From Cellar to Throne: Zen's Quest for Immortality
Chapter 3 Weapon Refining Method ( Part One)

Zen didn't care about being relegated to a slave, or being a punchbag for children of the Luo Clan,or even losing the Magical Pill, which he was robbed of by Perrin.

His biggest weakness was his sister, Yan Luo!

Yan Luo was the only hope for the oldest branch of the Luo family. Extraordinarily talented, she lefthome at the age of thirteen when Cloud Sect selected her as a disciple. She survived the coup withinthe Luo Clan for this reason.

In the past two years, Zen, as a slave, was unable to learn anything about his sister's whereabouts.Now that Perrin had commented about Yan's current situation, Zen found himself feeling anxiousabout her well-being.

Lost in thoughts of his sister, Zen was vulnerable and took several devastating blows from the Luochildren. He finally gained control of his mind after several whacks.

In the evening, Zen returned to the cellar. He limped as excruciating pain flooded through his body."This drug will help you recover!” The steward for the Luo Clan threw the drug at Zen before turningto leave.

After all, human punchbags were not made of steel. If they didn't get the wound healing medicines,they would die from internal injuries after a few days. So the steward distributed drugs to the slavesto help them recover as soon as possible.

However, these healing drugs were not very effective.

The more he thought about it, the more anxious Zen became. He cast his gaze toward the tablewhere the dreadful book, Heavenly Principles lay quietly.

"This damn book is nothing but a bunch of life theories. And so far, none have worked out for myfather, nor me. Reading it does me no good. Why should I keep reading it?" Anger and helplessnessconsumed Zen. He stomped toward the book, grabbed it from the table, and held it over the lamptill it began to sizzle and crackle.

A smile grew on Zen's lips as the book was ignited.

However, a moment later, Zen regretted his action. He whispered in despair, "Zen, Zen, why did youbother to get angry at a book?" Looking at the burning book, Zen regretted, complaining, "Thisbook teaches people to be good. It tells people what is shameful and wrong, as well as what is wiseand right. The book cannot be blamed for adversities. You should blame yourself for not beingstrong enough, for being like a little lamb that is easily controlled by others.”

Unfortunately, by then the book had become a pile of ashes.

Suddenly, Zen saw a ray of golden light flash from the ashes. For a moment, Zen was dumbstruck."What is that?"

Zen pushed the ashes aside, and picked up the small piece of gold that had emitted the ray of light.Zen studied the thin gold foil.

He hadn't come across this gold foil when he was reading this book. Presumably it had been hiddenin the inner-layer of the book.

'What is the use of a piece of gold foil?

For a great family like the Luo Clan, gold is as worthless as clay.’

However, when Zen focused on the gold, a strange vision appeared!

The gold foil was engraved with countless words, shaped like tadpoles. Zen didn't understand anyof them.

As his eyes swept across the gold foil, it disintegrated in his hands. Thousands of small pieces ofgold, each carrying a word came flying toward him.

Face, eyes, neck, arms, body, legs ..

Every part of Zen's body was covered by these small gold fragments.0000