Because the weapons manufactured by the Magic Weapon Pavilion are all defective.
Although the magic sect's weapon refining technique is also a magical method passed down from ancient times, many of the secret methods used in refining weapons have been lost to this day.
The most fatal point is that everything it refines has side effects, and these side effects are completely random and cannot be removed.
For example, there is a dagger that needs to stab its owner every day, a sword that will make its owner sexually interested in animals after long-term use, a spear that will only be stretched straight when the holder is in an excited state, and so on.
In contrast, not to mention the Daoqi Pavilion under the Taoist sect that can manufacture weapons with built-in enhancement effects, even the mass-produced ordinary weapons operated by the Immortal Kingdom at least have no side effects.
(Sure enough, if we want to change the situation of the Magic Weapon Pavilion, we must start with the magic sect's weapon refining technique...)
Luo Wusheng sighed.
"How many staff members are there in the cabinet? Where are they?"
"Your Excellency, there are four staff members in the cabinet including me, and the other three..." Hu Dingtian hesitated.
"Um?"
Luo Wusheng raised his eyebrows.
"They... they went to the [fireworks]..."
In Fireworks? That name sounds familiar.
Luo Wusheng quickly remembered the source of the familiar feeling.
It was when I was chatting with those good brothers who were practicing as independent cultivators on the ferry that the other party mentioned this name occasionally.
Fireworks is a relatively chaotic area in the royal city. There are several brothels in it, but the quality is not high and the service is not very good. The only advantage is the low price.
In other words, the remaining three guys went over there to have fun
"Then why didn't you go?"
Luo Wusheng looked at Hu Dingtian with some confusion. Normally, they should go out together to have fun, and considering the current state of the Magic Weapon Pavilion, there was no need for anyone to stay behind.
And looking at Hu Dingtian's kidney deficiency, he is definitely not someone who would not go to that kind of place.
"Well, because it's not my turn to be on duty today..." Hu Dingtian looked a little embarrassed.
Luo Wusheng was stunned.
Then his eyes widened.
"You...are you going to..."
Knowing that his own Son of God had understood what he meant, Hu Dingtian's face turned red.
"That is, just to subsidize the expenses of the pavilion..."
Hu Dingtian's voice was very soft, but it sounded like thunder to Luo Wusheng's ears.
He really didn't expect that the Magic Weapon Pavilion had fallen to this point, and a dignified executive had to work as a firework bird in the fireworks industry to make a living!
No wonder he looks like he has kidney deficiency, he has really been drained!
When he looked at Hu Dingtian again, his eyes were already filled with complexity.
But then he felt something was wrong.
"Is the situation in the Pavilion already so difficult? Didn't the sect pay the people guarding the Magic Weapon Pavilion this year?"
The Magic Weapon Pavilion is far away in the royal city, and the salary is paid once a year.
But the corresponding remuneration is very high, at least it is enough to cover the expenses of the cabinet members for a year and even most of their training.
When mentioning this, Hu Dingtian's face showed resentment.
"This is all the fault of that damned Lu Wangba!"
His face was filled with hatred: "If it weren't for that guy, although we were ostracized to come here, we wouldn't have ended up in this situation today!"
"Tell me more about it."
Luo Wusheng's face darkened slightly, it seemed like there was another story behind this.
"Your Excellency the Holy Son, you may not know that this year we only have one weapon refiner in the Magic Weapon Pavilion, and his name is Lu Bin. Some of the things we have displayed in this pavilion were also refined by him."
"It's nothing. Although he can't sell any of the weapons he refines, he is the only weapon refiner in our Magic Weapon Pavilion after all. We, the staff, all respect him."
"I didn't expect that this bastard would secretly contact the sect after reaching a weapon refining target, and gave all the salary of the Magic Weapon Pavilion this year to an elder in the sect. With the help of that elder, he secretly boarded the returning Demon Sect ferry and returned to the sect under an assumed name, leaving only a few of us who don't know how to refine weapons to guard the pavilion!"
