Soulforging materials · Phantom Blade Zero

The dagger used by the Four Axes when they swore brotherhood in blood. They entrusted it to the Pavilion of Knowledge as proof of their bond. The Four Axes were infamous throughout the Wulin, feared and reviled by all. Yet their reputation was built upon slander spread by the Mandate after a single act of justice years ago. Peng Meng, eldest of the four, later repeated that same mistake. His three sworn brothers were hacked to death by Mandate fighters, while he alone escaped. Whatever faith he still held in the Mandate died with them that day.

An unbearably bitter serpent gall, slowly seeping bitter bile. Its master fears loneliness, pain, and oblivion. It must find the missing pieces quickly and return to her side.

A fist fragment from the Iron Fiend's gauntlets, still imbued with unwavering martial resolve. Those fists were raised only against formidable foes, to protect those worth protecting.

A training lion head made only of an iron frame, weighted with the mechanisms of a firearm. It bears neither painted ornament nor bronze plating, much less a vibrant lion's mane. Only when one can bring the majesty and spirit of a blazing lion to life through this heavy, cold iron frame can the art of lion dancing truly be considered mastered.

A swollen venom sac. What churns within is not merely poison, but the torment of being unable to live, yet unable to die.

A broken tail segment, still trembling, rattling out a faint and frantic sound—as though pleading for someone's sake.

A group of Wulin folks kidnapped the blacksmith’s son and daughter and forced him to forge something that could replace a “heart.” Unable to make such a thing, the blacksmith sought advice from a Daoist he knew, but even he had no answer. By dusk the next day, the Daoist returned travel-worn, with the blacksmith’s son and daughter at his side. He had rescued them. The blacksmith thanked him profusely and fled with his children that very night. As for the half-finished pieces he had been forced to make, he threw them all deep into the furnace.

Soulforging material for ABYSSAL BELL.

A fragment born of a hopeless wait. That longing had taken root in the very marrow, spreading through the bones even after the flesh had rotted away.

A sutra steeped in the fragrance of sandalwood over many years. Its pages bear Master Bi Hai's meticulous, line-by-line annotations, along with several pages of reflections penned by Daoist Bi Di. The teachings within are nothing more than this: save the suffering and guide people toward goodness. Eight simple words, easily said, yet difficult to live by.

Even today, some still mix animal sinew with hemp, twist them into cords, then repeatedly wax and dry them in the shade to make bowstrings. The bowstring-making craft of the older generation of archers has not been lost.