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Chapter 416.

"A dagger?"

Wang Feng's thoughts stirred, and from his storage ring, he retrieved the God-Slaughter Dagger he had obtained in the Slaughter City.

"Could it be this one?" he asked calmly.

This God-Slaughter Dagger had originally belonged to the Shadowless Assassin in the Hell Killing Fields. It was astonishingly sharp, capable of slicing through even Wang Feng's resilient skin with ease. Its edge could cut through the hides of even Ten Thousand-Year Soul Beasts effortlessly.

Wang Feng had briefly studied the dagger after obtaining it, recognizing its extraordinary craftsmanship. However, finding little use for it, he had set it aside until now.

"This… this is the God-Slaughter Dagger!"

Qi Lian eyes widened in utter shock as he beheld the weapon. His voice trembled as he asked, "My Lord Pontiff, how do you possess this dagger?"

Taking the dagger in his hands, Qi Lian examined it closely, his expression shifting from disbelief to unrestrained joy. Suddenly, he burst into laughter.

"Ancestors above, we have finally recovered it!"

His excitement upon seeing the God-Slaughter Dagger surpassed even his reaction to the Qiankun Cauldron earlier. His hands trembled with emotion, his joy palpable.

"My Lord White Pontiff, this dagger was the weapon of the Shadowless Assassin, was it not?" Hu Liena asked, astonished. "To think it would turn out to be the lost treasure of the Qi Transformation Sect!"

She vividly remembered witnessing Wang Feng's battle with the Shadowless Assassin, during which this very dagger had been wielded.

Wang Feng nodded slightly, confirming her words.

"Sect Master Qi, it's just a dagger. Why are you so worked up?" Bishop Thomas asked skeptically. Although he could sense the weapon's extraordinary nature, he was puzzled by Qi Lian overreaction. "For a sect like yours, surely a magical weapon is nothing too special?"

"You misunderstand," Qilian Mountain said, wiping away tears of joy. "This dagger is not merely a treasure; it holds the key to the most sacred inheritance of our sect. The 108 Refinement of the Bronze Earth Technique, as I mentioned before, was lost for two reasons. First, no one has been able to comprehend or master it. But second, and more importantly, the method itself was hidden within this very God-Slaughter Dagger!"

Qi Lian expression turned somber as he continued, "Without the dagger, the technique has been lost for generations. Decades have passed, and the art of 108 Refinement of Bronze Earth was on the verge of extinction. Even if no one can learn it, we cannot allow this sacred knowledge to vanish entirely."

Bishop Thomas was stunned. He now understood why Qi Lian had been so insistent earlier—it was a matter of preserving the sect's legacy.

Meanwhile, Wang Feng found himself somewhat amused by the revelation. This feels like something straight out of those ancient wuxia novels… A hidden technique stored in a weapon? Maybe this sect leader was also a transmigrator, he mused inwardly.

"My Lord White Pontiff, your recovery of this God-Slaughter Dagger is an immeasurable favor to us," Qi Lian said with solemn gratitude. "Even if the other conditions are not fulfilled, our Qi Transformation Sect would owe an eternal debt to the Soul Hall. Whatever you may ask of us in the future, we will never refuse."

Wang Feng waved his hand dismissively. "Let's not –talk about future favors just yet. I'm curious about your 108 Refinement of the Bronze Earth Technique. If the method is truly within this dagger, can you extract it and show me?"

Hearing this, Qi Lian nodded confidently. "Of course!"

Without hesitation, he placed the God-Slaughter Dagger into his martial soul, the Hundred-Refined Cauldron.

The eight soul rings surrounding Qi Lian lit up in succession as he channeled his soul power. His palms moved in a series of swift and precise motions, slapping against the cauldron's surface.

Each strike caused the cauldron to tremble violently, the sound echoing like thunder. After a brief moment, a faint red light emerged from within the cauldron.

As the trembling subsided, the dagger vanished entirely, leaving only a strip of black cloth within the cauldron.

Qi Lian retrieved the cloth –with care, his face alight with joy. "Indeed! The method of 108 Refinement of the Bronze Earth Technique was hidden within the dagger all along!"

Wang Feng: "…"

That's it? he thought, slightly dumbfounded. So simple?

Wang Feng knew that if he had tried this with the Qiankun Cauldron, the dagger might have transformed into a soul crystal instead.

"No need to worry, My Lord White Pontiff," Qi Lian said, handing the black cloth to Wang Feng. "But I must warn you, this technique is incredibly demanding. Without the Bronze Earth Cauldron Martial Soul, it's impossible to fully utilize it. Even comprehending it is a challenge."

Wang Feng examined the cloth. It was covered with densely packed white characters—clearly mantras or instructions—written in a style that made them difficult to decipher.

"108 Refinement of the Bronze Earth Technique," Qi Lian began, his tone reverent. "It's an ancient art that allows the user to refine materials through precise control of their cauldron, without the need for physical movement. Its methods are intricate and profound, almost bordering on the miraculous."

As Wang Feng studied the cloth, he was struck by a sudden realization. His gaze froze as if he had uncovered something extraordinary.

"My Lord White Pontiff?" Qilian Mountain asked, noticing Wang Feng's stillness.

Before Wang Feng could respond, a disciple approached, carrying a wooden tray. On the tray lay a piece of Thousand-Year Blood Iron, its blood-red surface gleaming faintly.

"Sect Master, I've brought the Thousand-Year Blood Iron," the disciple said respectfully.

Taking the rare material, Qi Lian hesitated. Refining the Thousand-Year Blood Iron into a usable form required weeks of meticulous work with the Hundred-Refined Cauldron. It was a task even the Qi Transformation Sect considered arduous.

But before he could say anything further, Wang Feng casually waved his hand.

The Thousand-Year Blood Iron flew into the Qiankun Cauldron.

The moment it entered, the cauldron began to tremble violently. A radiant halo emerged from its surface with each vibration, illuminating the intricate patterns etched upon it.

The resonant hum of the cauldron echoed through the entire Qi Transformation Sect, as though the Qiankun Cauldron were alive and forging the material of its own accord.

Qi Lian eyes widened in shock.

"This… This is the 108 Refinement of the Bronze Earth technique!" he exclaimed in disbelief. "How is this possible? This technique requires the Bronze Earth Cauldron Martial Soul, years of study, and countless attempts to master! How could it manifest so perfectly… and so effortlessly?"

Standing in stunned silence, Qi Lian could only murmur, "Unbelievable…"

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