The Romance of the Immortal Cauldron

The man in the colorful brocade robe with the highest cultivation level nodded slightly and then turned his gaze to Matthew.

There was an imperceptible depth in his eyes.

After looking Matthew up and down, the man in brocade robe showed a faint smile on his face.

He clasped his fists towards Matthew in a very elegant manner and said calmly, "My name is Xiang Tianwen, nice to meet you, Fellow Daoist Li."

After saying that, he walked lightly to Bian Chengren's seat and sat down.

His movements revealed a calm demeanor, as if everything was under his control.

"Friend Xiang should be the one who can make the decision." Matthew said after bowing politely.

"There are three hall masters in the Demon Subduing Hall, and I am one of them. Fellow Daoist, why don't you tell me about me?"

Xiang Wentian leaned back in his chair, speaking softly, as if he was in charge.

"It's still the same condition. Find me a weapon refining master. I will take action against the Black Evil Cult once." Matthew said calmly.

Xiang Wentian raised his eyebrows slightly and his gaze stayed on Matthew for a moment.

He was naturally very clear about the strength of the Black Evil Cult, but looking at Matthew's appearance, it seemed that dealing with the Black Evil Cult would be a very easy task.

This made Xiang Wentian feel a little suspicious.

"There is indeed a master of refining in this hall, and his skills are extraordinary. He has successfully refined two replicas of the Tongtian Lingbao." Xiang Wentian said slowly.

There was a hint of pride in his voice.

As he spoke, he pointed at the unusually tall, black-faced man.

The big man was of sturdy build, and exuded a strong aura, like an unshakable mountain.

When he came in, Matthew paid special attention to this person.

"Brother Sikong, you can talk to Fellow Daoist Li first." Xiang Wentian turned to the dark-faced man and said softly.

The tone was gentle, without a hint of command.

Xiang Wentian's words surprised Matthew a little. He didn't expect the other party to act so quickly and bring the weapon refiner over.

After hearing what Xiang Wentian said, the dark-faced man nodded, took a step forward, clasped his fists towards Matthew and said, "My name is Sikong Yan, nice to meet you, Fellow Daoist Li."

The sound was like a huge bell. Even though he didn't raise his voice deliberately, the sound still echoed in the cave.

Matthew looked at Sikong Yan in front of him with calm eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Sikong, please take a seat." Matthew smiled slightly and motioned for the other party to sit down.

After Sikong Yan sat down, Matthew immediately sent a message to him.

His request was simple, he just wanted to repair his own natal magic weapon.

The Hunyuan Wuchan Sword was severely damaged and he himself was unable to repair it.

After much thought, the only option is to come to the Demon Subduing Hall to seek help.

"Repair your own magic weapon?" After hearing Matthew's voice transmission, Sikong Yan frowned slightly, seeming a little surprised.

Seeing this, Matthew nodded and said, "That's right, my life treasure is damaged and I can't repair it myself."

Sikong Yan was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke: "Fellow Daoist Li, your life magic weapon is seriously damaged. I need to see the specific situation before deciding whether I have the ability to repair it."

Matthew nodded and summoned a protective shield to cover the two of them.

Then he took out the Hunyuan Wuchan Sword and handed it to Sikong Yan.

Sikong Yan took the flying sword and examined it carefully.

"What a sword!"

After just a few glances, Sikong Yan couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

Since he is a master of weapon refining, he must have this kind of vision.

It can be seen that the materials used for Matthew's natal magic weapon are very rare.

However, his brows furrowed and his expression became serious.

Obviously the situation is not optimistic.

After a moment, Sikong Yan sighed, returned the Hunyuan Black Toad Sword to Matthew and said, "Friend Li, your life treasure is indeed seriously damaged. I need some time to find a way to repair it. However, I cannot guarantee success."

"Also, it will take me some time to sort out the materials needed to repair the magic weapon. If I have them, you only need to pay me the spirit stones. If not, you will need to find a way on your own."

Sikong Yan's words made Matthew's heart sink, but he didn't show it on his face.

Matthew put away the Hunyuan Wuchan Sword and removed the protective shield.

The rest of the people looked at the two with curiosity.

"Give me a quarter of an hour." Sikong Yan said.

No one else had any objection to this.

After saying that, Sikong Yan took out a jade slip and placed it on his forehead.

Everyone in the Demon Subduing Hall knew that this was Sikong Yan’s habit when he took out the jade slip.

Xiang Wentian also released a protective shield to cover Sikong Yan, allowing him to handle things in peace.

Xiang Wentian was talking to Matthew in a disjointed manner.

All he got was information about where Matthew had practiced before and who his master was.

Matthew fended off all these questions by using his identity as a casual cultivator.

He is just a casual cultivator, so how could he have a master?

As for the place for cultivation, he wandered everywhere and had no fixed place at all.

"This is..."

When Matthew took out the Hunyuan Black Toad Sword and showed it to Xiang Wentian, a look of surprise appeared on the other's face.

What surprised Xiang Wentian was not the flying sword itself, but the finger-sized hole on it.

"You have fought with people from the Black Evil Sect!" Xiang Wentian asked after taking a deep breath.