Heaven's White Crane

"Master Ouyang, please smith a divine weapon for me!"
"Master Ouyang, you're the only person who can forge a weapon with seven attributes. Please make my dream come true!"
"Master Ouyang, could you..."
"Ouyang my *ss! My surname is Ou!"
Ou Yangming was an orphan who was adopted by a reputable old blacksmith from a military camp. After working as a helper under the old man for years, he was given a chance to acquire the Military Fire—a trait allowing him to smith and restore equipment with the Military Fire produced from his hands.
Gifted with mental power, Ou Yangming controlled his Military Fire unusually well and was also strangely talented in martial arts. On top of it, he could also attach Unique Attributes into weapons with a hundred-percent success rate. Those who belittled Ou Yangming because of his background and age eventually honored him so much that they would do anything to get their hands on his equipment.
Little did Ou Yangming know that as he slowly unfolded the mysteries of the Military Fire and his mental power, he was advancing step by step on the immortal path to Heaven!

Immortal Path to Heaven

Ou Yangming brought Big Yellow into the crystal wall, whereas Immortal Fox returned helplessly to the peak but realized that Ghost Mo, the Insects' top-grade spirit beast, had left discreetly.

Nonetheless, Ghost Mo's leaving did not catch anyone's attention because there were no restraints in this place. In particular, the 10,000 Beasts Venerable One had once said that every top-grade spirit beast in the Spiritual Realm could head to the peak to seek pieces of equipment and come and go as they wished.

When the other equal-ranked spirit beasts questioned Immortal Fox, it told them the truth, but it could not be bothered if they believed it or not.

After entering the crystal wall and retracing his steps back to the starting point, Ou Yangming's eyes tensed up because he saw a powerhouse that should not appear here.

The 10,000 Beasts Venerable One—the formidable Venerable One—was quietly waiting with a serious look on its face.

An Invitation From A Sect