We’re about to leave.
Lao Tie ran into the grand hall filled with crystal balls, muttering to himself in front of the crystal ball containing Yang Jian.
Wu Tie, on the other hand, walked back and forth in several metal grand halls, lightly brushing his fingers across the smooth, mirror-like metal walls. He had lived here for a long time, gaining unimaginable power from being a weak child.
He had deep feelings for the Ancient Divine Soldiers Camp.
A giant iron figure several meters tall floated behind Wu Tie. Wherever he went, the iron figure faithfully followed him like a loyal and bulky old hound. The iron figure continuously emitted a "woof woof" sound. For some reason, though, he still couldn't speak like Lao Tie. He could only use various strange tones to express his thoughts. Wu Tie knew that he cared about himself and Lao Tie very much.
But, he couldn't leave the Ancient Divine Soldiers Camp.
He was the heart of the Ancient Divine Soldiers Camp, the brain of the Ancient Divine Soldiers Camp. After Lao Tie's tuning, those metal spiders could freely roam hundreds of miles away from the Ancient Divine Soldiers Camp, but Da Tie couldn't leave. For many long years, Lao Tie had curled up in the mud and slept.
Da Tie, on the other hand, wandered alone in the empty Ancient Divine Soldiers Camp day after day and night after night.
Wu Tie couldn't imagine how Da Tie had endured such a long time.
Nevertheless, he had managed to keep the Ancient Divine Soldiers Camp spotlessly clean, without a speck of dust.
"We will come back," Wu Tie patted Da Tie's hard and smooth cheeks. "Although I don't quite understand... if Lao Tie wants us to leave, then there must be a reason."
"We will come back. Definitely."
Wu Tie forcefully patted Da Tie's cheek, causing a crisp sound.
A flicker of blood flashed in Da Tie's eyes. He tilted his head slightly, staring at Wu Tie for a while before shifting his gaze to the long spear behind Wu Tie's back. After a while, he suddenly emitted a sharp "woof woof" noise.
The abrupt "woof woof" sound was extremely piercing and grating. Wu Tie was startled, and Lao Tie, who was saying goodbye to Yang Jian in the metal grand hall, roared in anger, "Da Tie... you brainless idiot, have you gone mad?"
"No, you don't have that function... You can't go crazy even if you want to! What are you doing?"
Lao Tie rushed over with a gust of wind, while Da Tie continued to make "woof woof" sounds. He suddenly turned around and rushed towards a metal grand hall wall. In a few breaths, he reached the wall and countless fine blood lights burst out from his eyes. The blood lights imprinted a complex symbol on the metal wall. Deep rumbling sounds were heard as the entire wall rose, revealing a small space behind it.
A long spear quietly hovered in a blood-colored light.
Lao Tie's mouth hung open as he dumbly stared at the long spear that was pale white but illuminated by blood, unable to speak for a long time.
After a long time, Lao Tie finally screamed hoarsely, "Da Tie, you stupid fool... you dare to ambush me?"
Da Tie turned around and glided over quickly, approaching Wu Tie and Lao Tie. He muttered in a low voice, emitting countless fine blood lights from his eyes, intertwining with Lao Tie's eyes. In a way that Wu Tie couldn't understand, Da Tie transmitted a large amount of information to Lao Tie.
"You... forgot..." Lao Tie's pale face, devoid of muscle tissue, couldn't show any change in expression. But judging from his voice, Wu Tie could imagine how Lao Tie's "face turns blue" and "becomes furious"!
It was probably the same expression Wu Tie saw when Wu Yin and Wu Tong, his mischievous partners, secretly drank and got drunk, and then set fire to a large part of the slaves' huts in the Wu Family's stone fortress when they were children.
That was a thrilling "being a filial son under the stick" beating.
Since then, Wu Yin and Wu Tong, who used to be mischievous troublemakers, became unusually obedient and hardworking.
A touch of sadness suddenly welled up, and tears streamed down Wu Tie's face.
The faces of Wu Zhan and the others flashed before his eyes.
Wu Tie smiled and clenched his fist, lightly tapping Da Tie's head. "Lao Tie, no need to say more, hit him... haha, he actually forgot things?"
