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An Eight-Grade Weapon with a Two-Colored Weapon Lightning?
An eight-grade weapon represents the pinnacle of weapon refining in the weaponry world. While there is only a single grade difference between the seventh and eighth grades, the disparity is akin to the difference between heaven and earth.
Eight-grade weapons possess not just spiritual qualities but also rudimentary intelligence. In essence, they have a semblance of life, crossing the threshold into the realm of living beings.
The grading of eight-grade weapons is unimaginably stringent. Their quality can no longer be discerned through mere visual inspection; instead, it is determined by the colors of the Weapon Lightning that manifests during their creation.
The higher the quality of the weapon, the more colors are triggered in the Weapon Lightning during its formation. It is said that if a weapon can summon nine-colored Weapon Lightning, it signifies that the weapon has transcended into the ninth grade, capable of wielding the power of creation itself. Such weapons are often deemed divine artifacts.
"Two-colored Weapon Lightning? This trip wasn't in vain after all!"
As the rolling thunderclouds stabilized and settled into two distinct colors, gasps of astonishment rippled through the crowd gathered in the plaza.
Amidst the awe-stricken onlookers, Qiu Yuanqiao's lips curled into a disdainful smirk. Rising slowly, he cast a cold glance at Mo Yu before shifting his gaze toward the group of elders from the Weapon Alliance. His eyes gleamed with mockery.
Sensing his gaze, Elder Bing and the others felt their hearts sink.
"Haha! Esteemed members of the Weapon Alliance, I must apologize. It seems the championship of this year's Refining Convention will belong to me. Hahaha!"
Seeing the darkened expressions of Elder Bing and his peers, Qiu Yuanqiao erupted into arrogant laughter. His unbridled mirth echoed across the plaza, unapologetically brazen.
As his laughter faded, Qiu Yuanqiao flicked his finger. A terrifying beam of light, as if piercing through the heavens, erupted into the sky.
His laughter, sharp and predatory like that of a night owl, resonated across the sky. The dazzling light of the beam illuminated Qiu Yuanqiao's face, making his arrogance even more pronounced.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the massive pillar of light pierced the heavens. The boundless energy contained within left everyone present aghast. Judging from its energy fluctuations, the Bloodlight Demon Scythe surpassed any weapon ever refined in the history of the continent's weapon refiners.
"Qiu Yuanqiao..."
Elder Bing's expression grew graver as his gaze locked onto the figure clad in black. His voice was as cold as frost.
"How could this be? For a mere alchemist to achieve what we, as weapon refiners, could not... It's truly..." muttered the beautiful woman, her tone icy as a glint of fury crossed her delicate face.
"Five Elders, what should we do now?"
Behind Elder Bing and the other four stood a white-robed elder, his face pale with unease. He spoke in a low, hurried voice.
Judging from the current situation, it was evident that Qiu Yuanqiao had come prepared. If he continued unchecked, he might truly claim the tournament's championship. Should that happen, the Weapon Alliance and weapon refiners as a whole would suffer a grave humiliation.
Everyone knew the long-standing animosity between weapon refiners and alchemists, as well as the strained relationship between the Weapon Alliance and the Pill Tower. For someone from the Pill Tower to claim the highest honor of weapon refiners would be an unspeakable farce.
Elder Bing's expression darkened further. His fists clenched tightly before relaxing with a deep sigh. His voice was low and heavy: "Let's wait and see. It's too late to act now. We underestimated our opponent and failed to prepare adequately.
"Although Qiu Yuanqiao hails from the Pill Tower, he is also a weapon refiner and meets all the qualifications to participate in the Refining Convention. If we strip him of his rights in front of such a large audience, not only will the Pill Tower retaliate, but the Weapon Alliance's reputation will also be tarnished."
"Are we just going to let him take the championship?" the white-robed elder asked anxiously.
Elder Bing remained silent, his expression grim. The white-robed elder hesitated, sensing the fury seething within Elder Bing's heart.
On the stone platform, Qiu Yuanqiao gazed at the two-colored Weapon Lightning that had finally stabilized in the sky. His triumphant laughter echoed endlessly, arrogant and unrestrained.