Hu Dingtian gritted his teeth.
"Can't you contact the sect to report this?" Luo Wusheng frowned.
"It's not that easy. Since that guy dared to go back, he's certainly not afraid of us reporting him. All the messages from the Magic Weapon Pavilion were intercepted by that elder, and we were the disciples who were ostracized in the Demon Sect, so we couldn't find anyone to pass on the message for us..."
At this point, Hu Dingtian's face was somewhat sad: "After several failed attempts to send the message, we had no choice but to give up and look for other ways out."
"Let's first try to practice the magic weapon pavilion's weapon refining techniques, hoping to pass the news back to the magic sect when we reach the new weapon refining target. But we are just low-level disciples of the Hehuan Domain, and it is even more impossible for us to have the talent for refining weapons..."
"You also know that our Hehuan Domain's skills require Yin and Yang to practice, but at that time we could no longer afford to go to brothels, so we had to practice in fireworks. Later, we couldn't even afford to go to fireworks..."
So I borrowed money everywhere and finally just stayed there to work.
Luo Wusheng understood everything.
It is really sad to hear and makes the listeners cry.
He was silent for a moment, then gently wiped the storage bag.
A pile of spirit stones fell to the ground with a clatter.
As the Holy Son of the Demon Sect, he has no shortage of such things.
"Take these spirit stones and exchange them for some banknotes commonly used in the royal city. When the remaining three of you come back from your shift, go change into clean clothes together, then have a good meal, and finally come back and clean the attic thoroughly."
"Well, you guys will be hanging out with me from now on."
Hu Dingtian's eyes were a little dull, as if he was knocked unconscious by a pie falling from the sky.
"Well, what about you?" he asked subconsciously.
Luo Wusheng smiled.
"I want to practice the magic sect's weapon refining technique."
Section 1#Volume 1#Chapter 16 Miss Sword Fairy, give me your blessing
Hu Dingtian had also imagined many scenarios of the Magic Weapon Pavilion's leader taking office.
At that time, the Magic Weapon Pavilion had not yet fallen to its current state.
So he always imagined how the Pavilion Master would exploit them after taking office, what dirty and tiring work he would make them do, and whether he would snatch something from them.
Later, when he saw that no one was taking over the position of Pavilion Master, he gradually realized that the big shots in the sect didn't even think highly of what he had.
At that time, he felt that not having a Pavilion Master was a good thing. At least no one would bother him, and everyone was a fellow disciple who had been ostracized from the Hehuan Domain, so no one would mock or humiliate him anymore.
The Demon Sect's Hehuan Realm is a very cruel place.
Fortunately, after the new holy lord ascended the throne, he strengthened management over it, which made it more restrained.
Otherwise, the result of them being excluded would not be coming to the Magic Weapon Pavilion, but becoming the cauldron for the female cultivators inside, and their cultivation would be in vain.
Moreover, by coming to the Magic Weapon Pavilion, at least they still have the opportunity to practice in those places with fireworks, which is better than some disciples of the Demon Realm who are restricted when practicing in the Royal City.
This is also why the Demonic Weapon Pavilion is staffed by disciples from the Hehuan Realm.
However, even though they were later harmed by that bastard Lu Bin, he never expected a Pavilion Master to come and help them get justice.
Those who come to the Demonic Weapon Pavilion are those who cannot make it in the Demon Sect, even if they come here to be the Pavilion Master. This is the most profound thing he has realized in the past year.
He was also afraid that the money he and his friends had worked so hard to earn would eventually be taken away by some new leader.
But now…
He looked at the spirit stones piled up like a small hill in front of him, and then looked at Luo Wusheng who was already walking upstairs.
Hu Dingtian suddenly felt that things might develop in a good direction
Then he slapped himself in the face.
"Alas, what am I thinking about? Even if he is the Holy Son, it is impossible for him to become a weapon refiner so easily. Even if he can really become a weapon refiner, as long as the flaws in the magic sect's weapon refining technique are not eliminated, the situation of the Magic Weapon Pavilion will not change..."
