Chapter Eighty: The Blood Refining Technique

  After teleporting three times, the flying sword's color had already changed to pale green. Whether from the light it emitted or the sound of its hum, it was clear that it was in an extremely weakened state.

  Not long after, the flying sword that had been teleporting was forced to retreat repeatedly by two golden lights. Wang Lin's eyes condensed and he spat out another mouthful of spiritual energy. The flying sword dodged too late and was immediately enveloped by the spiritual energy. The two golden lights coiled around the outside like two pythons, and whenever they saw the flying sword trying to break free, they would immediately pounce, forcing the flying sword to never be able to escape.

  As time passed, the struggling movements of the flying sword did not subside but instead became more intense. The surrounding spiritual energy slowly dissipated. Wang Lin gritted his teeth and spat out another mouthful of spiritual energy, his hands forming a seal as he continued to refine it.

  The night slipped away quietly, and the flying sword finally showed a hint of calmness. Wang Lin's face was pale, and in this one night, he had already spat out dozens of mouthfuls of spiritual energy.

  Even with his cultivation at the 15th level of Qi Condensation, plus the help of the Spiritual Energy, he still felt mentally and physically exhausted, barely holding on.

  The morning sunlight drifted in through the window, and Wang Lin's refining continued. The flying sword no longer struggled, hovering calmly in mid-air as threads of spiritual energy carrying Wang Lin's divine sense slowly seeped into the sword.

  At this moment, Wang Lin's expression changed suddenly, and soon the knocking sound started, Zhang Hu's voice came from outside.

  "O Lin, want to go with me to the Teng family's tool shop?"

  Wang Lin took a deep breath and said loudly: "Zhang Hu, I'm at a critical moment in my practice, you go by yourself."

  Zhang Hu stood outside the door, hesitated for a moment, and then sat cross-legged on the floor outside Wang Lin's room without saying another word.

  Wang Lin no longer paid attention to Zhang Hu, continuing to refine the Flying Sword. Time passed bit by bit, and night fell once again. He had already consumed three gourds of Spiritual Liquid, but that flying sword still hadn't been refined yet.

  Helpless, Wang Lin had no choice but to ask for advice from Si Tu Nan.

  "Kid, you've finally found me? Hmph, I've been waiting all along. This flying sword, if you're willing to seclude yourself for ten years and use a large amount of spiritual energy, perhaps it can truly be refined. What I'm talking about isn't the Heaven Defying Space, but reality." Situ Nan said calmly.

  "For so long?" Wang Lin's eyebrows furrowed.

  "Of course, this is a Dan treasure, and it's even a top-grade one. It should be made by some crazy person in the later stage of Dan formation. At the moment of forming the infant, he didn't care about his own safety, and even risked failure to make this during the brief moment when he merged with heaven and earth, consuming a huge amount of energy. What a madman! I also thought of doing it back then, but after considering for a long time, I still didn't dare to do it. You know, failing to form the infant is not a big deal, but during this process, it's the most dangerous moment. A single mistake can lead to the collapse of one's divine consciousness, and death without a place to be buried."

  That white robe was also definitely helped by the Flying Sword creator at that time, and it was refined into a personal item. If my physical body was still there, I could naturally refine it easily, but now...I have no way...However..." said Situ Nan slowly.

  Wang Lin had already figured out Si Tu Nan's temperament and knew that this old guy especially liked to keep people in suspense, so he wasn't anxious either and quietly waited for the other party's next move.

  After a while, Situ Nan sighed and muttered: "Forget it, I'll tell you. This thing is too time-consuming to refine with normal methods. I'll teach you a method called Blood Refining Technique. The advantage is that you can immediately make this flying sword your own, but the disadvantage is that if the flying sword is damaged, you will also be affected by the backlash. This backlash is several times more severe than refining it with other methods."

  Wang Lin hesitated for a moment before saying, "Speak, how does this Blood Refining Technique work."

  Situ Nan thought of hanging Wang Lin's stomach, but then he thought that this kid would definitely not listen to himself, so he simply said the method, but in the end, he made a request.

  "It's been many years since I've had a woman, you have to let me indulge, even if it's just looking!"

  Wang Lin did not respond, following Si Tu Nan's method, his hands interlocked in a strange hand seal, biting the tip of his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood mist containing spiritual energy, his right hand changed seals, immediately drawing an eerie symbol in mid-air.

  The symbol was drawn in one stroke, and immediately plunged into the bloody mist. The bloody mist churned and rapidly contracted into the symbol, gradually intensifying the blood color on it. Wang Lin's eyes flashed, his left hand slapped the air, and instantly the blood-colored symbol was imprinted on the flying sword.

  The flying sword quivered and immediately emitted a faint white mist.

  Wang Lin immediately spat out another mouthful of blood mist, his expression slightly wilted, but his eyes became even more determined. With a wave of his right hand, an even more sinister symbol was drawn, merged with the blood mist and struck the flying sword.

  This process continued for several periods of time, until the third day at dawn, a sword cry came from Wang Lin's room and disappeared instantly. Zhang Hu had been sitting cross-legged outside the room, and now he suddenly stood up.

  Wang Lin's door opened silently, Wang Lin smiled and said with great joy: "Zhang Hu, thank you."

  Zhang Hu looked at Wang Lin with a strange expression and said: "What kind of cultivation method are you practicing? Why did I just hear the sound of a sword humming?"

  Wang Lin's mouth opened and a small green sword flew out, carrying a chilling aura. As soon as the sword appeared, a bloody atmosphere spread around him.

  Zhang Hu was taken aback, and exclaimed in a low voice: "This... is this the flying sword of my master? You've refined it? Hmm, how can there be such a strong smell of blood?"

  Wang Lin nodded, his right hand beckoned, and the flying sword instantly returned to his side, where he swallowed it into his mouth. As for this bloody aura, Wang Lin was also quite annoyed. It wasn't until after Sutu Nan successfully refined the blood that he slowly told him that all blood-refined treasures would emit a thick bloody aura, and as time went on and more people were killed, the bloody aura would become even thicker.

  Zhang Hu stared blankly at the flying sword, and after a long time, he took a deep breath and said: "Wang Lin, I must admit that you are impressive. With this flying sword, ordinary people can't easily hurt you. The key to this flying sword lies in its instant movement, and the distance it moves will vary depending on the owner's spiritual power. But when used unexpectedly, it is absolutely a deadly weapon."

  The two of them chatted for a few more sentences before Zhang Hu stood up to bid farewell. Before leaving, he told Wang Lin that in three days' time would be the first day of the monthly trading fair and asked him to prepare.

  After Zhang Hu left, Wang Lin took out the sword scabbard from his storage bag. Even Situ Nan couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, not knowing what kind of treasure this was.

  Wang Lin had previously thought that the sword scabbard and the flying sword were one entity, but after refining the flying sword and taking a closer look, he discovered the differences between them.

  This scabbard, with its ancient simplicity, exudes a faint aura of slaughter. The more one looks at it, the heavier the murderous intent becomes. Gradually, Wang Lin felt as if he was on the scene, his mind a complete blank except for a hazy image of a sword.