Zheng Fa pondered for a moment before speaking, “These are all minor matters; you can decide as you wish. I only have two conditions:”
“Please, Director, go ahead.”
“First, spiritual materials can be exchanged for food. The Jiushan Grain Company, and in the future, the Jiushan Medicine Company, can provide them with a share.”
“Second, when the nursing home recruits graduate students, those who pass the exam should also be allowed to enter the nursing home.”
In simple terms, Zheng Fa was transplanting half of the Baixian Alliance's model here.
This was, of course, because Zheng Fa viewed the entire modern world as his own dojo. He needed to cultivate these people, and whether it was sooner or later didn’t matter, as long as they had the brains to make it work.
On the other hand, he was also too lazy to deal with the hassle; he still saw the nursing home primarily as a research institution.
He could leave the other matters to the officials.
What he wanted was just this bit of spiritual material—or rather, he valued the sea area that could produce Xuanming Sha (a type of spiritual energy).
Team Leader Yang, upon hearing this, wore a confident smile: “With these two conditions, it’ll be easier to negotiate.”
Old Bai asked, “How do they plan to negotiate?”
Team Leader Yang chuckled, pointing at the stone tablet, “Isn’t it a case of ‘hospitality is hard to refuse, blood is thicker than water’?”
Old Bai stared at the stone tablet for a long time before exclaiming, “If you say this thing is fake, it can still be used for real!”
Zheng Fa was taken aback, looking at the stone tablet, his eyes gradually brightening.
……
“I’m supposed to create a fake Xianjian (immortal sword)?”
Madam Xuanhua pointed at her own nose, her expression one of disbelief, as if saying, “I’m honored by the sect leader’s trust, but I really can’t do that.”
“Fake, fake.”
Zheng Fa clarified, “Just a similar appearance will do; the spiritual materials can be close enough.”
Sister Zhang, standing nearby, seemed to understand: “You want to make a fake Xianjian and secretly swap it with the real one?”
Zheng Fa nodded.
He had been troubled by one thing—how to take the Xianjian away without provoking the wrath of Haori Mountain.
He truly coveted the Xianjian, a genuine immortal treasure.
But if he actually took it, Haori Mountain would undoubtedly go mad.
At that point, it would be hard to say who would attract more hatred from Haori Mountain, him or Sect Leader Yan.
“Haori Mountain isn’t stupid!” Madam Xuanhua still didn’t get it, muttering, “If I could forge a fake Xianjian that’s indistinguishable from the real one, why would we need to fear them?”
Although Tiangong Pavilion was strong, to be honest, they were only decent at crafting treasures.
They didn’t even have the level to forge spiritual tools or treasures.
Let alone crafting a genuine immortal treasure like the Xianjian.
The spiritual materials could be resolved—though the materials used for the Xianjian were collected by the Tianhe Zun (a revered figure) and were extremely precious.
However, with the current resources of Jiushan Realm, it wouldn’t be impossible to spend a fortune to acquire them.
The problem lay in the complex spiritual energy circuits required to produce the sword spirit.
Not to mention, the status of a genuine immortal artifact was extremely high, with some peculiarities that Zheng Fa and the others didn’t fully understand: how to elevate the status of a treasure to that of a true immortal was something Zheng Fa hadn’t figured out yet.
Even if Madam Xuanhua was confident, creating a fake Xianjian was still beyond her capabilities, and she even felt that Zheng Fa was trying to make things difficult for her.
Sister Zhang frowned, seemingly thinking Zheng Fa was being unrealistic.
“Alright, we can’t replicate a true immortal-level Xianjian,” Zheng Fa chuckled, “but we can make a subpar version, can’t we?”
“A subpar version? How could a Xianjian be subpar…” Sister Zhang initially didn’t understand, then suddenly realized, “The Tiandi Shensha Grand Formation?”
Zheng Fa replied confidently, “Exactly! If they mess up the operation of the Tiandi Shensha Grand Formation and turn a perfectly good immortal treasure into a mere artifact, what does that have to do with us at Jiushan Sect?”
Sister Zhang stared at Zheng Fa for a long time, then exchanged glances with Madam Xuanhua before saying, “This… actually sounds somewhat feasible.”
Zheng Fa, however, was quite clear: “Whether it’s feasible or not, it’s worth a try. If they can’t see through it, that’s the best outcome. If they do see through it, then we’ll just take it by force.”
Upon hearing this, Sister Zhang and Madam Xuanhua understood that Zheng Fa wasn’t blindly confident.
As Zheng Fa said:
They would have to compete for the Xianjian.
If they could keep it under wraps, it would be a gain.
If they couldn’t, then a real confrontation wouldn’t be a loss either.
……
Creating a fake, even a downgraded version of the Xianjian, was still beyond Madam Xuanhua’s capabilities, especially with only three months to work with.
“I already have data on the structure and spiritual materials of the Xianjian,” Zheng Fa said, standing in a crafting factory, addressing Madam Xuanhua.
