Chapter 243 Three Tests

Zhang Ye came all the way here just to get the ascension drawings, but you said you couldn't give them to me. Are you kidding me?

Zhang Ye patiently asked, "Why not?" Zhang Ye is not only the chosen military master selected by the Tiangong clan, but also the only ten-star blacksmith in the entire cultivation world. If anyone can build the ascension platform, only Zhang Ye .

The clan leader cupped his hands: "Master Zhang, don't get me wrong. You are the Chosen War Master and a ten-star blacksmith. We also hope that you can build the ascension platform." The clan leader paused, "However, the drawings of the ascension platform, We don’t. Only if you pass the test of the Tiangong Ancestors will the Tiangong Ancestors give you the drawings of the ascension platform.”

"Ancestor Tiangong is still alive?" Zhang Ye was shocked.

"The ancestor of Tiangong has passed away long ago, but he left a trace of his will to test the final candidate." The white-bearded patriarch explained, and then said, "If Master Zhang wants to build an ascension platform, he must participate in the ancestor's test. If No, I, the Tiangong clan, have prepared delicacies to welcome Master Zhang from afar."

The patriarch said this not only to explain that this process must be implemented, but also to save Zhang Ye's face.

Zhang Ye was not in the mood to eat, drink or have fun, so he immediately said, "Let's start testing now."

Zhang Ye did not rely on his status as a ten-star blacksmith to show off. The white-bearded clan leader was somewhat approving and said: "In that case, Master Zhang, please follow us to the Babel Tower."

Needless to say, Zhang Ye also knew that the Tower of Babel must be the tall tower building in the center of the city. The pangolin also wanted to follow, perhaps interested in the tower building with the same name as it, but Zhang Ye told it to stay put. After all, the pangolin is now too big.

After flying over the city, the clan leader introduced the city.

This city is called Tiangong City. This place existed when the Tiangong clan was born. Since its development, millions of clan members live in it, and all of them are good at forging.

The Tiangong Clan in the Southern Territory, which was destroyed by the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance, has actually been deserted for a long time. It is just a platform for contact with the world of cultivation. Whether it exists or not, it does not matter to the Tiangong Clan.

Flying high in the sky, for some reason, the Tiangong clan members at their feet knew that Zhang Ye was coming. The older girls and younger wives waved handkerchiefs and cheered. The Tiangong clan admired the blacksmith master the most.

Zhao Tiezhu approached Zhang Ye with an envious look on his face: "Master Zhang, look how popular you are with beauties, you make others envious."

Zhang Ye looked at the standard physical features of the Tiangong tribe, which could not be said to be beautiful. He resisted the urge to vomit and looked into the distance.

"By the way, Master Zhang, how did you know we were here?" The clan leader chatted for a while and asked the most curious question.

Zhang Ye was silent for a moment and did not say anything about the monster clan: "A few days ago, it was suspected that monks from the Tiangong clan were purchasing supplies and then disappeared in the Nanjia Mountain area. I guess you are hiding in some small universe, so with the help of my The spiritual beast, the Void Pangolin, dug through more than thirty small worlds to get here."

The clan leader thought that his subordinates were still not careful enough and would have to pay more attention in the future, but Zhang Ye was really capable.

Arriving at the Babel Tower, there are nine floors in total. The first six floors are the tribe's office area. On the last three floors, the clan leader and a series of elders stayed behind: "Master Zhang, I can't accompany you on the upper three floors. Only the Chosen Soldiers can go with you." Only the master is qualified to take the test, one test at a time. Each time you pass a layer, you can open the door to the upper level. When you reach the top, you can get the forging blueprint of the ascension platform."

"This is the only way to obtain the blueprints. If Master Zhang cannot obtain the approval of the Tiangong ancestors, there is nothing we can do."

Zhang Ye nodded and suddenly said: "Can't we just lift the top of the tower and get the blueprint of the ascension platform?"

No matter it was the clan leader or all the elders present, there was a deathly silence. But there was a storm in their hearts. Damn it, why haven't they thought of this method for so many years?

