Chapter 120 - A Terrifying Powerful Being a Thousand Years Ago
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“Connate pattern?” Su Zimo frowned in deep thoughts.
The disheveled old man continued, “The broken segments on the Mystic Gold Silk Armor are the connate patterns. Since it’s connate, postnatal Weapon Refinement Masters are not able to create it, no matter how powerful they are.”
Su Zimo gradually returned to his senses. Shocked, he could not help but ask, “Master, what you mean to say is that the Mystic Gold Silk Armor is a connate spirit weapon?”
“It was.”
The disheveled old man drowned in reminiscence as he related slowly, “It was said that a thousand years ago, the Mystic Gold Silk Armor was one of the strongest defensive spirit weapons and was well known through the cultivation world. However, it was met with catastrophic damage and its five postnatal spirit patterns were destroyed, leaving only the connate pattern that was broken into several segments.”
“Since a connate spirit weapon is so strong, what destroyed it?” Su Zimo could not help but ask.
“There are many things that can.”
“Yes.”
Su Zimo could clearly sense the disheveled old man’s care and love for him – that couldn’t be faked.
After a deep bow, Su Zimo left on his flying sword.
The disheveled old man frowned as he looked at Su Zimo’s back view.
Actually, he had already been looking for advanced tempering techniques outside from the moment Su Zimo cultivated his Level 3 Spirit Fire because he wanted to help the latter raise his weapon refinement skills.
However, most of the tempering techniques were secrets of the sects and it was difficult for outsiders to obtain them.
“Sigh, the pearl is covered in dust. It’s a pity,” The disheveled old man sighed silently. He pondered about how he should go about looking for a suitable tempering technique for Su Zimo after the five peaks face-off was over.
All of a sudden!
The disheveled old man’s expression changed as he recalled an almost neglected detail.
The Mystic Gold Silk Armor had a weight of 5 tons. As a Level 8 Qi Refinement Warrior, how did Su Zimo manage to stuff it inside his storage bag?
The more the disheveled old man thought about it, the more he felt that something was amiss. After pacing back and forth for a long time, he decided to abandon the thought of asking Su Zimo about it.
“Looks like this disciple of mine isn’t that simple either.”