"Haha, Elder Bing, did you see that? I told you this championship would belong to the Pill Tower!
"Weapon refiners are fit only to polish the boots of alchemists. They'll never amount to anything worthwhile. Today, I've proven it. On the Dou Qi Continent, alchemists reign supreme!"
As Qiu Yuanqiao's scornful declaration fell, it was like a bomb detonating among the gathered weapon refiners. His words delivered a heavy blow, infuriating everyone present.
"Damn it! So it really is Qiu Yuanqiao!"
"The highest honor of weapon refiners and the Weapon Alliance has been snatched away by someone from the Pill Tower. What a disgrace!"
"This time, the Weapon Alliance has been trampled thoroughly. After this, some weapon refiners might even begin doubting their own worth. After all, if even alchemists can craft weapons, what's the point of weapon refiners?"
As whispers of indignation filled the plaza, the expressions of many weapon refiners grew increasingly unsightly. Yet, in the face of such humiliation, they could only stifle their rage, unable to take any action.
On another stone platform, Feng Mu and Lan Yingying glared furiously at Qiu Yuanqiao, their faces flushed with anger.
As members of the Weapon Alliance and weapon refiners themselves, Qiu Yuanqiao's actions had trampled on their dignity as well.
But anger alone could not change their predicament. Under the two-colored Weapon Lightning rumbling in the sky, Qiu Yuanqiao stood with unshakable confidence, openly humiliating the Weapon Alliance and weapon refiners alike.
While frustration brewed, Lan Yingying's gaze unconsciously shifted to another stone platform.
There stood Mo Yu, his expression tranquil, as if entirely unaffected by the commotion around him.
On his platform, Mo Yu calmly observed the two-colored Weapon Lightning in the sky. His gaze then shifted to Qiu Yuanqiao, his eyes glinting with a trace of coldness.
Qiu Yuanqiao's earlier mocking remarks had ignited a flicker of killing intent in Mo Yu's heart.
As a dual master of both alchemy and refining, Qiu Yuanqiao had every opportunity to elevate the art of refining. Yet, he chose instead to exploit his status as an alchemist to denigrate and suppress weapon refiners. Such behavior was utterly reprehensible!
For Mo Yu, claiming the Refining Convention championship was no longer just about victory—it was about restoring the dignity of weapon refiners.
Though he could craft an eight-grade weapon, his current strength limited him from surpassing the two-colored Weapon Lightning without deploying the Vermilion Burning Sky Thunder. However, he had prepared a contingency plan for such an occasion.
Mo Yu's eyes narrowed as he flicked his finger. Two specks of shimmering dust emerged from his beast ring and merged into the flames before him.
These were Spirit-Nurturing Dust, a rare substance brimming with spiritual energy. Using it now would undoubtedly yield extraordinary results.
As the powder entered the flames, it quickly dissipated into nothingness.
However, some powerful experts with keen senses could detect that the spiritual energy within the flames of the Mo Yu Furnace had suddenly become much denser in that instant.
Seeing this, many people curiously turned their attention toward Mo Yu's direction.
At this moment, Mo Yu was the only one still refining artifacts in the entire arena. Yet, due to the appearance of the eighth-grade weapon lightning, no one had paid attention to this nearly transparent figure.
But when the spiritual energy surged forth, everyone realized that there was still one participant in this Refining Convention who had yet to showcase their results.
Could this young man possibly create a miracle?
As the spiritual energy erupted, Mo Yu's face grew extremely solemn. A vast, half step eighth-grade soul power burst out without reservation at this moment.
It poured into the flames and, with meticulous precision, controlled the heat. With an extremely cautious pace, he compressed all the spiritual energy into the weapon!
As the powerful soul power cascaded out and the overwhelming energy fluctuations from the furnace became impossible to conceal, Mo Yu became as dazzling as the moonlight, immediately causing an uproar in the audience.
"What a powerful soul power! What terrifying energy waves! What kind of weapon is this youth refining!?"
In an instant, all eyes focused on the youth in the corner, their gazes filled with astonishment.
Under countless gazes, Mo Yu slowly stood up. Above him, thunder rumbled in the sky, and lightning occasionally streaked across, illuminating his young and tranquil face.