Although the ancestral rules cannot be broken, the rules are dead and people are alive. If we get the blueprints, one generation will not be able to do it. After several generations, the ascension platform may have been built long ago and the mission of the Tiangong clan has been completed. Why bother? Spending thousands of years looking for the chosen warrior master?

It's like solving an arithmetic problem. You listed countless formulas and filled three pages of draft paper, only to find that the answer is zero.

It must feel uncomfortable in my heart.

Seeing the strange expression on the Tiangong clan, Zhang Ye thought he had said something wrong, so he ran upstairs to accept the test without further delay.

"Patriarch, do you think it is possible for Master Zhang to pass the test of the Tiangong ancestors?" Zhao Tiezhu looked at Zhang Ye's disappearing back and asked quietly.

"Although countless chosen warrior leaders have failed, Master Zhang is different from ordinary people. I believe he can do it." The clan leader paused, "Even if it doesn't work, I think it is not impossible to demolish the top of the tower."

After saying that, everyone was dead silent again.

…

Zhang Ye came to the seventh floor and was ready to accept the first test.

There seemed to be no windows on this floor, and it was pitch black. However, the monk's eyes and mind were very good, and he could see as if it were daylight.

There was nothing extra on the whole floor, and it was very empty. Just when Zhang Ye was wondering how to accept the test, suddenly, the whole room lit up, and a person appeared out of thin air.

This person has some immortal spirit. Well, he is much shorter than the imagined immortal spirit. He has high cheekbones and a white beard, but his eyes are very bright. I only heard him say: "The first test, and I'll try to forge a magic weapon."

Zhang Ye felt curious: "Senior, is he the ancestor of Tiangong?"

"Yes, but no." The old man said expressionlessly, "I am the forging soul of Tiangong. You need to defeat me to be qualified to go up."

Zhang Ye: "How to compete?" This forging soul is just a shadow and cannot be forged at all, right?

The old man waved his hand, and an array of strange materials and forging tools appeared out of thin air: "Although they are all virtual, everything imitates reality. Use these to compete with me to see who can forge the highest level magic weapon!"

Zhang Ye was very interested and tried to get these materials. Although they were all fictitious, the touch was very real. Moreover, an idea came to him about what materials or things he wanted.

At present, Zhang Ye does not know how to build Taoist weapons. In order to be able to defeat Tiangong, he plans to build divine weapons. Although each artifact can only appear once in the world, this is virtual forging, so it is okay.

Zhang Ye had an idea, found the required materials, and started forging.

Even though it is all fiction, it still tests the blacksmith's true ability. If the control is not good, it is very likely that all previous efforts will be wasted.

Zhang Ye's reputation as a ten-star blacksmith is not in vain. He handles every material accurately, and Tiangong's forging soul is even more skillful.

The process of master duel is a kind of enjoyment and a kind of learning. Zhang Ye looks at Tiangong's forging from time to time. The ancient techniques are more pure and rhythmic, which makes Zhang Ye amazed.

Gradually, Zhang Ye's techniques also incorporated a touch of heavenly forging techniques.

Not long after, Tiangong forged a sword. To be precise, it was a four-foot-three-inch sword, taller than Tiangong himself. Even an eight-foot strong man can wield such a long sword only with unique techniques or swordsmanship.

Although this sword is too long to have any friends, it is truly a top-grade holy weapon. Zhang Ye even has a vague feeling that if this sword wins the luck of a certain great domain, it might as well become a Taoist weapon.

Zhang Ye's magic weapon has also been forged. It is an iron token, which is the life and death talisman that once saved Zhang Ye's life. He can create two kinds of artifacts, one is the life and death talisman, and the other is the lucky bag, but Zhang Ye is vaguely aware of the I feel that the life and death talisman is of a higher level.

While Zhang Ye was looking at Tiangong's sword and thinking, Tiangong was also looking at Zhang Ye's life and death talisman. After a long time, Tiangong said: "Sacred weapon?"

Zhang Ye was shocked. This was the first time he heard the word "artifact" from someone else, even though it was a person who had been dead for an unknown number of years.

"Senior has good eyesight." Zhang Ye sighed sincerely.