Lao Tie glared at Da Tie fiercely, then let out a heavy sigh. "It seems that you, a temporary mod, have unfinished problems... Your memory... has been compromised... But it's okay, I'll find a way to fix it when I come back."
Lao Tie stepped towards the empty space behind the wall. As he walked, he muttered to himself, "Fortunately, because of Xiao Tie's relationship, it triggered your emotional module. Strong emotional stimulation made you remember this forgotten information."
"Little guy, you're lucky... Or maybe it's your misfortune?"
Behind the thick metal wall, a blood-filled space measuring three feet wide, one foot thick, and about three zhang high (1 zhang ≈ 3.33 meters) appeared.
A long spear silently floated in a blood light. Lao Tie rose to his feet, staring blankly at the pale white long spear, which was illuminated by the blood light and dyed crimson. After a long time, Lao Tie screamed loudly, "Da Tie, you fool... How dare you ambush me?"
Da Tie turned around and glided over quickly, approaching Wu Tie and Lao Tie. He muttered in a low voice, emitting countless fine blood lights from his eyes, intertwining with Lao Tie's eyes. In a way that Wu Tie couldn't understand, Da Tie transmitted a large amount of information to Lao Tie.
“Where is it?” Wu Tie looked at Lao Tie in astonishment.
"Your strength is too weak... You are simply not worthy of using it yet..." Lao Tie sneered.
Wu Tie seemed to understand something, he glanced at Lao Tie, and with a fierce shake of his hands, Da Tie's body suddenly shrank back into the tiger head, and the spearhead retracted as well. The spearhead made a crisp sound as it fell to the ground, rolling a few times before stopping at the tip of Wu Tie's foot.
"What's this..." Wu Tie looked at the weapon in amazement.
"White Tiger's Tear!" Lao Tie swung the weapon, fiercely thrusting it forward. The spearhead swiftly stabbed ahead, and an intense roar sounded, with a massive explosion of energy spreading in all directions.
Wu Tie grunted, feeling as if his chest had been fiercely struck by an iron hammer. Golden stars flashed before his eyes, and he vomited a mouthful of blood, his body was pushed back several tens of meters by the shockwave.
Lao Tie lifted White Tiger's Tear, and with his other hand, he caught the blood that Wu Tie had sprayed, not wasting a single drop, letting the blood drip onto the weapon.
The white tiger head on the spearhead suddenly lit up, emitting two groups of blood lights that flickered, like two flaming red flames embedded in the eyes, exuding infinite coldness. From the tip of the spear, flowing lights resembling flames slowly appeared, flowing along the spear handle.
Soon, the flowing lights covered the entire White Tiger's Tear, and a deep, low tiger roar came from the tiger's head. Wu Tie inexplicably realized that he now had a strange connection with the weapon.
Even if he closed his eyes, he could still sense the presence of this weapon in front of him, roaring and calling him in a peculiar way.
Countless shouts and killings came from White Tiger's Tear.
Eerie demonic and bloody Qi burst forth.
Wu Tie could see countless shadows holding uniformed White Tiger's Tears, fiercely thrusting forward in unison. Thunderous tiger roars shattered the void, and the twisted figures in front of those shadows disintegrated and crumbled one by one. The ground exploded into enormous craters, and giant flaming boulders descended from the sky overhead.
Blades of White Tiger's Tear pierced towards the sky, as white tiger-like phantoms with burning blood flames rose into the sky, accompanied by deafening tiger roars. They shattered the burning boulders into pieces.
The illusion suddenly disappeared, leaving only a lingering hum in Wu Tie's ears.
Wu Tie stood up, rubbing his painful chest, and stared at White Tiger's Tear.
"Is it mine?" Wu Tie quivered as he stepped towards Lao Tie, instinctively reaching out with both hands.
"This is a weapon for true warriors." Lao Tie tightly gripped White Tiger's Tear, his gaze deep as he looked at Wu Tie. Blood-red light fell on Wu Tie, raising the temperature of his skin quickly, making him sweat.
"Or rather, this is Yang Jian's second weapon." Lao Tie said solemnly, "That shameless guy said that the True Saint uses a three-pointed twin-bladed knife... So he also forged one..."