This data came partly from Zheng Fa’s communication with the spirit of the Xianjian and the detection of the positive and negative Five Elements Divine Light, while a significant portion came from the contributions of Haori Mountain:
They had been studying the Xianjian for hundreds of thousands of years in order to forge it.
This research was naturally reflected in the innate Shensha Grand Formation.
Sister Zhang, Madam Xuanhua, and over fifty Golden Core disciples formed a circle, listening to his explanation.
These were the elite of Tiangong Pavilion, the talented craftsmen selected by Madam Xuanhua over the years.
The project to replicate the Xianjian was crucial to the survival of Jiushan Sect, so the team was composed of the best of the best.
Madam Xuanhua frowned, her expression still lacking confidence, but she pursed her lips and said, “Theoretically, it’s not difficult to forge a treasure-level Xianjian… but whether we can fool Haori Mountain is another matter.”
Seeing her tense expression, Zheng Fa smiled and said, “I’ll go to Shenhuzhan tomorrow and ask the spirit of the Xianjian if she has any suggestions.”
“That’s a good idea!” Madam Xuanhua’s eyes lit up. “If we can have the spirit of the Xianjian as a consultant, I’ll have a better chance.”
“Not just the spirit of the Xianjian; I’m planning to invite another consultant.”
“Who?”
Zheng Fa’s palm glowed with a warm jade-like light, and the Zao Hua Jade Tablet flew out, projecting a light screen.
The face of the Jiu You Mo Zu (Ancestor of the Nine Nether Demons) appeared on the screen, looking somewhat bewildered.
“Do you need something from me?”
“Uh, I have a matter I’d like to ask the Mo Zu for help with.”
“…”
The Jiu You Mo Zu remained silent, simply watching him, signaling him to continue.
Zheng Fa explained Jiushan Sect’s intention to replicate the Xianjian, and the Jiu You Mo Zu’s mouth gradually opened in surprise at Zheng Fa’s idea.
“How did you think of me?”
Isn’t it because you keep mentioning the Tianhe Zun every day?
According to the “Tianhe Cultivation Record,” the Jiu You Mo Zu must have known the Tianhe Zun for quite some time.
Moreover, the Four Swords of Zhusian were actually forged by the Tianhe Zun after achieving enlightenment—before that, he had used the Qingping Sword.
From this, it could be inferred that the Jiu You Mo Zu might have even participated in the forging of the Four Swords of Zhusian.
If the Jiu You Mo Zu joined, the team for creating the youthful version of the Xianjian would truly be filled with talent:
In terms of craftsmanship, there was Madam Xuanhua leading the elite of Tiangong Pavilion, who had not only learned the forging secrets of various sects from the Baixian Alliance but also those of Haori Mountain, and were well-versed in the study of spiritual materials, talismans, and various modern knowledge—representing the new generation of crafting talent in the Xuanwei Realm.
In terms of data, there was the self-detonation of the Xianjian spirit, the assistance from Haori Mountain, and Zheng Fa’s positive and negative Five Elements Divine Light.
If they added the ancestral skills of the Mo Zu, it would essentially be a close collaboration between the Jiu You Mo Zu, Haori Mountain, and Jiushan Sect… though Haori Mountain wouldn’t be too aware of it.
If it weren’t for the lack of strength from Madam Xuanhua and the others, Zheng Fa would even be confident in forging a genuine one…
It could be said that in the Xuanwei Realm, only Zheng Fa and Jiushan Sect had the technology, connections, and data to create a fake Xianjian.
But the Jiu You Mo Zu didn’t seem very willing.
“Why should I help you?”
“Haori Mountain is also an enemy of the Mo Zu; weakening them would benefit you as well,” Zheng Fa smiled. “Do you really want Haori Mountain to have another genuine immortal treasure?”
The Jiu You Mo Zu’s expression turned cold, “What difference does it make to me if they have another Xianjian?”
…Is this Mo Zu really that arrogant?
You can boast to me, but can you really take down Haori Mountain?
But seeing the Jiu You Mo Zu’s confidence, it seemed that the Xianjian truly posed little threat to him.
Zheng Fa fell silent for a moment before speaking again:
“Mo Zu, are you on good terms with the Tianhe Zun?”
“Why do you ask that?”
“The fall of the Tianhe Zun is closely related to Haori Mountain. If the Xianjian recognizes the enemies of the Tianhe Zun as its master, wouldn’t that concern you as well?”
“…”
“Then, when Haori Mountain wields the sword of a deceased friend against you, seeking to settle scores, the sword is one you’re familiar with, yet it no longer recognizes you, nor does it remember the Tianhe Zun. Is that a scene you can bear to witness?”
“…”
“If the Tianhe Zun were aware, how would he feel? Would he want his treasured possession and his dear friend to be at odds to the death?”
“…”
In the corner of the light screen, Sect Leader Yan trembled slightly, as if sensing a harsh winter had suddenly descended upon the main hall.
He looked at Zheng Fa, his expression one of despair: