Du Chengfeng put down the polished Brass Magic Sword and stared blankly into space.
He had more or less figured out the overall process, including the origin of the Brass Magic Sword and the so-called magic of the Taiyin Mountain God Temple. At least from Du Chengfeng's perspective, it seemed there wasn't any real magic involved. Whether in terms of quality or in the evil qi it carried, any random weapon from his saddlebag was far superior to this Brass Magic Sword.
Yet, holding this peculiar Magic Sword and following the texts put together by two shabby men in green robes, that graverobber surnamed Zhang actually did manage to cultivate something.
Rather than calling it magic, it was more like "I think this can work," and the most absurd part was that after the graverobber thought about it over and over, he actually succeeded in cultivating something.
Can such nonsensical things actually work?
Even science fiction writers wouldn't use such an exaggerated plot, right?