"In fact, White Tiger's Tear, or rather, White Tiger's Blood-Lreaving Spear, is our standard issue weapon."
"But even though it is Yang Jian's second weapon, the materials used for this White Tiger's Tear are a hundred times, a thousand times better than the one I had back then..."
Wu Tie tightly grasped White Tiger's Tear with both hands.
Lao Tie didn't let go either. Their four arms held the weapon at the same time. Wu Tie and Lao Tie stared at each other. Lao Tie lowered his head and moved closer to Wu Tie, saying deeply, "The person who wields White Tiger's Tear... Huh... kid, you don't have the qualifications to possess it right now. Let alone Yang Jian's personal White Tiger's Tear..."
"But who made it so that you are the only one to choose now?"
"Therefore, White Tiger's Tear is yours... If you want to take it from my hands... you must never, under any circumstances, do anything that would disgrace him... and the people he represents."
Wu Tie stared straight at Lao Tie, "I won't... you will teach me!"
Lao Tie nodded seriously, "I will teach you... It will be very hard... Heh."
Lao Tie slowly released his grip. His movements were slow, and bloodlights flickered in his eyes.
It felt as if an exhausted adventurer standing at the edge of a cliff had slowly released the lifeline keeping his companion's life below, not a long spear.
It seemed as if he had let go of an invaluable life, not a long spear.
"Don't disgrace him." Lao Tie murmured to himself, "I really didn't expect Da Tie to find him and bring him back... Well, you must work a hundred times harder."
Wu Tie received White Tiger's Tear slowly.
His arms trembled violently, and he looked at the weapon in horror.
It was heavy, extremely heavy. Even after Wu Tie had filled his flesh with full Yuan Gang and his strength became considerable, he could just barely lift the weapon. White Tiger's Tear pressed down on his arms, causing intense pain. His bones seemed like they were about to break.
Strange information surged from White Tiger's Tear, and Wu Tie suddenly understood many related pieces of information. He scolded angrily, and the golden light in his forehead pulsated. An invisible force field enveloped him.
White Tiger's Tear let out a low tiger roar, and countless flowing lights shimmered on its surface. The weight of the long spear suddenly became five or six thousand jin (1 jin ≈ 0.5 kg), and the length perfectly matched Wu Tie's height.
Wu Tie swung White Tiger's Tear, suddenly thrusting forward. The air swiftly tore through the tiger head, and White Tiger's Tear only made a faint "hoo" sound, completely lacking the shocking might of Lao Tie's full-force thrust.
"Where?" Wu Tie looked at Lao Tie in astonishment.
"Your power is too weak... Right now, you are not fit to use it yet." Lao Tie snorted.
Wu Tie looked at Lao Tie as if he understood something. He gripped White Tiger's Tear tightly with both hands and shook it forcefully. A clash of metal resounded, and the spear shaft of White Tiger's Tear abruptly retracted into the tiger head, with the spearhead shrinking and springing back.
The white tiger head of White Tiger's Tear flew up suddenly, and a white light wrapped around Wu Tie's right wrist. After a few crisp sounds, Wu Tie gained a white armguard that was embedded with white tiger head reliefs.
"How clever!" Wu Tie praised, he had never even heard about a divine weapon that could change so freely.
"Lacking experience, ignorant fool." Lao Tie scolded loudly, his two arms retracted into his body, and he earnestly lectured, "Alright, remember, this is an extraordinary weapon... Don't disgrace it..."
"Where, when a formidable weapon emerges, it must be bloodbathed... Hahaha, let's go stir up trouble somewhere, deal with a few fools who don't know the immensity of heaven and earth, and offer a sacrifice to this treasure, shall we?"
Lao Tie laughed, then suddenly barked a few times like a dog, and started spouting nonsense in a serious manner.
Da Tie emitted a low "woof woof" sound from the side.
He knew that once White Tiger's Tear was taken away, Wu Tie and Lao Tie were really leaving.
The white metal on Da Tie's cheeks began to melt, forming tear-shaped droplets of metallic liquid that continuously slid down his metallic cheeks. When the drops were about to fall to the ground, they were absorbed back into his large head.
He was truly saddened.