The Supreme God of Martial Arts novel Chapter 2853

With a flick of his hand, Peterson the Taoist Ancestor pushed the Heavenly Majestic Pot toward Austin.

It suddenly dawned on Austin what the gesture meant.

"Sir, are you giving this pot to me?"

he asked, both incredulous and pleased.

The pot wasn't like any other magical treasure. It grew intelligent after years of refinement and cultivator, and now it possessed its own soul and thus had infinite power.

Austin knew just how precious it was.

"That is correct. I shall even help you refine it,"

Peterson said with a faint smile.

"No way, you old bastard. This guy already has tons of treasures!

Let someone else get lucky, for once!

I object!"

the supreme holy tree grumbled.

By that time, the sea of stars had already quieted down.

Even the two elders of the Divine Sect were already long gone, having fled in terror.

A voice piped up, "I'm warning you, boy! Don't you dare try to be my master! I'd only end up killing a weakling like you, including your spiritual soul!"

The pot was now growing agitated after realizing that Peterson did mean to find a new master for it.

Its old master died a long time ago. It had enjoyed its freedom all these years so much that it was now reluctant to go back to a life of servitude.

It also thought highly of itself because it was different from other treasures. It was miffed at the idea of having to serve this boy who was only of sect ancestor level. How could such a weakling be the owner of such a rare magical treasure like itself?

Austin was undeterred. "If such a lousy man could control you before, why can't I?"

he sniped back at the Heavenly Majestic Pot.

"Are you ready to refine it, though?"

Peterson asked Austin with a smile.

"Absolutely, sir,"

Austin replied with a determined nod, completely ignoring the pot's threats.

"Well, then.

Let's get started,"

Peterson said.

"I'm serious, kid!

You don't have the strength to refine me, let alone to control me!"

the pot insisted.

After it continued to be ignored, the pot tried to change its tactic. "Hey, boy! This isn't worth it! There are so many wonderful things in the world. You're still blessed with youth. Why not cherish life and just let this go?"

The pot was getting really worried now.

No matter how much it threatened, negotiated, or pleaded, Peterson and Austin paid no attention to it at all.

With a wave of his hand, Peterson extracted the soul of the pot and suspended it in the air.

"Release your spiritual tree,"

Peterson directed Austin.

He had found a spiritual tree in Austin's Soul Sea before, which was why he was convinced Austin had what it took to be able to refine the pot.

Austin released the spiritual tree at once.

The spiritual tree was now hundreds of thousands of meters high, spanning from earth to sky.

With the guidance of Peterson, the spiritual tree stretched out its branches, gripped the pot and dragged it over.

The pot struggled desperately, but its energy had already been sealed by Peterson. It was impossible for it to escape.

As the refining process commenced, the spiritual soul of Austin was badly injured several times because of the pot's stubborn resistance. Even for a few times, his spiritual soul almost exploded and scattered.

But each time the situation became too critical, Peterson would come forward and help Austin through the difficulties.

The spiritual tree, too, protected Austin's spiritual soul. Despite the risk, he was safe and sound all throughout.

It took about an hour for Austin to successfully finish refining the pot.

He waved his hand. The pot fell into his hand, body and soul merged back together.

Austin already had the power to control the pot with his mind.

Austin marveled at the surge of power from the pot.

He couldn't help feeling stunned by it even though he had become its owner.

"You brat! How can you be so cruel?!"

The pot was so aggrieved that a pouting old face emerged on its surface, looking like it was about to cry.

"You should start calling me 'Master',"

Austin warned, giving the pot a threatening look.

Now that he controlled the pot's very soul, its life or death was completely in his hands.

Of course, the pot also knew this.

No matter how valuable it was, it was still, in the end, a magical treasure, completely subject to control once refined.

Knowing that didn't stop it from complaining, however. "I can't believe I ended up here! Leader of the Divine Sect! I'm your sworn enemy!"

the pot continued shouting.