Chapter 102 Luo Ling

  Sun Ming slightly used his spiritual sense to observe the outside world. Suddenly, a figure that made him laugh and cry appeared in front of him. A young girl who looked like she was over 20 years old was clumsily holding the Astral Iron ring that Sun Ming had embedded with his own natal chart. She was attempting to perform the initial hand seal, the manipulation of spiritual fire, and other essential techniques for a refiner. However, her performance was full of holes. Nevertheless, Sun Ming did not intend to interrupt her, but instead quietly watched this young girl refine the equipment.

  Her face was stained with something, making her look like a flower cat. However, through the dust, Sun Ming could still see that she wasn't a stunning beauty, but rather had a delicate and pretty face. This girl seemed to be refining a flying sword. Meteorite iron, fire essence stone... These simple things couldn't be simpler, letting Sun Ming know that this little girl's location, the Refining Master Sect, shouldn't be very wealthy. Because back when he was an outer disciple of the Instrument Spirit Sect, these two things were something that even outer disciples could take as much as they wanted.

  It is unknown what level of flying sword these two things can be refined to in Sun Ming's hands. But in the hands of this clumsy and awkward little girl, their fate seems to have been sealed, with no resistance at all.

  "Alas, it seems I've failed again. Why can't I just refine a precious artifact for once!" The young girl gazed at the already formed flying sword with some indignation. Perhaps she had refined too many such things before. But despite her indignation... however, when refining magical artifacts, an alchemist's most taboo thing is emotional instability. Apparently, this young girl's teacher hadn't taught her these things.

  As expected, under the influence of this young girl's unstable emotions. The originally not very stable spiritual fire was actually extinguished just like that. A top-grade flying sword was broken into two segments just like that.

  "Master! Master, come quickly and take a look!" The young girl seemed to be in a panic as well. Perhaps this was her homework, who knows? Sun Ming knew that during the time he was an apprentice under the master craftsman, if his work failed and was considered a failure, the master would give him a certain kind of punishment. However, when Sun Ming was at Qingyun Sect, he had never failed to refine anything. Of course, he had also never suffered any punishment from his master. So every time he saw his fellow disciples with gloomy faces going to accept their punishment, Sun Ming would always have an expression as if he didn't care. But the expression on this young girl's face was exactly the same as those of his fellow disciples who were about to receive punishment back then.

  "What's going on?" a familiar voice came from outside. Sun Ming was puzzled.

  "Whose voice is this? It's so familiar. I'm sure I've heard it somewhere before." With such doubts, Sun Ming anxiously hoped that the owner of the footsteps would come in quickly.

  "What's next." A slightly chubby figure appeared within Sun Ming's line of sight. Joy mixed with a sense of relief slowly filled up Sun Ming's heart.

  "Lingbao. It's actually his own younger brother Lingbao." Although he wasn't as fat as he was back in Qisoul Mountain, Sun Ming still recognized his younger brother at a glance.

  A resolute expression replaced the tender look of a newborn calf. A few strands of black silk were scattered behind him in disarray. The sense of responsibility that shone through on his face. That "master" feeling made Sun Ming feel extremely comforted. After all, it had been so many years since he saw one of the few fellow disciples within the sect who could converse with him. This great joy was indeed beyond words.

  But Sun Ming didn't rush out to meet him. After all, he didn't know what the situation was now. If he went out rashly, he might really be a bit abrupt.

  "Lu Ling, how can you be so clumsy? As a Golden Elixir cultivator, you can't even refine a low-grade flying sword. Do you know that when your Shifu's older brother, Ling Ming, was at your current level of cultivation, he had already refined a high-grade spiritual artifact?" Ling Bao said with a look of disappointment, causing Sun Ming to burst out laughing. Upon hearing this, the boulder in Sun Ming's heart finally fell. It seemed that his younger brother did not suspect him of colluding with the demonic path and killing Tian Yi and Tian Huo elders.

  "Master, don't speak so loudly. I know that Master Lingming was wronged. But the cultivation world is no longer what it used to be. If someone hears us, we'll both be in trouble." The little girl named Luoling looked at Ling and reminded him in a soft voice, her eyes sparkling with an indescribable liveliness and beauty.

  "This little girl, if she works hard, will definitely become a great talent in the future." Sun Ming said with a smile.

  "Alas. What a pity. The Lingming Shidi is dead. The sect has also been destroyed." Lingbao said gloomily. But these words sounded like another flavor in Sun Ming's heart, just like a sudden clap of thunder exploding in his mind.

  "The sect has been destroyed. The sect has been destroyed..." Sun Ming was somewhat absent-minded, muttering this sentence repeatedly in his mouth, with a gloomy expression.

  "What is this all for!" Sun Ming roared in his heart. His eyes were bloodshot, and the murderous intent revealed in his gaze made people shudder.

  Fortunately, Sun Ming is no longer the same as before. Anger comes quickly and goes quickly. Sun Ming took a deep breath and calmed down his emotions.

