Artifact Chapter 1: Original Bet

Artifact Refining Master [Rebirth]

by Jing Han

荆寒 (Cold Thorns)

炼器大师[重生]

Year: 2016

Originally published on: WFQZBH

Genre: BL, rebirth, cultivation, refining, tools, creation, system, demonic cultivation, demons

Novel Status in Country of Origin: 78 chapters (Complete)

Translator: Addis

Editor: Karai

~~~~Brought to you by ExR~~~~

SUMMARY:

Due to a single bet, Lu Ming, who was just awarded the title of Best Actor, was brought into a stallion novel, a Xianxia world where refining tools was respected. He was only given a foolishly cute (stupid) system to accompany him. The tragedy was that he transmigrated into the novel’s villain, He Qingci, whose childhood misfortune led to extreme perversion.

This person’s end was inevitably death. His soul flew away and scattered, and he was, without exception, exterminated. 

Lu Ming made up his mind, in addition to getting rid of this annoying family, he decided to become an Artifact Refining Master and get extremely rich. His most important task was to save this untimely blackening disease relapse of a protagonist, Sang Wusheng.

Lu Ming (a healthy shou): Shidi, imagining such things is unacceptable! Blackening is a disease! When Shixiong becomes a god, I will come to save you from the sea of suffering, and hand in hand we will run away and be well-off!

Sang Wusheng: Shixiong, recently my heart is so tired. I’d like to ask for a hug and for you to pamper this protagonist to save me from blackening. Then I will help you sell your God Artifacts, whitewash the villains, and become immortal.

Cultivation Levels: Qi Condensation, Foundation Establishment, Gold Core, Nascent Soul and finally, Immortal Ascension.

Artifact Refining Levels：Mortal Treasure Artifact, Spiritual Artifact, Sacred Artifact, Immortal Artifact, God Artifact.

Chapter 1: Original Bet

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: Karai

 

Above LuoChuan, there was a strange mountain called “Sleepless”. It was a mountain with many layers of rocks and ravines, and it was full of demonic energy and was often infested with monsters and beasts. No one dared to live within a hundred-mile radius, and the world often used the word “Evil Mountain” to call it.

At this time, the location of the top of Sleepless Mountain suddenly erupted with a loud bang. The whole mountain seems to be shaking, ten thousand golden light mixed in the faintly visible black mist. It quickly spread out in all directions, and lit up the entire night sky. It lasted for a long time before it dimmed down and the loud noise subsided. Sleepless Mountain returned to its usual calm.

“He Qingci, do you admit defeat?” A cold and unemotional voice suddenly came from the top of the mountain.

The person who spoke was a man. He was standing at the top of Sleepless Mountain, facing the wind. He was wearing an ink-colored robe, slender and straight, with sideburns like saber cut, eyebrows like ink, handsome cheeks as cold as frost and snow, wearing a gold-edged black jade hair crown. His long black hair was meticulously tied to the back of the head. With the breeze gently fluttering, he had a dry and cold temperament.

More peculiar was that the man’s body was hovering above the black gas, slowly lingering around him. He had a pair of bizarre red pupils, looking like a demon who could not distinguish between good and evil.

About ten meters away from the man, a man in green was on one knee, one hand pressed to the ground, barely holding up his shaky body. The other hand was wiping away the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

After a long time, the man in green clothes hooked up the corners of his mouth and replied with a cold smile, “Sang Wusheng, you have the intention to take my life, and why say more nonsense? I, He Qingci, was defeated by your hand today, so whether you want to kill me or not, I’ll do whatever you want.”

The man called Sang Wusheng stretched out his long sword, pointing directly at He Qingci, his eyes still cold and ruthless, “I only ask you one thing. Thirteen years ago, the day she was killed by you, she had the soul locking streamer I gave her. It is reasonable to say that her soul should not have scattered. Why was there only a corpse left when I found her?”

He Qingci laughed out loud, a trace of viciousness flashed in his eyes. He coldly looked at Sang Wusheng, and spoke maliciously, “The soul locking streamer has been thrown by me into the endless abyss. You want to find it to revive a fading flower? What a dream!”