As Mo Yu rose to his feet, the countless spectators and even the high-ranking members of the Weapon Alliance shifted their gazes from the thunderclouds above to his figure.
"This youth…"
Qiu Yuanqiao glanced at Mo Yu, his brows furrowing slightly. The once smug and arrogant expression on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by unprecedented seriousness.
This was because the fluctuations coming from Mo Yu's weapon also carried the aura of eighth-grade weapon!
Since when did the Weapon Alliance possess such a young eighth-grade weapon refiner?
However, a cold smirk soon crept onto his lips. Hmph, so what if he refined an eighth-grade weapon?
He refused to believe that someone so young could create a weapon capable of surpassing the two-colored weapon lightning!
Amid the countless gazes filled with varying emotions, Mo Yu remained indifferent, as if he hadn't heard any of it. His expression was calm, his eyes locked intently on the furnace. After a moment, he took a deep breath and abruptly waved his sleeve.
"Clang!"
With Mo Yu's motion, the furnace lid flew open. A terrifying energy wave surged out of the furnace and violently struck the furnace walls, producing a deafening metallic sound.
"Boom!"
Under the intense energy wave, the furnace, despite its high quality, exploded on the spot.
Not only that, but part of the energy wave spread outward, causing several stone platforms near Mo Yu to shatter instantly, sending stone fragments flying everywhere.
"Boom!"
As the shocking energy fluctuations spread, accompanied by the furnace's explosion, a massive black lightning pillar shot skyward with a sharp "whoosh," capturing the astonished gazes of all present.
The lightning pillar soared into the sky, its terrifying radiance visible for miles around. The energy fluctuations within the pillar made many experts tremble with fear.
"This kind of fluctuation…"
On the high platform, Elder Bing's face froze for a moment before he burst into delighted laughter, disregarding decorum. "Haha, eighth-grade! It's an eighth-grade weapon!
This boy truly had some extraordinary encounter. But, I wonder, how many colors of weapon lightning will he summon?"
Beside him, the elegant Cai Ya and others were too shocked to mind Elder Bing's oversight. Their faces were filled with amazement as they observed the powerful fluctuations caused by Mo Yu, their expressions showing a mixture of shock and relief, as if they had narrowly escaped disaster.
An eighth-grade weapon! Even if they lost the competition, this alone was enough to restore some dignity to both the Weapon Alliance and weapon refiners. Otherwise, they would have become the laughingstock of the entire continent.
Meanwhile, Elder Zhu Jian's expression remained grim, his murky old eyes narrowing slightly. As if recalling something, he gazed at Mo Yu with a hint of dangerous coldness.
On the stone platform, as Elder Bing's words fell, at the top of the lightning pillar, strange mist began to rapidly condense in the sky. After a while, it formed into the shape of thunderclouds!
The entire venue fell silent as countless eyes locked onto the surging thunderclouds above.
Under the watchful gazes of the crowd, the thunderclouds churned, and two colors, azure and silver, slowly emerged!
"Two colors! It's also two-colored thunderclouds!"
As they saw the thundercloud's colors, the plaza erupted into exclamations of shock.
"Wait! The thunderclouds are still churning! Another color is appearing!"
Just as these exclamations rang out, cries of astonishment erupted again.
Hearing these cries, many people were startled, quickly focusing on the distant thunderclouds.
Indeed, beneath the azure and silver, a faint crimson began to emerge. Gradually, the red became more vivid, until it was as vibrant as the other two colors!
When the crimson finally appeared, the rolling thunderclouds began to settle, solidifying into three brilliant colors.
"Three-colored thunderclouds!"
The massive plaza fell into stunned silence. Everyone's expressions froze, their faces filled with disbelief.
But only moments later, the entire crowd broke into an uproar.
This kind of phenomenon, almost considered legendary, had now appeared right before their eyes. How could they not be excited and exhilarated?
Everyone now knew that the outcome of this Refining Convention was already decided!
Under the heavens, countless fiery gazes turned to the thin figure standing atop the stone platform. Their fervor reached an almost fanatical level.
Who could have imagined that this Refining Convention, originally seen as a foregone conclusion, would take such an unexpected turn in the hands of this seemingly ordinary young man?
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