WDMJST 13

Chapter – 13

Martyrdom Forged into a Divine Weapon

A figure had just been resurrected inside a cave dwelling and immediately dashed toward the Weapon Refining Pavilion.

It was the same player who had previously been refined as the “alchemical catalyst” — Ji.

As he ran, he quickly typed messages into the guild chat.

【Ji: @Shi Gantang, I’m here! Sorry, I was just helping someone with a pill offering — got delayed! You saved the ‘medicine guide’ job for me, right?】
【Shi Gantang: Hurry up! We’ve been waiting just for you!】

At this moment, Su Ling’er’s gaze was fixed on the corner of the Refining Pavilion.

Lin Qingfeng, noticing where she was looking, revealed a faintly proud expression on that face that always liked to pretend to be profound.

After all, this was a player-created cultivation method officially recognized by the system!

Clearing his throat, he began to explain to Su Ling’er:

“This is a supreme body-tempering technique, created by our sect disciples themselves outside the myriad known methods — the ‘Sword Refining Art.’
It’s not something Elder Qian taught us — we developed it ourselves!”

Su Ling’er silently rolled her eyes.

Created themselves?

In this world, what cultivation method wasn’t derived from the few surviving fragments of the Primordial Dao Canon?

So-called “self-created” usually just meant “extended or reinterpreted” from existing remnants.

Even the most brilliant geniuses of the past who attempted to create new techniques often met divine punishment — such defiance of heaven rarely ended well.

There was no way this shady-looking demonic sect had actually enlightened itself into discovering a true new Dao path… right?

But still… “Sword Refining Art”?

Why was something named after the sword actually a body-tempering technique?

What did that mean?

As if reading her confusion, Lin Qingfeng explained further:

“Weapon forging means tempering something over and over until it transforms — reborn into a divine weapon.

Our sect’s Sword Refining Art follows the same principle.

We take the world as our furnace, our own body as the weapon.

Flesh and bone are the sword embryo; veins and meridians, the engravings to be carved.

Pain is the flame; hardship, the hammer.

Ultimately, when one reaches the highest realm, this mortal body shall be tempered into a living human sword!”

Su Ling’er listened to his eloquent speech and had to admit — it sounded rather mystical.

It was an ancient demonic sect after all. With such a long and twisted lineage, nothing would surprise her.

Still, the idea of turning a person into a literal sword felt absurd.

Yet… she wanted to see this so-called Sword Refining Art with her own eyes.

Just then, something strange happened in the corner.

The disciple who had willingly lain upon the forging platform was now tightly bound with iron chains at his limbs and torso — completely immobilized.

But his expression wasn’t one of fear — rather, it radiated the serenity and determination of one journeying to a sacred realm.

“Shi Gantang, are you ready?”

The disciple named Shi Gantang checked his mental and body-tempering stats, then shouted hoarsely:

“Cut the chatter! Let’s do this! I’m ready!”

“Good!”

Two disciples carried forward a massive bronze cauldron.

Inside it was a boiling, viscous liquid.

Countless bubbles burst at the surface.

A mosquito that happened to fly across the rising steam was instantly corroded to ash.

Even the vapor alone was deadly?

The liquid’s corrosiveness was terrifying — and it carried an overpowering herbal stench.

“Begin pouring!”

The leading disciple shouted. He gripped a long-handled ladle inscribed with glowing runes. The moment it touched the liquid, the runes lit up, emitting a harsh sizzling sound.

Then — he scooped up a ladle of the boiling potion and poured it directly over Shi Gantang’s head!

“Sssssss—!”

The sound of flesh sizzling and corroding filled the air.

Shi Gantang had set his pain sensitivity to the lowest level, but for effect, he still let out a theatrical scream.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t purchased the “Pain Simulation Module.”

So all he could manage was a half-hearted yell:

“Aaaaahhhh—!”

His skin turned scarlet as the potion burned him; flesh dissolved and regrew under the influence of some strange medicinal power, only to be burned again.

The entire process looked unimaginably painful.

Though his acting was exaggerated, Su Ling’er still found the scene horrifyingly real.