Tiangong's forging soul didn't say much, just said: "I lost, you can go to the upper level."

After saying that, the forging soul disappeared, along with all the virtual items, and the entire floor became empty again.

Zhang Ye asked: "Senior, can I still see you?" It is a very helpful thing to communicate with the ancient forging masters.

But no matter how Zhang Ye shouted, Tiangong's forging soul never appeared again, and a golden light curtain appeared on the wall, which was the entrance to the eighth floor.

Zhang Ye sighed and had to complete the test first.

The eighth floor, similar to the seventh floor, was still dark and empty. Zhang Ye had gained experience and did not look around. He calmly waited for the test to come.

A bright light flashed, and Tiangong's shadow appeared again. Zhang Ye smiled and said: "Senior, why bother so much? Can't we just go through all the tests just now?"

"I am the soul of conscience of Tiangong, and I am responsible for the second test." Although he still looks like Tiangong, he is no longer the same person as before.

Zhang Ye felt a little disappointed, but still handed over his hand: "Junior, I am ready to accept the test at any time."

The appearance of the soul of conscience was more benign than that of the forging soul. He showed a kind smile and waved his hand, and Zhang Ye appeared in a human market.

Zhang Ye understood that this was fabricated again.

So Zhang Ye reached out and poked a big man passing by. The big man got furious and said, "You pervert, believe it or not, I will kill you!"

Zhang Ye apologized repeatedly. It seems that this fictional thing is no different from reality.

At this time, Tiangong's voice was heard: "In this test, there will be some emergencies to test your conscience."

Zhang Ye didn't take it to heart. He had received good citizen banners from Tiandao City several times. How could he not have a conscience?

At this moment, the sound of gongs and drums rang out on the street, and pedestrians gathered around to watch.

"Everyone who is passing by, come and take a look. This is the new beauty from Chunfeng Tower. She is still a young girl. Which uncle wants to get the first blood?" The Madam greeted the passers-by and said, She lifted a woman's red hijab.

The woman's hands were tied and her eyes were a little red. She might have just cried, but her look was even more pitiful.

"Wow...Fairy!" The men who stopped to watch had blood on their heads, um, every one of them, exclaiming and drooling.

Zhang Ye was also stunned on the spot. He was not attracted by the woman's beauty, but because he knew this woman. Although he had only met her once, he remembered that wasn't she Xiao Ruolan from the Xiuzhen family when he asked for directions?

This woman was also capable of cultivation, but she was sealed with magical power. At this moment, she was no different from a weak woman in the mortal world.

Just listen to the Madam continue to say: "Oh, you guys are so discerning, this is really a fairy descending to earth..."

The men laughed loudly and wiped their saliva: "I want this fairy!" Everyone started bidding, weighing the body of the female monk with gold and silver.

Zhang Ye was a little angry, not at everyone's behavior, because he knew it was all fiction, but at Tiangong's soul of conscience. He scolded: "Are you peeping into my consciousness?"

Tiangong's voice sounded: "I didn't read your consciousness, the whole scene was imagined by you."

Zhang Ye was stunned for a moment. Zhang Ye had really thought about this scene. When Zhang Ye came into contact with the Xiu Zhen family named Xiao, he saw them looking like they were facing a formidable enemy, and his imagination opened up and he imagined a scene.

The specific idea is that the woman named Xiao was forcibly abducted, but if the woman named Xiao refused to obey, her cultivation was sealed and sold to a brothel in the mortal world as punishment.

Zhang Ye just thought about it casually at that time. Unexpectedly, Tiangong used this as a test for Zhang Ye.

…

Those vulgar men were like vicious dogs after seeing delicious food, howling and barking, saliva dripping on the ground; and the female cultivator surnamed Xiao, whose cultivation was sealed, was like fish on a chopping board, ready to be slaughtered. I feel pity for you.

At this moment, the female cultivator surnamed Xiao suddenly saw Zhang Ye, as if she had grasped a life-saving straw, her expression was excited, but she opened her mouth silently: "Help me!"

Although all this is fiction, Zhang Ye can't stand it anymore.