Weapon seller in the world of magic

Mark returned to Lan Xia, his brows still slightly knit.

She glanced at his face. ”What happened?”

He shook his head. ”I don’t know. She only said it was... ladies’ stuff.” He hesitated, then added awkwardly, ”I guess... could it be periods maybe?”

Lan Xia stopped walking and looked at him blankly. ”Periods?”

Mark cleared his throat. ”I mean... the flux.”

”Oh.” Realization crossed her face. ”It could be.” After a brief pause, she added calmly, ”She isn’t an ascendant after all. For mortals, those cycles can affect emotions a lot.”

Then, after thinking for a moment, Lan Xia continued, her tone more thoughtful. ”For those with bloodlines like us, the timings are often irregular. And when it happens, the pain can be far worse than what ordinary people experience.”

Mark frowned. ”But she doesn’t have a bloodline.” His thoughts immediately began to wander. Then what is it? Chaos energy? Or... is she hiding something from me?

Lan Xia studied his face and smiled faintly. ”Sometimes, you think too much.”

Mark gave a dry laugh but didn’t reply.

*

Later that night, Song Yue had already fallen asleep. Her breathing was steady, but traces of exhaustion still lingered on her face.

Shen Ling sat with Mark in a quieter chamber, speaking in a low voice.

”She still remembers it,” Shen Ling said softly. ”Everything. The betrayal. The knife. The fear. It never really left her.”

Mark’s fingers tightened slowly into fists.

He had thought time would dull it. He had believed that safety, love, and distance would bury those memories. But hearing Shen Ling’s words made him realize the truth. Some wounds never healed. They only slept.

Images rose uninvited in his mind. The system’s cold manipulation. Lin Xue’s smiling face before everything shattered. Her disappearance. Allen turned away from him, possessed by the system after using the Lamp of Wishes, after becoming human again.

Mark inhaled deeply, forcing the memories down.

”It doesn’t matter. We are alive and doing well,” he said quietly.

Shen Ling shook her head. ”But that doesn’t mean she wouldn’t feel hurt. I guess the betrayal incident truly suppressed in her heart”

Mark stared at the dimly lit floor, his jaw clenched. He had fought emperors, gods, and fate itself, yet this was one enemy he couldn’t strike down.

The past.

And the scars it left behind in the heart of the woman he loved most.

Meanwhile;

Far away from Tianhan, beyond frozen worlds and imperial intrigues, the Plane of Water drifted in quiet isolation.

On the moon of a lush, ocean-ringed planet, dense forests spread like emerald seas. Rivers shimmered under twin suns, and thick mist clung to the ground. Nestled within the greenery was a small village. Wooden homes stood beside metallic towers. Farmers worked the land, children ran through fields, and above them all, sleek robots patrolled calmly, their red optics sweeping the area in constant vigilance.

At the heart of the village stood a castle.

Once ancient and weathered, it had now been reshaped by steel and glass. Mechanical limbs extended from its walls. Energy conduits pulsed like veins. Robots moved in and out with flawless coordination.

Deep inside the castle, in a sealed research chamber, a man stood alone.

He had blond hair and sharp blue eyes. His figure was lean, wrapped in a fitted combat-scientist suit, though the upper layer had been peeled down to his waist. Thick goggles covered his eyes, glowing with streams of data. From his outstretched palm erupted a narrow beam of black light, darker than shadow itself.

The beam struck a floating object in the center of the chamber.

It was a weapon.

A blade-like construct, broken into fragments yet still resisting annihilation. Its shape was strange and familiar at the same time, eerily similar to Mark’s favorite weapon, Unnamed. But unlike ordinary matter, it did not melt or crack. Instead, under the black laser, its surface peeled away in layers, disintegrating into motes of nothingness.

Allen adjusted the output, his expression focused and calm.

”So even you resist,” he murmured. ”Interesting.”

The door slid open behind him.

Soft footsteps echoed as a woman entered, her ponytail swaying gently from side to side. Lin Xue was dressed in a sleek black spandex suit, its design both practical and elegant. She crossed the room with familiarity, stopping just behind him.