Sang Wusheng’s eyes flashed with a cold light, and his anger instantly turned into a powerful pressure that rushed straight towards He Qingci. Almost in an instant, He Qingci was bounced five meters away into the huge rocks. Due to the violent impact, combined with the powerful killing Qi, He Qingci suffered serious internal injuries. He could not help but open his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Sang Wusheng said in a cold voice, “Where is she? Tell me and I will spare your life.”

He Qingci got up from the ground, holding up his shaky body, but still said coldly, “In the Endless Abyss, there is no return. Are you afraid to go down and retrieve the Soul Locking Streamer?”

Sang Wusheng’s patience seemed to have reached its limit, he raised his hand, his surging aura filling his hands and flowing into the ancient weapon Artifact – the Qing Li Shen sword. He coldly smiled and said, “Since you want to die so much, I will fulfill the wish for you. “

With his longsword in hand, it whooshed straight into the sky and instantly turned into hundreds of identical long swords. These long swords rotated at high speed in the sky, dotted with golden light that illuminated the entire night sky, and looked like the aurora borealis from afar.

On Sleepless Mountain, hundreds of beasts and demons scrambled out of the dense forest, not daring to get too close. They only dared to watch from afar at this rare wonder of the world.

He Qingci saw the situation, and knew his soul would fly away and be scattered today. He gave a bitter smile, then closed his eyes, waiting for the moment the Qing Li Shen sword would stab into his body.

“The Qing Chi Shen sword will destroy every body within ten thousand miles, and every soul will be scattered.”

Vaguely, He Qingci once remembered Sang Wusheng said this to him. The two were Shixiong brothers then, but today they had become enemies. It was a really twisted fate.

Sang Wusheng reached out and gently lifted his hand, countless Qing Chi Shen swords flew rapidly towards He Qingci. In the blink of an eye, He Qingci was covered with light, and only after a long time did it gradually dissipate. The location where He Qingci was located was now nothing. Only a few traces of black gas were swaying with the wind, as if it just disappeared into thin air.

Sang Wusheng looked at the disappeared person in front of him for a long time. His pair of red pupils  regained the color of ink jade.

At this time, a red-clothed beautiful woman came forward to worship, her voice soft, “Demon King, that He Qingci has now been put to death, when do you want to return to Immortal Realm?”

Sang Wusheng withdrew his gaze, his eyes as calm as water, and replied, “Let’s go now.”

The red-clothed woman answered yes and followed Sang Wusheng respectfully. The two of them walked towards the west with sword in hand and soon disappeared in the night.

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However, what Sang Wusheng could not anticipate was that in another space, He Qingci, who should have died under Qing Li Shen sword, suddenly opened his eyes at this moment.

He Qingci confusedly looked around, a little confused. Didn’t he die long ago in the hands of Sang Wusheng? Why was he now in a cold pool?

He Qingci raised his eyes and saw a small stream coming from the west, which was continuously injecting water into the cold pool. This water was a bit strange. It unexpectedly relieved the sword injury on the body that was stabbed by the Qing Li Shen sword, and was more able to inhibit the demonic qi that kept running around in his body, which was even stronger than an elixir.

“You’re awake.” A warm voice suddenly sounded from behind.

He Qingci pupils tightened, alert to look behind him. Only to see a man in a light blue robe. The corners of his mouth held a light smile, his eyebrows were as warm as jade, and now he was looking at him with a smile.

He Qingci vigilantly said, “Who are you? Why did you save me?”

The man still had the same unperturbed appearance, when he said lightly, “You can call me Ze Yu.”

He Qingci pondered for a moment, his heart a little surprised, tentatively opened his mouth and asked, “You… are the last Immortal Emperor?”

The man nodded slightly, then smiled, “It has been a long time since anyone called me that.”

He Qingci hesitantly said, “I wonder why Immortal Emperor wanted to save me?”

