Chapter 4 : Sword Forging

Next day, early morning.

Bai Jingxian got up very early.

He first cooked himself a bowl of noodles to fill his stomach.

After eating, he went to a secluded small room in the courtyard.

He rubbed the storage ring in his hand.

A small mountain of broken swords piled together.

Some even still bore bloodstains.

Sword techniques were of many kinds.

But broadly divided into two categories: wielding the sword and controlling the sword.

Wielding was the most traditional, requiring close combat.

Controlling used divine soul power to drive the swords, no need for close engagement.

Bai Jingxian knew both wielding and controlling.

But he preferred controlling far more.

The moves were not only grandiose in momentum.

But also extremely lethal.

It just required a large number of spirit swords.

In the battle against the Blood Demon Sect.

Six hundred first-tier spirit swords.

Five hundred second-tier spirit swords.

Four hundred third-tier spirit swords—all snapped.

Only one fifth-tier spirit sword remained by his side: Tracing Light.

Tracing Light was a growable spirit sword obtained from Xiao Cang.

Each advancement required high-quality quenching crystals.

It pained him to think about it.

But considering Tracing Light’s property of feeding back from killed enemies.

He felt it was worth it.

He did not know weapon refining.

But Xiao Cang did.

Just to avoid suspicion.

Each time, he would pretend to set up the forging table in front of him.

And hang a sign on the door, not allowing anyone to disturb.

Forging weapons did not require vouchers.

As long as materials were sufficient, Xiao Cang would automatically synthesize them.

“Xiao Cang, melt all these weapons.”

“Synthesize as many new ones as possible.”

[Yes]

A mechanical female voice sounded in Bai Jingxian’s mind.

Immediately after, the mountain-high pile of spirit swords instantly melted into molten iron.

The room’s temperature rapidly rose.

Molten iron scattered everywhere.

But soon, clumps of molten iron condensed and cooled into spirit swords one by one.

[Total: 300 first-tier spirit swords, 150 second-tier spirit swords, 50 third-tier spirit swords]

[Quality: 98%]

“Only five hundred, huh.”

Bai Jingxian’s face showed some worry.

But it was better than nothing.

He stored the spirit swords back into his storage ring.

He looked down at himself.

His clothes were already soaked with sweat.

As soon as he stepped out the door.

He saw Hua Yuliu leaning against the doorframe.

It gave him a fright.

“Senior Sister?”

“How did the refining go?”

“300 first-tier spirit swords, 150 second-tier, 50 third-tier.”

“Total five hundred.”

“Indeed a bit few.”

“Remelting defective ones and still getting five hundred is already not bad.”

Only then did Bai Jingxian notice.

Today, Hua Yuliu had changed into a moon-white palace dress.

Her jet-black long hair casually scattered behind her.

Under the skirt were a pair of white slender high heels.

Her jade feet bare of socks.

Her tender pink toes crystalline and translucent.

As if sensing Bai Jingxian’s gaze.

A trace of disgust and disdain rose in Hua Yuliu’s eyes.

She tossed a storage ring into Bai Jingxian’s hand.

Bai Jingxian probed it with his divine sense.

Four hundred first-tier spirit swords.

Two hundred second-tier.

One hundred third-tier.

“Thank you, Senior Sister.”

“Do not destroy them again.”

“Next time, there won’t be this many.”

Hua Yuliu withdrew her gaze.

She did not look at Bai Jingxian again.

She left directly.

“Where is Senior Sister going?”

“To practice swordsmanship.”

She replied indifferently.

The courtyard was left with Bai Jingxian alone once more.

Bai Jingxian had the habit of taking afternoon naps on ordinary days.

He lay on the recliner in the courtyard, sleeping soundly.

But at some unknown time, a visitor arrived outside the door.

The visitor stood outside and gently knocked.

But received no response.

She was not annoyed.

She stood in front of the door for a long while.

Until Bai Jingxian woke from his nap.

Only then did he sense someone outside.

Bai Jingxian opened the door.

Looking at the woman before him.

He had seen or interacted with most female cultivators in the sect.

Why?

Because the early tasks issued by Xiao Cang were mostly related to female cultivators in the sect.