  "I must go out." Sun Ming said silently in his heart. But how to get out? With what identity to get out. Sun Ming looked at Lingbao, who was demonstrating the technique of refining equipment with Tirolin, and kept thinking in his mind.

  "En. Just like that. This way won't bring them any trouble, and we can get close to them." Sun Ming nodded slightly, a faint smile appearing on his face.

  Lingbao had obviously done this for Luoluo more than once or twice. It could be seen from his impatient expression. He changed the incantation and began to refine the flying sword.

  "The standard of a six-star equipment master. The cultivation of the Out-of-Body period. It seems that after all these years, Lingbao hasn't been idle either." Sun Ming thought to himself with a smile.

  Lingbao picked up the inlaid meteorite with Sunming's Na Xiu ring and threw it into the spiritual fire, still muttering to himself like Luo Ling.

  "You know, the most important thing for an alchemist is to learn how to control their emotions. They can't let their emotions fluctuate because of a little setback. If they do, nine out of ten times, their experiments will fail. You see, an alchemist needs not only solid techniques but also stable mental quality. You, on the other hand, are unable to control your emotions, which is why you keep failing over and over again."

  Lingbao's words made Luo Ling nod repeatedly, while Sun Ming couldn't help but smile secretly beside him. It was actually what he had told Sun Ming before, so how did it become his golden rule for teaching disciples?

  Lingbao's flying sword is also taking shape. Judging from the treasure light, it's undoubtedly a mid-grade spiritual artifact. Being able to refine a mid-grade spiritual artifact with such simple things clearly shows that Lingbao's skills are quite impressive.

  "It's time." The Lingguang Yuanchun method of Sun Mingyun, the Jade Void Palace. A peaceful light. In an instant, it was transmitted from the flying sword to the Naxu ring embedded in it.

  Sacred. Serene. Just like the scene where those senior predecessors appeared, radiating light. It made Luo Ling and Ling Bao both astonished. Clang! Due to Ling Bao's carelessness while in a state of surprise. The mid-grade treasure flying sword that had already taken shape suddenly suffered the same treatment as the flying sword that Luo Ling had just refined with him. Cut in half.

  "Master, you're also saying I... Look at yourself, aren't you also...? A refining master must pay attention to controlling their emotions. Can't let some shocking and strange things affect one's own emotions. Otherwise, the consequences are unthinkable." Luo Ling playfully looked at Lingbao, who had a hint of a smile on his face, and began to speak in a tone that was exactly like Lingbao's.

  "Lo Ling, stop messing around." Ling Bao was obviously getting impatient. His tone had become somewhat heavy. Lo Ling, who was standing beside him, suddenly looked wronged and burst into tears.

  "It's just a medium-grade spiritual artifact, why make it difficult for your disciple? A mischievous disciple is good. I wanted to take in a slightly mischievous disciple back then but couldn't find one. You truly don't know the blessing you have. Alright, little girl, stop crying. I'll help your master forge this flying sword and give it to you." Xian Feng's Dao bone was revealed, his white hair fluttering. This was Ming's current appearance. The two spiritual treasures, Lingbao and Luoling, were stunned, staring blankly at this senior who had appeared out of nowhere.

  Sun Ming has a model to learn from. His movements are steady and heavy. He began to refine the flying sword that replaced Lingbao. You can't help but feel this way. This set of senior figures is really vivid and lifelike. Of course, the subtleties of the eight-nine Xuan Gong transformation technique here are not to be underestimated.

  Skilled. High person. Senior. At this moment, Lingbao's mind is filled with all the words he can think of. A broken flying sword that had been severed was actually in the hands of this senior. In an instant, it was reconnected. Moreover, looking at the color of the treasure, it had obviously reached the level of a high-grade spiritual instrument.

  Sun Ming handed over the refined flying sword to Luo Ling who was standing there in a daze. Then he looked at Lingbao and smiled without saying a word.

  "Senior. Junior Lingming has paid his respects." Ling bowed and performed a junior's courtesy. He also used his hand to pull Luo Ling, who was standing there in a daze, holding a high-quality spiritual instrument.

  "Senior. Junior Luo Ling greets you with respect. Thank you for the flying sword. Junior Luo Ling likes it very much." Luo Ling finally walked out of the shocked state he was in just now and performed a big, square junior salute.

  "No need for courtesy. You're both excused." Sun Ming waved his hand grandly. A formless True Essence energy supported the two who were in the midst of paying their respects.

  "I don't know where Senior is. Why would he appear in the flying sword refined by Junior?" Lingbao finally asked his question.

  But Sun Ming didn't answer. Instead, he looked at Ling Bao and smiled without saying a word, making Ling Bao feel strange inside.

  "Goodness gracious. Master, how can you be so foolish? This senior is obviously a senior of our Qilingshen Sect. Didn't you notice the technique that Senior just used to refine his equipment?" Luolong reminded him from the side.

  "This little girl's heart is still quite delicate." Sun Ming said.

  "The old man's spiritual energy is clear and his heart is above others." Sun Ming said with a smile while stroking his beard.

  "Are you a senior of the Mingzi generation?"