”Allen,” she said softly.

The beam vanished instantly.

Allen lifted his goggles and turned, his sharp features softening into a warm smile. ”My love.”

Lin Xue tilted her head slightly, her lips curving. ”You’re still not in your armor.”

”Give me a few minutes,” he replied lightly. ”I was in the middle of something important.”

She glanced toward the floating remnants of the weapon, her eyes narrowing with curiosity. ”What are you doing this time?”

Allen followed her gaze. His smile didn’t fade, but something colder flickered beneath it.

”I’m confirming something,” he said. ”A theory.”

He stepped closer to the fragments, data panels forming around his hands.

”The void stone,” he continued calmly. ”They call it the most indestructible material in the universe. Immune to gods. Resistant to laws.”

Lin Xue folded her arms. ”And?”

Allen’s blue eyes gleamed. ”And I wanted to see if that was a lie.”

The black laser reignited, stronger than before. This time, the void-infused fragments trembled violently. Fine cracks of emptiness spread across their surface.

Allen smiled wider.

”It can be destroyed,” he said softly. ”Everything can. You just need the right method.”

Lin Xue crossed her arms and let out an exaggerated sigh.

”C’mon... this thing will never end,” she complained, rocking slightly on her heels. ”Please... please... the competition is about to start any minute.”

Allen didn’t even look up at first. He adjusted a setting on the console and replied calmly, ”I can talk to them and ask them to postpone your surfing competition.”

Lin Xue immediately puffed her cheeks and turned her face away. ”That’s basically saying I’m more important than your experiments.”

Allen paused.

He stared at the data screen for a second longer, then exhaled slowly. The black laser vanished. The floating fragments of the void weapon were sealed back into a containment field. He removed his gloves and placed them neatly on the table.

Then he walked toward her.

He gently pulled her into his arms and held her close. His voice softened. ”You were never my second priority, my love.”

Lin Xue froze for half a heartbeat, then relaxed completely. She turned back toward him, her annoyance melting away. A small smile crept onto her lips, and then she giggled.

”Good,” she said, looping her arms around his neck.

She leaned in and planted a light kiss on his lips. ”Love you.”

Allen smiled back, warm and genuine, resting his forehead against hers for a moment. ”I love you too.”

They stood there briefly, the hum of machines filling the silence.

But inside Allen’s mind, his thoughts drifted far away.

I wonder how Master is doing...

It had been years.

I guess Lady Yue must have already had a baby by now.

For just a moment, nostalgia tugged at his chest.

I miss them...

Then Lin Xue tugged his hand impatiently. ”Hey. If we’re late, it’s on you.”

Allen chuckled softly and let the past sink back into the depths of his mind.

”Alright,” he said, turning off the lights in the chamber. ”Let’s go.”

Together, they walked out of the lab, leaving behind the silent fragments of a weapon that should never have been destroyed.

*

Back in Heavenly Cold City;

Mark left Lan Xia at the Ice Palace and teleported straight to the sect the moment he heard of the guest’s arrival.

Frost-laden air rippled as his figure appeared within the sect grounds. Along the way, disciples paused their cultivation and bowed respectfully, some clearly startled by his sudden appearance.

Mark acknowledged them with brief nods, his pace unhurried but direct.

A few elders sensed his movement and quietly followed at a distance, already guessing who the visitor must be.

By the time Mark stepped into the Sect Master’s Hall, the atmosphere inside had already grown heavy.

Hei Zhenyu sat calmly at the central seat, his presence alone making the vast hall feel smaller.

To one side sat Lan Yujin, posture straight, eyes sharp, while two other grand elders occupied the remaining seats, their expressions careful and restrained. Mark greeted Lord Hei with a respectful bow and then took his seat, his gaze steady but attentive.

Hei Zhenyu smiled faintly, folding his hands together. ”The reason I came in person today is simple,” he said, his voice relaxed yet carrying weight. ”There are two matters. The first is official business.” He paused briefly, allowing the words to sink in. ”An incident occurred recently at the Heavenly Palace. It involved the Jade Emperor.”

The hall grew silent.