He became a little pessimistic again.
After the failure of the Holy Son, he will probably return to the Demon Sect...
But with these spirit stones, we should be able to get through until the next salary payment. If we can get the Saint Son to avenge us...
His eyes flickered, and he slowly bowed towards the place where Luo Wusheng disappeared, then picked up the spirit stone on the ground.
… …
At this time, Luo Wusheng had already reached the second floor of the Magic Weapon Pavilion.
The second floor is where the Magic Weapon Pavilion sells magical weapons.
Ordinary weapons are weapons used by ordinary people and cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage, but in the eyes of cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Stage and above, ordinary weapons are just sharp toys after all.
But the magic tools are different, they are divided into three grades. The lower grade corresponds to the foundation, the middle grade corresponds to the golden elixir, and the upper grade corresponds to the Nascent Soul. Each one has its own characteristics, and can be cultivated with blood and sweat, and used as the life magic weapon of the cultivator.
Each magical weapon is extremely precious, and it is common for cultivators at the corresponding level to not be able to obtain a suitable magical weapon.
As the holy son of the Demon Sect, Luo Wusheng once had several low-grade and mid-grade magical weapons.
But later he exchanged them for strange stones.
So his nominal master, the Holy Lord of Demon Sect, lived in Bengbu.
The Holy Lord of the Demon Sect had originally planned to give Luo Wusheng a top-grade magic weapon after he achieved the Great Perfection of the Golden Core. However, after realizing that it would soon be sold by this guy with a brain full of rocks in every sense, he decisively decided to wait and see.
Luo Wusheng glanced at the second floor of the Magic Weapon Pavilion. There were only two magical weapons on display, both of which were of low quality.
They were a huge sword burning with terrifying flames that could injure the enemy by a thousand while injuring itself by eight hundred, and a dagger that continuously spewed out an untouchable poison.
Each one of them is a suicide weapon, no wonder no one wants it.
Moreover, although lower-grade magic tools are not mass-produced in other people's homes, they are still regularly produced by master craftsmen, and there is even a chance to occasionally see mid-grade magic tools being produced.
In this situation, the Magic Weapon Pavilion really has no competitiveness at all.
Shaking his head, Luo Wusheng walked towards the third floor.
The third level is about the books and methods of the magic sect's weapon refining, as well as the complete practice method of the magic sect's weapon refining technique today.
After lifting the ban on these things with the authority of the Pavilion Master, Luo Wusheng put them all into the storage bag, and then opened the fourth floor with the token in his hand.
It is also the real place for refining weapons in the Magic Weapon Pavilion.
Looking at the empty fourth floor, Luo Wusheng was silent.
"Yes, they are so poor that they have to work as pawnbrokers. Why wouldn't they sell the raw materials?"
Luo Wusheng sighed.
The fourth floor, which was supposed to be filled with refining materials, was now empty.
If others saw this scene, even a true weapon-refining master would lament that a good cook cannot cook without rice.
But Luo Wusheng didn't care.
Because even he himself couldn't count the number of rare stones and precious jades in his storage bag.
There is more than enough raw material for refining weapons, and the quality is even much better than the materials originally stockpiled by the Magic Weapon Pavilion.
"Look at it from a bright perspective. At least this floor is much cleaner than the other floors in every sense."
Because it is a special place for refining weapons, it is equipped with many formations, including one that can purify dust.
After taking out all the books on the third floor and piling them aside, and sealing the fourth floor with the Pavilion Master's authority to prevent others from entering, Luo Wusheng sat in the center.
He was not in a hurry to learn, but picked up the wooden dagger at his waist.
A current student needs to send a few messages to netizens before studying.
[Are you there? Have you arrived in Jianzhou? I'm going to start learning how to refine weapons, can you give me some blessings? ]
[Not here, not here yet. What does your learning to refine weapons have to do with me? I still have to fly the sword, and I don't have time to joke with you. ]
Miss Jianxian's message was full of disgust, but she replied very quickly.