Long Ziyu

Sitting in his room, Mo Fan asked, "I screamed with all my might but no one heard me, you guys must've blocked the sound right?"

"Indeed, we did" the voices replied.

Mo Fan nodded as he lay down on his bed and went to sleep. In the middle of the night, he heard rustling sounds around him. Opening his eyes, a large lump appeared underneath his blanket as he felt another person underneath his sheets.

Shaking his head, he smiled bitterly as he closed his eyes again. The next morning, a familiar voice woke him from his slumber. "Young Master, Young Mistress, please wake up" Tang Mei 'er called.

Yawn.

Mo Fan yawned as he scratched his long messy hair before removing his blanket and rubbed Mo Yingyue's head creating a muffling sound.

"Hehe"

Waking up, Mo Yingyue rubbed her eyes as she stared at her brother, "Good morning, ge"

"Morning, Yue er" he replied.

"Ge, something seems different, your body is like steel, when I was hugging you, it felt like I was hugging a rock!" Mo Yingyue complained.

"Haha, sorry about that" he replied.

The twins got off the bed as Mo Fan fixed his messy hair and tied his ribbon back on while Mo Yingyue combed her hair neatly before adding in a couple of hairpins.

They then headed towards the kitchen for breakfast as Tang Mei 'er had just finished setting the table. "Morning" the twins spoke in unison.

"Good morning Young Master, Young Mistress" the latter replied.

The three of them enjoyed their breakfast just as they did the previous night.

Afterward, a familiar silhouette approached them from the front door. "Greetings, master" the twins cupped their hands and bowed as they welcomed their master.

"Good, good, it seems like the three of you have settled in" daoist Li laughed as he stroked his long white beard.

"Oh? Mo Fan, did someone already teach you the ways of a body refiner?" daoist Li asked as he scanned his student's body from head to toe.

"Ah Master, while I was sleeping last night, an old man with a white beard in a black robe taught me a body refining technique in my dreams. I thought it was only a dream until I woke up this morning and realized it wasn't," Mo Fan explained.

Naturally, he couldn't reveal his secret to his Master, not even Mo Yingyue his closest and only remaining family knows. If he were to reveal his secret, the word may spread bringing danger not only to himself, but also to the sect itself.

This wasn't something that Mo Fan wanted, especially after the care that his master had shown him during the past few days.

Stroking his beard, daoist Li laughed before replying "An old man with a white beard in a black robe? Those are some common features, I really do wonder which expert decided to help you"

"It must've been fate for such an expert to have given you his teachings" daoist Li continued.

Mo Fan nodded in agreement while he felt bad on the inside for having to lie to his teacher. "Now then, I will come back in a bit with some things. When I leave, bring Yingyue to my place so that she can cultivate under my guidance" daoist Li said before turning into a wisp of light and shot outside the front door creating a breeze of air that blew their hair back.

When his master was gone, Mo Fan said "Yue er, go and cultivate with master. I'll continue my body refinement on my own at the same time"

Mo Yingyue nodded as she headed for her master's house while Tang Mei 'er cleaned the table.

When the two girls left, Mo Fan headed to the bath and stripped and hung a 'Do not disturb' sign on the door to prevent himself from being distracted during his body tempering.

Jumping into the bath, Mo Fan prepared himself for another round of tempering. "For today, we will be using another drop of a True dragon's blood, since your body has already gotten used to it, the pain won't be anywhere near the previous round" a voice from the Beast Monument spoke

"Got it" Mo Fan replied.

Plop!

A drop of blood fell into the bath as Mo Fan gritted his teeth beforehand. Much to his surprise, the pain was enough for him to bear even without gritting his teeth and clenching his fists.

His body shuddered slightly as beads of sweat dripped down his forehead and into the blood. His body covered in red, as he bore with the pain.

Though the pain wasn't much to him currently, to others who haven't undertaken the body tempering that he has and even those who aren't body refiners, the pain is enough to leave them paralyzed and crying out in pain.

The longer he stayed in the bath, the more True dragon blood his body absorbed, refining his entire body from the flesh to the bones and even the internal organs.

After thirty minutes or so, the entire drop of True dragon blood dried up as Mo Fan opened his eyes and jumped out of the bath.

The dragon symbol on his chest flashed with golden light for a few seconds before digging itself into his flesh, staying out of human eyes.

Feeling that his body became another notch stronger, Mo Fan wore his clothes before heading to the living space where his master had already returned.

"Ah, Mo Fan you're here, take a bottle of this, this, this, that, this, that and that" daoist Li said as he threw a bunch of bottles into Mo Fan's hands.

Mo Fan shook his head helplessly as daoist Li threw a ring at Mo Fan which he caught with his teeth since his hands were occupied.

"Once you can use Qi, put all your belongings into the interspatial ring," daoist Li told him.

"It's a pretty high quality one, so the inside is quite large. One hundred cubic meters of space should last you a couple of hundred years" daoist Li continued.

