In the dim living room, the clock ticked on, and firecrackers sounded without end.
A long green robe, exquisitely crafted, ethereal as an immortal's garment.
"Green Mountain Sect Disciple."
Andrew Han's expression grew noticeably solemn, instantly guessing Miles Ning's intention: to bestow upon him this pure green Green Mountain Robe.
He held the robe in both hands.
His eyes examined it closely.
Apart from the five bold characters on the back, the rest of the robe was pure, deep green, with no other pattern or texture—like a pristine, crystal-clear green lake.
The entire garment flowed gracefully, as if dust from the realm of immortals.
Its material was solid and durable, yet its construction was a mystery.
Even when lightly tugged, the Green Mountain Robe emitted a humming sound. Andrew was startled: "What material is this?"
Miles Ning said calmly, "Archaic Elephant Hide."
Archaic Elephant!?
Andrew Han stared in astonishment, frozen in place.
Having entered the Martial Arts World and experienced so much, he was no longer an ignorant novice. He had researched Demons and Specters, broadening his knowledge and gaining experience.
An Archaic Elephant Demon is the equal of a prodigy among martial practitioners.
Simply put—
An adult Archaic Elephant Demon is a sect-grade Demon. After consuming only a few martial practitioners, it can rival high-tier Martial Lords—an exceptionally terrifying type of Demon.
"This green robe—" Andrew held the Green Mountain Robe in a daze, then tugged at it four or five times... The robe was resilient, completely undamaged, and could easily withstand tens of thousands of jin of force.
No wonder it's made from Archaic Elephant Hide!
In terms of load-bearing alone, the Green Mountain Robe far surpassed any steel reinforcement, not to mention its defensive capabilities and ability to absorb force.
This single robe could truly be called a rare treasure.
With current technology, it's still impossible to mass-produce weapons suitable for martial practitioners.
Especially for those above the Martial General Realm—a single shake of their fists can shatter air, and Internal Power alone can shake the world.
It's not hard to create cold weapons that match the human body.
But to use technology to create cold weapons suitable for Internal Power—it's simply impossible! Even the toughest diamond can't withstand Solidified Core Internal Power.
Just imagine—
If a Martial Lord wields an alloy sword, before he even swings, the blade will shatter, the edge will break.
So after reaching the Martial General Realm, cold weapons gradually fade away, hot weapons lose their importance, and a martial practitioner's greatest reliance is always their own body and Internal Power.
At the same time—
Weapons made from Demon bodies came into being.
"It's far too precious." Andrew brushed his hand over the side of the Green Mountain Robe, secretly amazed. "Take that sect-grade Demon—the blood-red giant bull, for example. The only useful part of its body is the horns."
And the raw material must not be damaged.
That's why forging weapons from Demon bodies is truly rare.
If measured using Battle Merit Points from the Martial Arts World, this ethereal green robe would be worth at least a million Battle Merit—and even if you could afford it, you wouldn't be able to find one for sale.
A weighty gift.
This truly is a weighty gift.
Andrew was overjoyed, grinning from ear to ear. "Thank you, Master, for the New Year's Eve gift."
Who could have guessed—
"Hmph."
Seated on the sofa, Miles Ning let out a cold laugh, staring at Andrew. "You probably still don't understand how precious this green robe is... A New Year's Eve gift? I have to admit, you have quite the imagination."
With that,
He patted his withered palm, seemingly in appreciation.
"Huh?"
Andrew was a bit bewildered.
Miles Ning glanced at Andrew and said calmly, "Tomorrow, wear this green robe and accompany me to Red Lake Mist Sect in Anhu Province."
???
Andrew froze, swallowing hard.
For some reason,
He had a bad feeling about this.
...