Chapter 61

On the second day, very early in the morning, Baixiaosheng went to the stone house to check the furnace. He added more coal to make the fire burn brighter. However, the two materials in the pool remained hard, showing no signs of deformation.

He sat quietly in the stone house, watching the flames roll, his heart unusually calm. When he was not calm, he would take out a book and read it slowly to calm his mind.

He completely ignored everything happening outside!

On the third, fourth... until the seventh day, the black iron and the precious sword in the pool finally melted completely, turning into molten iron that flowed slowly. Baixiaosheng stood by the pool, feeling the scorching heat, but did not act immediately. Instead, he let the molten iron roll in the pool.

By the ninth day, Baixiaosheng lifted the pool and slowly poured the mixed molten iron into a sword-shaped mold. He then quenched and refined it nine times, taking a day to complete the initial formation of the sword.

He held the sword with tongs, placed it on a striking stone, and hammered it heavily with a hundred-pound iron hammer for further refinement.

Three days later, the sword's fiery glow faded, revealing a black blade with a silver edge, clearly a rare and precious sword. Baixiaosheng was overjoyed. While the sword was not yet completely cooled, he used a hot iron rod to engrave the words "Jueshi" (Absolute World) on the blade!

This sword, crafted by his own hands, was indeed "Jueshi"!

"Good sword, good sword!" He attached the hilt, gripped the sword, and was extremely excited. He turned around, swung the sword, and the blade flashed, slicing a stone plate in half like cutting tofu. "Haha..." Baixiaosheng laughed heartily, his face beaming with joy. He swung the Jueshi sword again, this time directly striking an iron hammer. With a thud, a piece of the broken hammer fell to the ground, leaving a mark, while the Jueshi sword's edge remained undamaged.

"Good, good... Finally, I have my own Jueshi sword!"

Baixiaosheng, unable to calm down from his excitement, looked at the sword in his hand, his mind filled with thoughts. He imagined using the sword to defeat all his enemies and the unmatched sharpness of the blade. After about half an hour, he finally calmed down. He still gazed at the sword, his mouth slightly moving, and his figure disappeared in the blink of an eye, entering the system.

Standing beside the large green stone, Baixiaosheng held the sword and said, "System, evaluate this sword!"

A light flashed on the green stone, and the shadow of the Jueshi sword appeared. Beside it, text formed: "Made of black iron, meteoric iron, and refined gold, extremely sturdy and sharp, no one can match it. Evaluation: 87 points!"

"87 points?" Baixiaosheng was slightly disappointed. He thought the sword would score over 90, but it only got 87 points. "But this is still good. This is the highest-scoring sword I have forged so far." After a moment's thought, Baixiaosheng's mood improved. With such a sword in hand, what was there to be dissatisfied about?

Leaving the system and the stone house, Baixiaosheng stood in the backyard with the sword in hand. He pointed the sword straight, and a faint glow flowed along the blade. Suddenly, he swung the sword, and a loud sword cry echoed, the friction with the air producing a whistling sound.

The Jueshi sword in Baixiaosheng's hand danced faster and faster. Gradually, the sword light enveloped Baixiaosheng's entire body, making him invisible. The sword also transformed into countless forms, making it impossible to discern the true blade.

After about fifteen minutes, Baixiaosheng stopped his sword technique, and with a swift cut, a crack appeared on the wall. Looking at the Jueshi sword, a bright glow shone on it, and a finger-length sword aura extended from the tip.

"Indeed, a good sword!"

Baixiaosheng had never practiced the sword aura technique and had never thought of using it. However, after performing a set of sword techniques, his internal energy flowed through the sword, forming a finger-length sword aura. Baixiaosheng usually used swords, but he could not form a sword aura. The appearance of the sword aura today was enough to prove the excellence of the Jueshi sword!

"If I also practice the sword aura technique, it will be quite something..." Baixiaosheng smiled, thinking of Zhuo Bufan from "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber," who could use the sword aura technique, which could cut through anything.

