Chapter 65

After teleporting three times, the flying sword had turned a light green color. From the light it emitted and the sound of its whistling, it was clear that it was in an extremely weakened state.

Not long after, the flying sword, which had not teleported, was forced to retreat repeatedly by two beams of golden light. Wang Lin's eyes narrowed, and he opened his mouth to spit out another breath of spiritual energy. The flying sword, unable to dodge in time, was immediately enveloped by the spiritual energy. The two beams of golden light, like two dragons, coiled around the spiritual energy. Whenever the flying sword tried to break free, they would immediately approach, forcing it to remain trapped.

As time passed, the flying sword's struggles did not ease but became more intense. The spiritual energy that enveloped it slowly dissipated. Wang Lin gritted his teeth and spat out another breath of spiritual energy, forming a hand seal to continue the refinement.

The night passed quietly, and the flying sword finally showed signs of calming down. Wang Lin's face was pale; during this night, he had already spat out dozens of breaths of spiritual energy.

Even with his cultivation at the 15th layer of the Qi Condensation stage and the help of the liquid spiritual energy, he felt both physically and mentally exhausted, barely managing to maintain his efforts.

The morning sunlight filtered through the window, and Wang Lin's refinement continued. The flying sword no longer struggled, but instead floated calmly in the air. Threads of spiritual energy, imbued with Wang Lin's consciousness, slowly seeped into the flying sword.

At this moment, Wang Lin's expression suddenly changed. Soon, a knock came at the door, and Zhang Hu's voice sounded from outside.

"Wang Lin, do you want to go to the tool shop in the Teng family city with me?"

Wang Lin took a deep breath and called out loudly, "Zhang Hu, I'm at a critical moment in my cultivation. Go by yourself."

Zhang Hu stood outside the door, stunned for a moment. After a brief hesitation, he said nothing more and instead sat cross-legged outside Wang Lin's room.

Wang Lin ignored Zhang Hu and continued the refinement. Time passed slowly, and night fell again. He had already drunk three gourds of liquid spiritual energy, but the flying sword was still not fully refined.

Out of desperation, Wang Lin sought advice from Situ Nan.

"Brat, you know to come to me now? Hmph, I've been waiting. If you're willing to seclude yourself for ten years and use a large amount of liquid spiritual energy, you might really be able to refine this flying sword. I'm talking about the real world, not the Tian Ni space," Situ Nan said calmly.

"So long?" Wang Lin frowned.

"Of course. This is a Dan Treasure, and a high-quality one at that. It was likely made by a madman at the late Core Formation stage, who, at the moment of forming his Core, disregarded his own safety and even risked failure to use the moment of merging with heaven and earth to create it. What a madman. I once thought about doing the same, but after much consideration, I didn't dare. You see, failing to form a Core is not a problem, but the period during which it is most dangerous. One mistake could lead to the collapse of one's consciousness, resulting in a death without a trace.

"White Zhan must have also received help from the flying sword's creator at that time to refine it as his own. If I still had my physical body, I could easily refine it. Now, I have no way... However..." Situ Nan said slowly.

Wang Lin had already figured out Situ Nan's temperament and knew that the old man liked to keep people in suspense. He was not in a hurry and waited for the old man to continue.

After a while, Situ Nan sighed and muttered, "Forget it, I'll tell you. Using the normal refinement method would take too much time. I'll teach you a method called Blood Refinement. The advantage is that you can instantly make the flying sword your own, but the disadvantage is that if the flying sword is damaged, you will also suffer, and this effect is several times more severe than with other refinement methods."

Wang Lin pondered for a moment and said, "Tell me, how do I perform the Blood Refinement?"

Situ Nan was about to keep Wang Lin in suspense, but then realized the boy would ignore him, so he straightforwardly explained the method, but added a condition at the end.

"I haven't touched a woman in many years. You must let me indulge, even if it's just watching!"

Wang Lin did not respond, and following Situ Nan's method, he crossed his hands in a strange seal, bit his tongue, and spat out a mist of blood containing spiritual energy. He changed the hand seal with his right hand and immediately drew a strange symbol in the air.

As soon as the symbol was drawn, it was immediately sent into the blood mist. The blood mist churned and rapidly condensed into the symbol. Gradually, the symbol turned a deeper red. Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and he slapped the air with his left hand, instantly imprinting the blood-red symbol onto the flying sword.

The flying sword trembled and immediately emitted a thin white vapor.

Wang Lin immediately spat out another mist of blood, looking slightly weary but with a more determined gaze. He changed the hand seal with his right hand and drew an even stranger symbol, which he then fused with the blood mist and imprinted onto the flying sword.

This process continued for several hours, until the third morning, when a sword cry echoed from Wang Lin's room and then instantly disappeared. Zhang Hu, who had been sitting cross-legged outside the room, suddenly stood up.

Wang Lin's door opened silently, and he smiled, feeling extremely pleased. "Zhang Hu, thank you."

Zhang Hu looked at Wang Lin with a strange expression and said, "What cultivation method are you practicing? Why did I hear a sword cry just now?"

Wang Lin opened his mouth, and a small green sword immediately flew out, emitting a cold and chilling aura. As soon as the sword appeared, a thick bloody smell permeated the air.

Zhang Hu was stunned and exclaimed, "This... This is my master's flying sword? You refined it? Hmm, why does it have such a strong bloody smell?"

Wang Lin nodded and summoned the flying sword with his right hand, which instantly returned to him and was swallowed. He was also quite annoyed by the bloody smell, which Situ Nan had casually mentioned after the Blood Refinement was successful. Any Blood Refinement would emit a strong bloody smell, and the more people it killed, the stronger the smell would become.

Zhang Hu stared at the flying sword in a daze. After a while, he took a deep breath and said, "Wang Lin, I'm impressed. With this flying sword, ordinary people can't easily harm you. The key to this flying sword is teleportation. The distance it can teleport depends on the amount of spiritual energy its owner has, but it is a deadly weapon when used unexpectedly."

The two chatted for a while, and Zhang Hu got up to leave. Before he left, he told Wang Lin that the monthly trading fair would start in three days and advised him to prepare.

After Zhang Hu left, Wang Lin took out a scabbard from his storage bag. Even Situ Nan was amazed by this scabbard, unsure of its quality as a magical treasure.

Wang Lin had initially thought the scabbard and the flying sword were a single unit, but after refining the flying sword and examining it closely, he noticed the differences between them.

The scabbard exuded an ancient and solemn aura, and the more he looked at it, the heavier the killing intent became. Gradually, Wang Lin felt as if he were in the midst of a scene, with only a vague image of a sword in his mind and everything else blank.