Ze Yu took two steps forward, sat down on a smooth stone bench, and said, “You originally had excellent wisdom and Immortal core, but when you were young you were harmed by your stepmother, destroying your spiritual roots. Over time your mind became deeply demonic, which gradually led you astray. Later, although you had the opportunity, you worshiped a demon cultivator as a teacher, and often killed to rebuild your spiritual roots, yes or no?”

He Qingci calmly looked at Ze Yu and said, “Yes.”

Ze Yu sighed lightly and said, “Although you have accumulated many evil debts, but because you had a moment of good thoughts when you were young. You saved tens of thousands of people in the human world, and the next Immortal Emperor, who is in the human world for tribulation, also happens to be among them. The Immortal Emperor was also able to cross the tribulation and fly to the Immortal world as soon as possible. The work created is far greater than the fault, therefore, your soul’s scattering time has yet to come. If you can let go of your demons, concentrate on your cultivation and accumulate good karma, you will be able to fly to the Immortal Realm and be an Immortal.”

He Qingci smiled and couldn’t help but sneer, “All the suffering I’ve suffered for hundreds of years has long made my heart demons deep. In the most desperate times, there was no one who could pull me out of the sea of suffering. How can I easily let go of all this? This life, I should never ascend.

Ze Yu smiled slightly and said, “The past is all clouds, why do you have to be in the darkness and not see the sun? Everything comes from a different state of mind.”

He Qingci sneered, “If it’s as simple as you say, why not try someone else? If you’ve been suffering as much as I have since childhood, but you can still be proud of the world in the future, then it’s all my fault. He Qingci will definitely concentrate on cultivation from now on, and be kind-hearted. You dare to bet with me?”

Ze Yu was silent for a moment, then his brows and eyebrows showed a kind, smiling expression, “In that case, what’s the harm in gambling with you?”

After saying that, he stretched out his hand, his fingers lightly pinched to divine, and only after a moment said, “Your fate is peculiar and rare in the world, and there is only one person in the world that matches you. “

He Qingci asked with some interest, “Who is he?”

Ze Yu said, “This person’s name is Lu Ming, a native of China, from the human world. On the seventh day of the seventh month, Lu Ming will have a big disaster, and it is difficult to escape. Let him finish the bet for you and me.”

Ze Yu paused and instructed a black-clothed man behind him, “Chu Ji, I leave this matter to you to complete, you can let him know everything about He Qingci himself, but not let him know about our bet.”

The man in black nodded and took out a mirror from his Qiankun pouch. The divine mirror was engraved with the Taiyi Xuan pattern, and the body was made of black sandalwood. The man in black recited a series of words, the mirror emitted a strong golden luster, after the light slowly extinguished, the man in black disappeared.

He Qingci couldn’t help but inquire, “Could this object be one of the ten God Artifacts of the past, the Kunlun Mirror?”

Zeyu nodded and said, “It is exactly the Kunlun Mirror. It can view any person, any thing in the great world, and is more capable of communicating between the two worlds of heaven and man, and has the divine power to break open the time gap.”

He Qingci understood, for some reason, his heart that should be dead inside actually had some vague expectations. If this person could really change his original trajectory, avoiding the fate of his soul flying away and scattering, but instead dashing in the world, and finally reaching  Ascension and Immortality, was this not a kind of salvation?

If he was still unable to avoid this ending, and went with him into the abyss of darkness, unable to escape forever, allowing the mind to control everything, to do many evil things, then, where should he go?

Ze Yu saw He Qingci knitting his forehead and brows, his eyes were obscure and inexplicable, he could not help but sigh softly.

In another time and space, a slender, handsome man was standing in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window, shaking his glass of wine, looking out the window at the neon rainbow lights, not feeling the danger approaching, and not knowing what unimaginable situation would greet him in the future.

 

 

 

 

 

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