"Right, I forgot to say, this might be a sword sect but you may choose whatever weapon you prefer. Come have a look at my collection and pick whichever you want" he said.

Daoist Li then flicked his hand as many weapons flew out from his interspatial ring. All kinds of weapons flew out, though many of them were swords since the man himself practiced the sword.

The many weapons that flew out are known as Spiritual Weapons. Every Spiritual Weapon has a grade that corresponds with Spiritual Arts levels, namely being Yellow, Black, Royal, Mystic, Earth, Heaven, and God tiers with each stage being further separated into lower, middle, and peak tier.

Through the years, daoist Li collected many Spiritual Weapons, those of the highest grade that he found were of the middle Black tier. Naturally, he kept one for personal use and planned to give one of such caliber to his disciples.

Mo Fan looked at the floating Spiritual Weapons and held his chin. "Hmm, what should I pick? I do prefer using my bare fists but that's not exactly elegant" he thought.

Suddenly, a certain Spiritual Weapon caught his eye. What seemed to be a simple wooden sword with strange symbols all over it caught his attention.

Feeling a connection to the insignificant wooden sword, Mo Fan made his decision shortly and pointed towards it.

"That? Are you sure? I found it from the corpse of a Spiritual Beast many years ago but couldn't figure it out since. I can tell that it's not simple but it's only at the lower Yellow tier, in fact, it should be at the bottom and not being much different to a mortal's weapon" daoist Li reminded.

Mo Fan shook his head, "It's fine, I've decided on it" he replied.

"Well alright then, now Yingyue of the many that I have only three of them are suitable for females," Daoist Li said.

Taking ahold of the strange wooden sword, Mo Fan bowed to his master before heading into his room with all of his things.

Placing them down, Mo Fan tried to uncover the secret behind the wooden sword. Touching it all over and caressing along the strokes of the wood, he couldn't find anything unusual about it.

"Strange, was I mistaken?" he wondered.

"No, you are correct. Give it a drop of your blood and you'll see" a voice in the Beast Monument suddenly told him.

"Ah? So that's how it is" Mo Fan replied before grabbing a nearby knife and tried to stab himself.

Stab!

"..."

"It's not working… My body is so strong, even I can't hurt myself without using a Spiritual Weapon" Mo Fan frowned.

"Close your eyes, and imagine a drop of blood leaving your body and appearing above your fingertip" the voice spoke again.

Mo Fan nodded as he did exactly as he was told. Opening his eyes, a single drop of blood could be seen above his fingertip.

Looking at his own blood, Mo Fan noticed that his blood was not only red in color but also contained a hint of gold.

Without thinking too much, he dropped his blood onto the wooden sword. His blood seeped into the wooden sword as if it were absorbed.

It showed no signs of changing for a few seconds before the patterns on the wooden sword started glowing and left the wooden sword, floating in the air in front of him.

The words read, 'The great Dao leads to one path, of the three thousand Daos, the sword is a path of its own. The tree of life sprouts once more in the form of a weapon, to each his own and to all that he owns'

The passage of text suddenly disappeared as the insignificant wooden sword began to change shape.

From a sword, it became thin before becoming thick like a broadsword. It then changed into a saber then to a spear, from the spear, it changed into a pole.

The pole changed into a flute while the flute changed into a zither, the zither changed into a guqin before changing into a bow. The wooden sword changed into every imaginable weapon before turning into a common stick that could be found on the ground as it floated in front of Mo Fan.

"What the hell? The wooden sword changed shape so many times and now it's just a stick?" he cried out.

"Hmph who's just a stick?" a mesmerizing female voice retorted.

"What the? The stick is talking?" Mo Fan said in shock.

"Stop calling me a stick, I am a great Weapon Spirit, how dare a mortal refer to me as such" the female voice replied

"A Weapon Spirit? What's that?" Mo Fan asked

"Hmph, since you're my master I'll tell you. A Weapon Spirit is a being that resides inside weapons. A Weapon Spirit is born after many years of being in contact with high levels of Qi"

"Spiritual Weapons that have a Weapon Spirit have much greater power than others of the same grade and unlimited potential. Though in my case, I was originally a Flood dragon that gained a human form after a millennium of cultivation" the Weapon Spirit answered him

"I see, I won't ask you why you turned into a Weapon Spirit since I'm too weak right now, there's no point in knowing," Mo Fan said.

"A smart one huh, that's good. You must know that this weapon I reside in can take the form of many weapons at will. Even within Weapon Spirits, I am greater than most" the Weapon Spirit replied.

"Hmm, do you have a name?" Mo Fan asked.

"A name? In the past my parents named me Long Ziyu, you can call me whatever you'd like" Long Ziyu replied.

"Alright, I'll call you Long Ziyu then, now I'll go find something to do until tomorrow" Mo Fan spoke before jumping off his bed and running into the kitchen to tease Tang Mei 'er.