Therefore, this situation was something that Ol’ Amos had never expected. He didn’t know whether this was something that one must go through during the Gods-Slaying Spear’s ownership claim process or if Meng Lei had triggered some kind of restriction in the Gods-Slaying Spear and was just being unlucky right now.
The old man didn’t know any of these, so the only thing he could do now was to pray!
“Oh Dragon God, please watch over him!”
Crackle, crackle!
The purple electric current was still lashing at Meng Lei, while he was spasming nonstop. The only thing that slightly reassured the old man was that Meng Lei’s life force was still very strong...
“Oh Dragon God, please watch over him!
“That kid is a descendant of mine, please don’t let him die...”
It seemed fated that the Dragon God would hear the old man’s prayers. As time slowly passed, the purple electric current surging out of the black spear finally weakened.
Gradually, like a swallow returning to its nest, the purple electric current enveloping Meng Lei shrank back into the black spear, and his spasms and convulsions also stopped.
Burp~
As Meng Lei gave a belch, a wisp of black smoke emerged from his mouth. He was honestly sporting a very pathetic appearance at the moment. Every strand of his hair stood vertically on end, and he was charred charcoal-black all over, just like a black version of Ne Zha, the demon child[1].
“Little fellow, how are you feeling?” asked Ol’ Amos anxiously, his countenance nervous.
Meng Lei turned to look at him. As his body was still numb, his movements appeared very mechanical. He grinned and revealed a mouthful of pearly-white teeth. “It seems like... I’ve succeeded!”
“Seems like? Succeeded?”
The old man was dumbfounded. “So did you succeed or not, exactly?”
Meng Lei didn’t answer. Instead, he looked at the black spear and hooked his finger slightly. Then, something strange happened...
The black spear that Meng Lei hadn’t been able to budge even a millimeter even after he exerted every ounce of strength he had... moved. It pulled itself out of the dragon carcass’ head, rose into the air, and flew right up to Meng Lei.
“Go!”
As Meng Lei took in the sensation of the mysterious connection between him and the black spear, he pointed in the air and gave an order.
Whoosh!
At once, the black spear turned into a purple lightning bolt and instantly shot toward the rock wall. With a crisp and clear crack, a hole formed immediately in the rock wall that even the boiling lava couldn’t melt, and the spear sank deep into it.
“Come!”
Meng Lei waved, and the black spear flew back again. It stayed quiet and still as it floated in front of Meng Lei, incredibly obedient.
“A divine weapon! That’s exactly what a divine weapon is!”
The old man’s eyes lit up brightly, and he burst into carefree laughter. “This old man has forged countless weapons and was once known as the empire’s greatest artifact-refining master. However, I’ve never forged a magic device that’s controllable by will and moves according to one’s will like that before!
“It certainly lives up to the two words ‘divine weapon’!”
“It’s a great treasure, indeed!” Meng Lei stroked the black shaft as if he was stroking the woman he loved. “And it’s even a thunder-elemental weapon, so it just so happens to match my elemental affinity. What a great treasure!”
Meng Lei was truly elated. Among all the thunder-elemental spells available, the one he loved using the most was Thunderbolt Spear. This particular spell was very domineering and was the most astounding in terms of single-target offensive power.
A strike from the spear could stab the enemy dead!
How domineering was that?
Thus, the Gods-Slaying Spear was very much to Meng Lei’s liking. It could be said to be perfect!
“There are so many great existences that couldn’t obtain even a single divine weapon after risking their lives and desperately fighting each other for their whole lives!”
With a chuckle, Ol’ Amos went on and said, “Whereas you’re only 20 years old, yet you’ve gotten one without even working for it. An opportunity like that is truly enviable! However, you must remember to use it appropriately and not show it to others easily.”
“The idea that one does not openly show their wealth... is something I understand!”
Meng Lei nodded repeatedly and continued to stroke his beloved spear.
“I’m glad you understand that.”
As Ol’ Amos stroked his beard, a look of gratification appeared on his face. However, what Meng Lei said next caused his expression to darken completely. Meng Lei wondered aloud, “I wonder if the Gods-Slaying Spear is capable of taking apart this dragon carcass?
“Tsk, tsk, this is a Saint Domain Colossal Dragon carcass, you know! If I can gouge out its dragon core, I can definitely sell that for a crazy sum of money!”
The veins at the old man’s forehead bulged from his skin, and his expression was as dark and sullen as the bottom of a charred pot. He glared viciously at Meng Lei and broke into a huge scolding. “You unfilial descendant!”
[1] Refers to the 2019 animation film Ne Zha
Chapter 68: Bloodline Barrier, Leaving The Underground
‘Unfilial descendant’?
(Sweat drop!)
It was only then that Meng Lei remembered that the Saint Domain Fire Dragon carcass here was the old man’s remains in front of him right now. Well, mumbling about taking apart his body and selling his dragon core in front of him was certainly going a little overboard!
“Hehe! I’m just saying it casually, so don’t take me seriously!” replied Meng Lei as he scratched his head and blushed in shame.
“Hmph! Don’t you dare think that I have no idea what you’re thinking!”
