Chapter 61: The Primordial Unity Staff

Three days later, on the northern snowfields.

“Little friend Hua Feng, do you have a weapon that suits you?” Elder Xue sought out Hua Feng early in the morning.

“Elder Xue, I am grateful for your help before. As for weapons, I don’t use them often. My father taught me some staff techniques when I was young, and later a brother gifted me a Golden Light Staff forged from black iron. I rarely use it, so I wonder if you have any advice?” Over these three days, Hua Feng had scarcely communicated with Elder Xue or the Snow Lord, so Elder Xue’s sudden appearance puzzled him.

“Well then, the Snow Lord has ordered me to craft a weapon suited to you. Since you prefer the staff, it’s quite a coincidence—my weapon in youth was also a staff. It was a bit better than your current Golden Light Staff. It’s called the Primordial Unity Staff. I no longer have use for it, so why not pass it on to you?” Elder Xue spoke directly, thinking it would save the trouble of forging a new one.

“This… I fear I am unworthy.” Hearing Elder Xue mention the Primordial Unity Staff so casually, Hua Feng sensed it was no ordinary item. Despite his close relationship with Yun Meng, he could not accept such a gift without merit and hurriedly declined.

“Little friend Hua Feng…” Elder Xue felt a bit regretful and awkward at Hua Feng’s refusal. The Snow Lord had made it clear he wanted Hua Feng’s strength improved as much as possible. If Elder Xue failed in this, he’d have no explanation to offer.

He knew well enough, at their age, little mattered except the happiness of their own children. Years ago, Elder Xue had fought alongside the Snow Lord to protect their families from those coveting the snowlands, his strength declining from Saint of Origin peak to Emperor of Origin. Only he knew the full story.

He was about to persuade further when a familiar footstep approached. Both recognized immediately that Yun Meng was coming.

“Hua Feng, why not accept it? Elder Xue has treated me like his own daughter since childhood, and he’s been through a lot with my father over the years. Don’t reject an elder’s goodwill.” Yun Meng strode quickly into the room, resting her hands on Hua Feng’s shoulders.

“Little Meng, I feel I should rely on my own efforts to grow stronger. With Elder Xue’s help, I fear I may become too dependent, forming a habit of not striving for things myself,” Hua Feng replied.

“That’s easily solved. I can erase the staff’s imprint, and you can refine it anew through your own effort. The Primordial Unity Staff was obtained by the Snow Lord and me by chance. Though I refined it for years, my cultivation method can’t unleash its full power—the extreme cold energy isn’t suited to this weapon’s potential.” As Elder Xue explained, he took out the Primordial Unity Staff from his storage ring.

A faintly glowing dark silver staff appeared in his hand. With a surge of true energy, Elder Xue erased his imprint from it, placed the staff before Hua Feng, and, not waiting for acceptance or rejection, declared, “From this day forth, it’s yours. An old man like me can no longer comprehend its mysteries, nor cultivate new arts, but your constitution is just right for it.

The Snow Lord believes this staff may be of extraterrestrial origin. The symbols at both ends, neither he nor our most learned rune master, can decipher their true meaning. The power I could wield from it was less than a tenth of its potential. Heroes emerge from youth—now it’s up to you!”

When Hua Feng saw the Primordial Unity Staff, similar in length to the Golden Light Staff, his resolve to refuse wavered. The symbols, resembling but distinct from ancient script, inexplicably drew him in, surprising him.

Such a thing had never happened before. Looking into Elder Xue’s spirited eyes, he saw nothing but sincerity. Perhaps it was true—the staff was from beyond, or some undiscovered prehistoric civilization. Lost in thought, his hand moved as if compelled, picking up the staff. The moment it touched him, the staff seemed to find its rightful owner, its faint light flickering as if dancing. In his mind, a single phrase appeared: “Thank you!”

Elder Xue ignored Hua Feng’s distraction, assuming he was simply entranced by the staff itself, for such a weapon with its own energy aura was alluring to anyone.

“Well then, take your time refining it. I’ll take my leave—I must report back to the Snow Lord.” Elder Xue rose and departed.

Hua Feng’s mind was immersed in the aura and mysterious power of the staff’s runes, oblivious to Elder Xue’s exit.

After a quiet moment, Yun Meng couldn’t help but ask, “Why are you silent?”

“Little Meng, these runes seem to want to tell me something, but I don’t sense anything with my current abilities. Could I be fated with the staff’s original owner?” Hua Feng mused aloud.

“Well, as long as this staff suits you, that’s what matters. Put it away for now, and study it slowly. We’ve been back in the snowlands for so long, I want to go out and explore.” Yun Meng pulled out a nearby chair, sat astride it, rocking it like a wooden horse.

“Then tomorrow we’ll bid farewell to the Snow Lord. We need more experience. Don’t forget our hidden identity in the Flying Dragon Battalion— for the nation, for our families, we must grow stronger! Before 2021. Not long ago, Commander Chen Sheng was told that the unstable timespace event would occur in 2021.” With a thought, Hua Feng stored the Primordial Unity Staff in his ring.

“Alright, let’s work hard together! We’ll wander the world, giving our utmost wherever we can!” Yun Meng finished, drifting into dreams of days to come—flowers in bloom, moonlit nights, forests and snowfields, deserts and wastelands—all with Hua Feng by her side.

With her understanding of the Snow Lord, she was certain he would grant her wish this time.