Chapter 3 Weapon Refining Method ( Part One)


    Zen didn''t care about being relegated to a ve, or being a punchbag for children of the Luo n, or


    even losing the Magical Pill, which he was robbed of by Perrin.


    His biggest weakness was his sister, Yan Luo!


    Yan Luo was the only hope for the oldest branch of the Luo family. Extraordinarily talented, she left


    home at the age of thirteen when Cloud Sect selected her as a disciple. She survived the coup within


    the Luo n for this reason.


    In the past two years, Zen, as a ve, was unable to learn anything about his sister''s whereabouts.


    Now that Perrin hadmented about Yan''s current situation, Zen found himself feeling anxious about


    her well-being.


    Lost in thoughts of his sister, Zen was vulnerable and took several devastating blows from the Luo


    children. He finally gained control of his mind after several whacks.


    In the evening, Zen returned to the cer. He limped as excruciating pain flooded through his body.


    "This drug will help you recover!" The steward for the Luo n threw the drug at Zen before turning to


    leave.


    After all, human punchbags were not made of steel. If they didn''t get the wound healing medicines,


    they would die from internal injuries after a few days. So the steward distributed drugs to the ves to


    help them recover as soon as possible.


    However, these healing drugs were not very effective.


    Zen opened the paper bag and was astonished to see only one pill inside. "Darren Fang! Why do I only


    have one pill today?" Zen asked.


    "You should be grateful for what you have now. What''s the issue? Is it not enough for you?" The


    steward mocked.


    "It is stipted that three healing pills be distributed to each ve every day. But now there is only one.


    Obviously, you are embezzling the pills. It''s a felony to embezzle from the Luo family. How dare you do


    that, Darren Fang? Aren''t you afraid of death?" Zen shouted as he fixed his eyes on Darren Fang.


    "Hey! Of course, I am afraid of death, but I''m not afraid of you. You are just a ve. What can you do?


    You want to rebel? I hate your attitude. Do you still think of yourself as the young master? Look in the


    mirror and face your reality, Zen. Ha ha ha!" Darren didn''t quite like Zen and took this opportunity to


    inflict insult on the former young master.


    After hearing these words, Zen calmed down instead of getting angry. Zenposed himself before


    ring at Darren Fang. He intended to convey his hate through his clear eyes, unflinching re, and


    expressionless face.


    The effect was achieved as Darren Fang felt ufortable when he saw Zen''s reaction. When he


    noted the fire dancing in Zen''s eyes, he got scared. Instead of backing off, Darren walked up to Zen


    and poked Zen''s chest as he said, "What are you staring at? You want a piece of me? Do you think you


    can take me?"


    Zen emitted an intense power from his chest all of a sudden. Darren''s body trembled as the power


    spread throughout his whole body. It wasn''t long before Darren Fang''s knees gave way and he


    staggered before falling to the ground.


    "You ... You ... you are a ve. Do you want to rebel?" Darren Fang stood up and tried to be


    authoritative. However, his panicked expression conveyed his true feelings.


    Zen took two steps forward, cracked his knuckles, and snapped back, "A steward who isn''t even a


    member of the Luo n dares to be so arrogant? Do you think I will not beat you?"


    Darren Fang did not want to stay in this situation any longer. So he turned and fled as soon as


    possible. He red at Zen as soon as the cer''s iron gate snapped close.


    "Viinous behavior!" "Viinous behavior?" Zen sneered as he shook his head. He didn''t feel as


    though the steward was worth his time.


    He sat down quietly, took out the fire starter to ignite the oilmp, and turned a few pages of the book


    hastily. Zen was frustrated as he couldn''t focus. His thoughts kept drifting back to his sister, Yan and


    what Perrin had said.


    ''I cannot stay here anymore.'' Zen frowned as he thought about his dilemma. ''I have just reached the


    flesh refining level. It will be hard for me to leave this cer, let alone go to Cloud Sect to rescue Yan.''


    Zen paced in the small cer. His chest tightened and his heart beat quickened. He looked like a


    restless beast trying to find a way out.


    Over the past two years, Zen hade to ept his fate. He had not been motivated to think of


    alternatives. As time passed, he felt stripped of his talent and confidence.


    This eventually led toplete disbelief in his powers. Zen stood in the center of the room rationalizing


    with himself. ''I''m a ve now. Years of being forced to be the human punchbag for children in the Luo


    n has weakened me. What''s worse is that my daily injuries have prevented me from practicing when


    I return to the cer. But if I stay here, I will be killed by one of these children sooner orter. I need to


    take drastic measures.''


    The more he thought about it, the more anxious Zen became. He cast his gaze toward the table where


    the dreadful book, Heavenly Principlesy quietly.


    "This damn book is nothing but a bunch of life theories. And so far, none have worked out for my father,


    nor me. Reading it does me no good. Why should I keep reading it?" Anger and helplessness


    consumed Zen. He stomped toward the book, grabbed it from the table, and held it over themp till it


    began to sizzle and crackle.


    A smile grew on Zen''s lips as the book was ignited.


    However, a momentter, Zen regretted his action. He whispered in despair, "Zen, Zen, why did you


    bother to get angry at a book?" Looking at the burning book, Zen regretted,ining, "This book


    teaches people to be good. It tells people what is shameful and wrong, as well as what is wise and


    right. The book cannot be med for adversities. You should me yourself for not being strong


    enough, for being like a littlemb that is easily controlled by others."


    Unfortunately, by then the book had be a pile of ashes.


    Suddenly, Zen saw a ray of golden light sh from the ashes. For a moment, Zen was dumbstruck.


    "What is that?"


    Zen pushed the ashes aside, and picked up the small piece of gold that had emitted the ray of light.


    Zen studied the thin gold foil.


    He hadn''te across this gold foil when he was reading this book. Presumably it had been hidden in


    the inneryer of the book.


    ''What is the use of a piece of gold foil?


    For a great family like the Luo n, gold is as worthless as y.''


    However, when Zen focused on the gold, a strange vision appeared!


    The gold foil was engraved with countless words, shaped like tadpoles. Zen didn''t understand any of


    them.This content is ? N?velDrama.Org.


    As his eyes swept across the gold foil, it disintegrated in his hands. Thousands of small pieces of gold,


    each carrying a word came flying toward him.


    Face, eyes, neck, arms, body, legs ...


    Every part of Zen''s body was covered by these small gold fragments.