He had some impression of them, more or less.

The woman before him was one of them.

If ranking the women in the sect.

Excluding the peerlessly magnificent Yan Zhuyue and the clear-cold exiled immortal Hua Yuliu.

The woman before him could be called first.

Her face was beautiful.

Her figure slender.

Her features delicately born.

A hint of clear coldness hidden in her warm eyes.

A black dress with gold trim nearly covered her entire body.

Her rounded fragrant shoulders exposed to the air.

Her neck slender.

Her collarbone exquisite.

Her slender jade hands had nowhere to rest.

She simply placed them on her lower abdomen.

Upon seeing Bai Jingxian.

The clear coldness between the black-dressed woman’s brows seemed to melt a bit.

She slightly bowed.

Her eyelashes lowered a few degrees.

Her voice especially soft and charming.

“Greetings, Senior Brother Jingxian.”

“Here to pick up your sword?”

“Along the way, to see how Senior Brother Jingxian is doing.”

The black-dressed woman tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

A faint smile on her lips.

Bai Jingxian welcomed her in.

The woman sat opposite him.

Bai Jingxian picked up the teapot on the table and brewed a cup of tea.

Poured it into her cup.

The tea fragrance overflowed.

The tea was fourth-tier spirit tea obtained from tasks with Xiao Cang.

Drinking it could nourish the divine soul and calm emotions.

He even planted some in a corner of the courtyard.

“Your sword will take a few more days to repair.”

“No hurry.”

“Senior Brother Jingxian, how is your body?”

“Nothing serious.”

“Just cultivation regression.”

Bai Jingxian said so.

The woman slightly nodded.

She lightly sipped.

“I heard many of Senior Brother’s swords were destroyed?”

“How did you know?”

“I overheard the sect treasury elders complaining on the way here.”

The woman chuckled lightly.

Bai Jingxian helplessly shrugged.

“No choice.”

“Who asked me to fight an entire sect alone?”

“If I didn’t go all out, you’d only be able to see my grave now.”

“Senior Brother Jingxian, please don’t joke.”

“It’s the truth.”

“If Master hadn’t arrived in time, I would have perished long ago.”

Hearing Bai Jingxian’s words.

The woman said nothing more for a moment.

Her eyelashes lowered again.

Hiding that trace of unease.

Bai Jingxian saw her unease.

He only softly said.

“Drink tea.”

Bai Jingxian chatted with Ji Chanxi for a while.

Mostly about recent sect matters and gossip within the sect.

Most of it concerned him.

Hearing that he planned to insist on participating in the Central Continent Grand Tournament.

Countless people sighed in pity.

He did not care.

Ji Chanxi’s voice was very pleasant.

Her usual tone carried a slight clear coldness.

But when casually chatting with him, it was especially soft and charming.

“Senior Brother Jingxian, the day is almost here.”

“What day?”

Bai Jingxian’s eyes showed slight confusion.

Ji Chanxi gazed at his brows and eyes.

She softly said.

“The day Sect Master Yan promised to accept disciples.”

“Oh, I remember now.”

Yan Zhuyue would choose a day each year to accept disciples.

Accepting direct disciples, not nominal ones.

The standards differed each year.

All depending on her personal mood.

This was actually his suggestion.

After all, his senior sister’s personality was too clear and cold.

Thus, she usually stayed alone.

He himself was not someone who liked enjoying solitude.

But so far, no one had passed Yan Zhuyue’s test.

He did not know if she did it on purpose or unintentionally.

“Why so persistent?”

“After all, receiving guidance from an Eighth Realm expert is a rare opportunity.”

Ji Chanxi’s expression was sincere.

Her pitch-black eyes filled with admiration for Yan Zhuyue.

Bai Jingxian thought to himself.

The Eighth Realm expert you keep thinking about gets drunk every day and acts crazily.

If she saw such a contrasting Yan Zhuyue.

Her expression would surely be wonderful.

He was already looking forward to it.

“Then Senior Brother wishes you good luck.”

Bai Jingxian chuckled.

Ji Chanxi lightly acknowledged.

A trace of imperceptible affection flashed in the depths of her eyes.