratched his messy hair and said to Zhang Tie with his head down, "Don't be afraid of being laughed at by Brother Zhang. I was actually brought into the sect by Senior Qiong, and have always been Senior Qiong's registered disciple."

“However, although I have a good talent in refining equipment and have reached the late stage of foundation building in my forties, Senior Qiong has always been unwilling to accept me as his disciple!”

"A few days ago I heard that he accepted a disciple. I thought he was a genius, but I didn't expect..." At this point Nangong Gangtie suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing again. He quickly looked up at Zhang Tie in front of him. Seeing that Zhang Tie was still looking at him with a smile, he felt relieved.

Zhang Tie was not angry at all at this time. He had already discovered that Nangong Gangtie was a talented person who was devoted to refining weapons, so he expressed everything in his heart like a child. But how could he live so well in the Yanyue Sect with such a personality?
“Fellow Daoist Nangong, don’t mind it. However, the surname Nangong does sound quite familiar to me. Is it?” Zhang Tie asked doubtfully.

“Yes, it’s like this. I’m from the Nangong family. However, because I look a little rough and only have three spiritual roots, the clan members don’t like me very much. So I ran away from home in a rage. Later, I was chased by Jie Xiu and almost died. Fortunately, I was saved by Senior Qiong.

Nangong Gangtie was so excited when he said this that the flesh on his face began to tremble. "Senior Qiong is my savior. He saw that I had some talent for refining weapons, so he sent me to this refining hall. But after so many years, Senior Qiong still refused to accept me as his apprentice!"

Zhang Tie immediately understood that this Nangong Gangtie was indeed a member of the Nangong family, but he didn't know if he had any connection with Nangong Wan.

"Forget it, it has nothing to do with me." Zhang Tie had no interest in Nangong Wan, so he temporarily put aside this idea. Now I should first create a magic weapon that suits me. Zhang Tie thought secretly.

"Brother, since we are both disciples of the master, I will not be polite with you. I wonder what kind of magical weapon you think you can make with this little sword?"

"This," Nangong Gangtie pondered for a while. He originally wanted to deal with it casually, but Zhang Tie called him "senior brother" all the time, which made him a little proud, so he prepared to make a better magic weapon for Zhang Tie.

"Junior brother, please wait for a few days. Let me think about the plan carefully, and I will give you a reply later."

Zhang Tie nodded in relief and walked out of the cave. Next he had to think about how to improve his cultivation. He had been stuck in the early stages of foundation building for several years.

(End of this chapter)