Zhuo Bufan achieved this due to the guidance of his predecessors, and his understanding of sword techniques was not necessarily profound. Unlike him, Baixiaosheng was a master of sword techniques who had entered the realm of no-form. It was not surprising that he could use the sword aura. However, the sword aura is generated by internal energy, and without deep internal energy, it is impossible to use the sword aura. Moreover, ordinary iron swords cannot withstand the sharpness of the sword aura.

In the past, Baixiaosheng did not think much about the sword aura. Now, as he saw the sword aura extend from his sword, he had some new thoughts.

Considering his own strength and internal energy, Baixiaosheng was not weak. Due to his practice of the Divine Foot Scripture, his internal energy improved rapidly, and his internal energy was already very deep, surpassing some of the older masters.

In terms of sword techniques, "no-form surpasses form"! He had already entered the realm of great accomplishment, and his strength was enough to dominate the martial world. However, unlike modern people, he did not feel satisfied; instead, he felt a sense of confusion.

As a modern person, everyone understands that learning has no end, and martial arts are the same. Moreover, he had been reborn in this place with a system. Although he did not say it, he had higher goals, such as becoming a celestial being. But at his current level, how should he proceed?

This was his confusion!

In terms of internal energy, he had no good methods; he could only diligently practice to increase his internal energy. However, this was only a quantitative increase, not a qualitative one. Even if there was an increase, it would not be surprising, and it would not break through to a new realm.

In terms of sword techniques, what is the realm after no-form? No sword? Sword intent? Or something else?

With these complex thoughts, his head ached because he had no clear ideas. So, he could only not think about it and maintain a serious attitude towards practice. Otherwise, he might be driven mad by these questions.

Today, he unexpectedly used the sword aura, which gave him a glimmer of hope!

There is no path in the world; it is only when you walk it that it becomes a path. The same applies to martial arts realms. There are higher realms, even if they are not visible. As long as you walk, you will eventually see them.

It might take a long time, but if you do not walk, you will have no hope at all.

Baixiaosheng had hope, and the system gave him great hope. He believed that with the help of the system, he could explore a vast range of martial arts. In such a wide range of martial arts, could he not find a path?

Baixiaosheng did not believe so. He had confidence, just like the sudden use of the sword aura. If he did not know how to improve his realm, he could learn and appreciate various martial arts. This would surely be useful to him, and the more he saw, the more it would inspire him.

Is this not a method?

Thinking about this, Baixiaosheng's mind became clear. He held the sword and laughed loudly, his laughter echoing throughout the entire manor, making the six women practicing in the front yard very curious. However, they did not disturb Baixiaosheng and continued their practice. In this aspect, Baixiaosheng was very strict.

The six women practiced, but they were also curious. What good thing had happened to Baixiaosheng that made him laugh so joyfully? Was it because his sword was completed?

Just as the six women were wondering, Baixiaosheng entered the front yard and said from a distance, "Six disciples, come, today I will take you to meet our neighbors."

The six women were puzzled and did not understand Baixiaosheng's words. Baixiaosheng did not explain but led the six women out of the Famous Sword Manor and down the mountain. He walked at a steady pace, and the six women had to try their best to keep up. After about three hours, they arrived at the foot of Wuliang Mountain.

"Master, why are we here at Wuliang Mountain?" The six women knew that there was a Wuliang Sword Sect here, but they did not understand Baixiaosheng's intentions.

Baixiaosheng smiled slightly and said, "We have built the Famous Sword Manor, and here is the Wuliang Sword Sect. Both have the word 'sword,' so we should have a good competition. I want to see how the Wuliang Sword Sect's 'sword' is."

After saying this, Baixiaosheng took the lead, and the six women, now very interested, quickly followed. Before they even reached the mountain, Baixiaosheng's voice echoed from Wuliang Mountain, lingering for a long time—Famous Sword Manor's Baixiaosheng leads six female disciples to pay respects!