She watched in shock as scoop after scoop of corrosive liquid was poured onto Shi Gantang’s body, his screams echoing relentlessly.

And it wasn’t over yet.

Several assisting disciples pulled out huge golden-black hammers, each carved with intricate spirit patterns.

At that moment, a figure came rushing in from afar —

“I’m here! I’m here!”

It was Ji.

He ran up to the platform, glanced at Shi Gantang’s “suffering” performance, and smirked.

Tch, still not as convincing as when I spend money on it.

The difference that paid DLC makes!

He turned toward the boiling cauldron and shouted:

“Senior Brother, let me be the ‘medicine guide!’

I’ll show you what real pain looks like!”

Before Su Ling’er could even process what he meant, Ji suddenly leapt into the cauldron!

Splash!

Ssshhh!

AAAAAAHHHHH—!

His body convulsed violently in the boiling brew, his face twisted in agony, screams echoing through the hall — it was bone-chilling.

Too tragic!

Su Ling’er’s heart nearly stopped.

Before her eyes, Ji’s flesh began to corrode, dissolve, and disintegrate — until his body melted completely into the potion.

The disciples around him didn’t bat an eye.

They stirred the potion with their ladles, then poured the now blood-infused liquid over Shi Gantang again.

Sizzle… Sizzle…

“Begin forging!”

The leader’s shout cut through the steam.

They raised their spirit hammers high and brought them down hard on Shi Gantang’s body!

BANG!!

“Aaah!”

Shi Gantang screamed on cue.

The disciples followed a strange, rhythmic pattern — striking him again and again.

Each blow drew a cry, and each splash of blood-infused potion seeped deeper into his body.

One side was a ritual of torment; the other, a sacrifice melting away in the cauldron.

Soon, the cauldron’s contents had turned into a thick crimson soup.

A live sacrifice forging ritual — using the living as the materials!

No wonder, Su Ling’er thought, when I mentioned “Martyrdom Forged into a Divine Weapon,” Senior Brother looked so pleased.

So this was literally what they meant?!

One disciple sacrificed his body, melting into the potion; another was treated as the raw sword blank, hammered and reforged.

This was their so-called “self-created technique”?!

Truly the methods of a demonic sect — defying all reason and humanity.

But just as her mind reeled, something even more shocking happened.

When the pounding finally stopped, Shi Gantang’s body was mangled and blood-soaked, his breathing faint.

Just as Su Ling’er thought he was dead —

A burst of overwhelming spiritual power exploded from within him!

His aura — far stronger than before!

After enduring this hellish process, his cultivation had actually… broken through.

He’d advanced!

So it really was a body-tempering art?!

This demonic sect had actually turned this torture into a reliable path to power?!

As expected of an ancient demonic sect…

“Junior Sister, now do you understand what ‘Martyrdom Forged into a Divine Weapon’ means?”

Lin Qingfeng’s voice echoed calmly.

“To refine a weapon is to refine the heart.

This is our sect’s Sword Refining Art — relying on nothing external, seeking only within.

Every breakthrough is a rebirth from death; every cultivation, a baptism of pain.

Junior Sister, though your spiritual root is false, your comprehension is remarkable. If your will is equally strong, this method would suit you well.

After all, ‘Martyrdom Forged into a Divine Weapon’ — those were your own words. I trust you have the resolve to see it through.”

Buzz—!

Su Ling’er’s mind went completely blank.

Had she… just dug her own grave?

I’m suitable?

Suitable, my ass!

You’re suitable! Your whole sect’s suitable!

…Well, actually, judging from how they’re acting, maybe they really are.

Still — how could any sane person cultivate like this?!

What was going through their heads?

Why were they so willing to sacrifice themselves like that?

Were they racing each other to reincarnate?!

Heavens, that guy jumped into the cauldron without hesitation — just to melt himself alive!

Is this what they seek in their so-called pursuit of immortality?!

Wait… what did that guy even look like again?

…Forget it, that’s not important.

This demonic pit is terrifying!!!!

Sect Master — they’re seriously trying to kill me now!!!!