Volume 1: The Decline of the Yue Family Chapter 15: Refining the Flying Sword Please Collect and Recommend

  "Father, don't worry, I have my own plans." Yue Cheng replied softly, muttering to himself: The path of cultivation will start from Qingyang Gate.

  "Alas..." Yue Zishan sighed, he was very familiar with Yue Cheng's situation. He couldn't cultivate Qi or magic, nor could he become an alchemist. Three years later, how would he be able to enter Qingyang Gate? Even if he could cultivate Qi and magic, it would already be too late. Yi Qian had already reached the cultivation level of a three-star Douling, and compared to him, Yue Cheng was only inferior by three stars.

  The other members of the Yue family also began to worry about Yue Cheng, only Yue Zifeng had a faint smile on his face. If it weren't for Yue Cheng's instructions that he couldn't tell anyone about refining the elixir, he would have already said everything, and everyone in the Yue family would be shocked.

  Back in the room, Yue Cheng closed the door and sat down. He also saw that Yi Qian was a Three-Star Dou Ling with incredible strength at such a young age, truly a super talent. In three years, her strength would be even more astonishing. Currently, he was at the late stage of foundation building, and after comparing himself to others, Yue Cheng believed that his current strength could handle any Two or Three-Star Dou Shi. In three years, he should be able to break through to the later stages of enlightenment or the early stages of fetal breathing, and with a magic tool, he would have the power to rival Dou Ling.

  Three days later, in a cave on the back mountain of the Yue family, Yue Cheng sat cross-legged, with a large pile of materials in front of him. This cave was dug out by laborers at Yue Cheng's behest, and for the next few days, he planned to seclude himself and first refine the Flying Sword and the Illusory Formation Array. Refining them in his room was somewhat dangerous, as Yue Cheng feared that he would set the room on fire again.

  Yue Cheng picked up a piece of cyan iron stone in front of him, which was a thousand-year-old mysterious iron. Yue Cheng had found many things before he knew that there was a thousand-year-old mysterious iron, and using it as the main material for flying swords was also acceptable. In addition, Yue Cheng also planned to add some yellow jade essence stones and other materials to the flying sword, so that the speed of the refined flying sword would be much faster, and when driving it, it would only consume the least amount of true energy.

  As a familiar hand seal formed, Yue Cheng activated his true energy, and a flame quickly condensed in his hand. The thousand-year-old Xuan Iron in front of him also slowly floated up. The Supreme True Fire enveloped the Thousand-Year Xuan Iron, and in an instant, the blue Thousand-Year Xuan Iron began to slowly turn red under the wrapping of the Supreme True Fire.

  Yue Cheng had long been prepared, wanting to refine the thousand-year-old Xuan Tie was not an easy task. With the Supreme True Fire in hand, he refined it at a steady pace. After crossing over, all the immortal artifacts and good things on his body were gone, so he had to start everything from scratch again.

  Just as Yue Cheng was in seclusion, news somehow spread outside that the useless young master of the Yue family would be going to Qingyang Gate three years later. For a time, it was all the rage, with some people saying Yue Cheng was overestimating himself, others saying he had gone crazy, and yet others supporting his actions, thinking that even if a man were to die, he should do so with dignity. In any case, everyone hoped that the three years would pass quickly, so they could see the excitement.

  Ten days later, Yue Zishan went to Qixing City and got the news that Tongjing Dan would be auctioned off at Yuanbao Sect's auction house three months later. He was overjoyed when he returned and hastily asked Yue Zifeng to prepare some gold coins, as he planned to attend the auction at Yuangong Gate three months later.

  Twenty days later, a dark green hot aura floated in front of Yue Cheng's body in the cave. After twenty days, he finally refined the thousand-year-old Xuan Tie. Yue Cheng's face was also pale, and he stuffed an Rejuvenation Dan into his mouth. He then controlled the Supreme True Fire to refine a palm-sized yellow jade stone called Huang Yu Jing Shi. Adding this stone to the Flying Sword would greatly improve its quality.

  Yue Cheng's pale face quickly regained some color after taking a Rejuvenation Pill, and the effect of his own refined medicine was undoubtedly several times better.

  Two days later, the Huang Yu Jing Shi also turned into a pale yellow under the refining of Yue Cheng's Supreme True Fire. The pale yellow was constantly jumping in the Supreme True Fire, and a thick spiritual energy was also diffusing in the mountain cave.

  Yue Cheng didn't stop, and then he refined these materials one by one until seven days later, the materials for refining the flying sword were all refined. Next was the most important step of forging the sword. Although refining the flying sword wasn't dangerous to the refiner himself, if there was a mistake, it would destroy all the materials. With Yue Cheng's current status, he couldn't afford to waste them, so he didn't dare to be careless at all.

  He once again stuffed a Rejuvenation Pill into his mouth, and with his mind focused, he controlled the Supreme True Fire to slowly condense the materials of various flying swords together. Then, using his soul power, he slowly shaped them into sword form, repeatedly forging them until the flying sword took shape.

  This refinement was not difficult for Yue Cheng, but it consumed a lot of his true energy. Before long, Yue Cheng's face turned pale again, and he had to put out his hand to stuff another Rejuvenation Pill into his mouth. He had already eaten three Rejuvenation Pills while refining the flying sword, which proved how much true energy was needed.

  Seven days later, a broadsword with a full body of cyan color was floating in front of Yue Cheng, shining with bright cyan light. Yue Cheng put away the Supreme True Fire, opened his mouth and bit open a small wound on his right index finger. As he formed a seal with his hand, several drops of bright red blood dripped onto the cyan broadsword.

  Suddenly, the blue long sword shone brightly and began to spin rapidly without stopping. A string of flowing light flashed on the sword's body. Yue Cheng's face showed a faint smile, his handprint changed again, and the blue broadsword suddenly drew a beautiful arc in the cave, falling into Yue Cheng's hand.

  "Finally succeeded." Yue Cheng stroked the hilt of the cyan-colored broadsword in his hand, with this flying sword, he would be much safer from now on.

  However, things are not over yet. Although the flying sword has been refined, Yue Cheng still needs to refine it to communicate with his heart and mind, otherwise the flying sword cannot fly freely in the air as he wishes.

  After a brief rest, Yue Cheng controlled the flying sword to float in front of him. A strange handprint was formed in his hand, and a faint white light shot from his brow towards the flying sword. As the white light infused into it, the green flying sword began to emit a buzzing humming sound, extremely eerie.

  The white awn on Yue Cheng's eyebrow is a strand of his soul, and infusing a strand of his soul into the flying sword and perfectly merging with it would be a great success.

  Three days later, Yue Cheng put the flying sword into a spatial storage bag. This spatial storage bag was originally used by Yuan Baozong to store materials, but Yue Cheng didn't have one, so he kept it for himself. The spatial storage bag was also an expensive item that ordinary people couldn't afford.