In the Cultivation World, the artifacts crafted by Artifact Refiners are categorized from low to high as Magical Artifacts, Magic Treasures, and Spiritual Artifacts.
These three tiers of artifacts can be further subdivided into Low Grade, Medium Grade, and High Grade.
The three tiers and three grades correspond to the nine Realms of Cultivators.
Low Grade Magical Artifacts correspond to Qi Refinement Stage Cultivators, Medium Grade Magical Artifacts correspond to Foundation Establishment Stage, and High Grade Magical Artifacts correspond to Core Formation, and so on.
There is also a saying of "Supreme Grade Magical Artifacts" in the Cultivation World; these are actually the most top-tier High Grade Magical Artifacts, corresponding to the Perfection of the Core Formation Realm.
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Empress Dowager Pei Yuhan had the appearance of an older sister but the heart of a young girl, so after Zhou Fan played several novel and interesting small games with her, she quickly reconciled with Zhou Fan as before, and even clung to Zhou Fan more due to their long-awaited reunion.
Zhou Fan spent a day playing with the Empress Dowager, then successively visited Empress Su Caiwei and Noble Consort Yang Ruoyao.
The two women were naturally overjoyed by his return; being locked in the deep palace and enduring loneliness every day was not a pleasant experience.
Since being sent to Luoyun Temple and meeting Zhou Fan, the three imperial women discovered that there were so many interesting things in life.
Especially when they were with the person they admired and treated as equals, the sense of happiness was something they had never experienced in the deep palace.
Therefore, even though they had been separated from Zhou Fan for a month, the feelings of these three women for Zhou Fan did not decrease but rather intensified, becoming even stronger.
Among them, Imperial Concubine Yang, who was the most daring in her actions, had expressed her affection for Zhou Fan multiple times through her dances, but Zhou Fan was not in a hurry to make it clear, only responding with his Qin heart.
Spring turned to autumn, and in the blink of an eye, half a year passed.
During this half year, Zhou Fan spent half his time at the Kang Wang Residence and half at Luoyun Temple.
Jiang Qingzhi was already eight months pregnant, with a noticeable bulge, and Murong Qing and Xiao Huan also showed signs.
Fu Fu Jie currently did not want a child, because the child's talent might be better if conceived after reaching the Foundation Establishment Stage, and Zhou Fan expressed understanding for this; he was never in a hurry.
The relationship between the three imperial women and Zhou Fan grew increasingly intimate, and Zhou Fan was confident that if he wanted to, these three women would also be ready now.
But Zhou Fan did not proactively break through this barrier; the three women were already getting impatient.
It had now been over half a year since the Son of Destiny, Jiang Wudao, was crippled and troops were dispatched to conquer the four barbarian tribes.
The territory and military strength of Great Qian far surpassed those of the four barbarian tribes, and its high-end combat power was more than ten times that of the barbarians.
Therefore, this war of conquest, annihilation, and subjugation of the four barbarian tribes was very smooth.
Amidst the "prosperous" scene of "Heaven-piercing fragrance permeates Chang'an, the city arrayed in golden armor," Jiang Wudao rode his Ferghana horse, parading through the streets, returning triumphantly to his loyal Eastern Capital.
After a grand award and enfeoffment ceremony, Jiang Wudao balanced the court officials and the four generals, then eagerly flew towards Luoyun Temple.
That's right, Jiang Wudao had now broken through and rebuilt himself, completing his flaws, and was already a top-tier mortal Martial Artist in the Heavenly Human Realm, capable of Physical Body flight.
As early as the moment he was promoted to Heavenly Human, Jiang Wudao saw through the small trick that White Mask had planted in his body.
After taking three days to resolve it, Jiang Wudao, confident in his imperial secret arts, had now reached the same Heavenly Human Realm as White Mask.
This battle, he would surely win!
Just thinking about the three concubines he valued most, and that ethereal Fairy Shen Xianzi, who had served that man in Luoyun Temple for over half a year, ignited waves of burning jealousy in Jiang Wudao's heart.
Today, right today!
He, Jiang Wudao, would take back everything he had lost!
Then he would castrate that "White Mask," imprison and torment him day and night, to make him experience the humiliation and pain he had endured back then!
In his burning impatience, Jiang Wudao's speed grew faster and faster.
In less than a quarter of an hour, he appeared before the mountain-guarding formation of Luoyun Temple.
He stood in mid-air, augmenting himself with True Qi, his voice like a resounding bell, the sound waves covering the entire Luoyun Temple as he shouted.
"Old dog White Mask! In the past, you bullied me when I was young, before I reached Heavenly Human, seizing my wives and abducting my Dao Companion!"
"Today, I have advanced to Heavenly Human! Old dog, do you dare to fight me!"
"Right here, to determine superiority and, moreover, life and death!"
Zhou Fan was currently in Luoyun Temple. Seeing that this second leek had finally matured and even delivered himself to his doorstep, he naturally beamed with joy.
Reassuring Shen Yufu, who wanted to join the fight, to stay in the Daoist temple, Zhou Fan moved his body and appeared outside Luoyun Temple, facing Jiang Wudao across the air.
This time, Zhou Fan did not wear a mask. When Jiang Wudao saw Zhou Fan's true face, he surprisingly found that this "White Mask" was as young as himself, and his features were even more masculine and handsome than his own.
His anger and jealousy intensified, and then he directly used his former trump card—the Blood Burning Secret Art—charging towards Zhou Fan like an insane mad dog.
And Zhou Fan, seeing that Jiang Wudao dared to actively close the distance with him, possessing the Nine Yang Body and Extreme Overlord Body, was naturally fearless.
In mid-air, in less than half a quarter of an hour, they exchanged over a thousand blows, fist to flesh.
After half a quarter of an hour, Zhou Fan's face was slightly flushed, but his body remained as hard as iron.
Jiang Wudao, on the other hand, was struck by Zhou Fan's powerful punches like a broken sack, sent flying hundreds of meters away. His face was flushed during the backward flight, and he ultimately failed to suppress his injuries, spitting out two large mouthfuls of blood.
"You, why is your Physical Body so hard? Why, even after using the Blood Burning Secret Art, is my Physical Body strength still inferior to yours?"
Jiang Wudao was utterly horrified. He did not understand why the gap between them was so immense.
Zhou Fan grinned. He was too lazy to explain to an enemy, let alone an enemy who was about to die.
"Since you won't come, I'll go to you."
Zhou Fan gave Jiang Wudao no chance to recover, moving his body and flying towards Jiang Wudao, skillfully using the Vajra Technique and Divine Travel Technique to augment himself.
Jiang Wudao, who was both recovering and hastily retreating, watched the increasingly terrifying fist approaching him, knowing that if he didn't fight with his life now, he would be killed with one punch.
But if he used that thing, the side effects were something his current Physical Body strength could not withstand.
In other words, there was still a high probability of death even after fighting with his life.
Watching Zhou Fan's iron fist get closer and closer, Jiang Wudao no longer hesitated. Dying sooner or later was still death. Damn it, I'm going to risk it all!
With this thought, Jiang Wudao no longer hesitated. He plunged his hands into his chest, and bloodily pulled out an iron plate from within.
Then, with bloodshot eyes, he inserted this iron plate into his lower abdomen.
After the iron plate re-entered his body, Jiang Wudao's black hair danced wildly, and his entire skin took on an abnormal blood-red color.
He raised his blood-red eyes, where madness was gradually consuming reason, and laughed wildly at the sky.
"Old dog White Mask, you forced me to do this! Today, I will make you and the entire capital accompany me to the grave!"
