frightfiction Chapter 265 Misty Stone
Chapter 265 Misty Stone
Hearing this, the old woman glanced at Lin Chuan inconspicuously, and when she saw the lavender bell worn around his waist, her pupils suddenly shrank.
"I wonder what kind of magical weapon does Young Master Lin need to forge? Do you need my help?"
Grandma Feng's gaze slowly moved up from the bell on Lin Chuan's waist, and there was a bit more inquiry in her eyes as she looked at Lin Chuan.
"Thank you for your kindness, Senior. I want to practice on my own."
Lin Chuan bowed politely with a humble smile on his face.
"That's fine. If you have any difficulties, just call me."
After saying that, she glanced at the lavender bell on Lin Chuan's waist again without leaving any trace.
Then, she turned around, gently took Bai Zhi's hand, and walked away, muttering: "Saint, I have some doubts about my cultivation..."
The two walked farther and farther away, their figures gradually blending into the swirling clouds, leaving only Lin Chuan and Jiang Wanying standing in front of the cloud furnace, with heat waves still rolling around them.
"let's start."
Lin Chuan withdrew his gaze, and with a thought, seven flying swords hovered in front of him.
Then, he raised his hand and waved it. With a whoosh, seven flying swords flew into the cloud furnace like arrows.
The cloud furnace was activated instantly, and the flames rose several feet high. The already scorching temperature suddenly increased a few degrees. The surrounding air seemed to be ignited, making a crackling sound.
The billowing flames seemed to have life, jumping happily, tightly wrapping the seven flying swords, greedily licking the sword bodies, trying to reshape them.
"It's worthy of being called Immortal Meteorite Iron, it's really hard."
Lin Chuan muttered to himself as he sat cross-legged on the ground, legs crossed, and quickly formed seals with his hands. The spiritual energy in his body flowed continuously towards the cloud furnace like a surging river.
With the infusion of spiritual power, the flames in the cloud furnace underwent strange changes.
The fiery red flames gradually faded, transforming into a mysterious black and white. These black and white flames intertwined and blended, like two nimble dragons, swirling and swirling around the seven immortal meteorite iron flying swords in the furnace.
The temperature of the black and white flames seemed to be far higher than the previous red flames. Under such high temperature, the surrounding space was distorted more and more. Visible ripples spread in the air, as if this "membrane" of space would be torn at any time.
Lin Chuan was fully focused, not daring to slack off at all, and stared closely at the changes in the cloud furnace.
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"Saint, that bell..."
In the distance, Fairy Wind paused, a hint of hesitation flashed in her eyes, and finally she couldn't help but speak, but she stopped herself from speaking.
"Are you worried that I might become a member of the Qingluan Holy Land?"
Bai Zhi looked at Grandma Feng with clear eyes, a faint smile on her lips, and asked softly.
"The Saint must have a deep meaning behind this, I dare not speculate."
Granny Feng bowed slightly, her face respectful, but her tone hinted at a hint of worry. "But this bell is a token of the saints of past generations. Now that it's given to a man, an outsider at that, isn't it a bit inappropriate?"
"How do you think his talent compares to mine?" Bai Zhi asked softly, her eyes still calm.
"This……"
"Since Lin Chuan was accepted as a disciple by Xu Hanyi, his talent should be similar to that of the Saint Girl."
Grandma Wind spoke slowly with a thoughtful look in her eyes.
"His talent far exceeds mine. I want to keep him in our holy land. I gave him the bell just to make it easier for him to navigate the holy land."
Bai Zhi's eyes were burning, and her tone revealed unquestionable determination.
"It would be best if Lin Chuan could stay in our holy land, but what if he doesn't want to stay in our holy land?"
Fairy Wind frowned, worry flashing in her eyes.
"Since you embarked on the path of cultivation, have you relied solely on your talent to get this far?"
Bai Zhi raised her head slightly, with a distant look in her eyes, and asked softly.
"But if we rob him by force, Xu Hanyi..." Grandma Feng hesitated to speak, her face full of worry.
"If hard tactics don't work, we can try soft tactics. If soft tactics don't work, we still have a bond, and the Holy Land won't suffer any loss."
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As time slowly passed, the temperature around the cloud furnace became hotter and hotter, and the air seemed to be boiling, making a sizzling sound.
Inside the furnace, the seven flying swords made of immortal meteorite iron gradually softened under the continuous burning of black and white flames, and finally turned into seven balls of flowing silver liquid.
"call out!"
A sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly rang out, and Lin Chuan snapped his fingers. A stream of white light shot out from his hand and accurately penetrated into the cloud furnace.
The stone instantly turned into a cloud of mist, spreading in the cloud furnace like wisps of smoke.
This cloud is milky white in color and seems soft in texture, but it faintly emits a mysterious and powerful power fluctuation.
Wherever the clouds and mist went, the silver liquid in the furnace seemed to be given new vitality, rolling more violently, and the two blended with each other, colliding to produce a strange light.
Piaomiao Stone, a rare mineral unique to Baiyun Holy Land, can enable forged weapons to conceal their own aura during battle and launch unexpected attacks.
This ore is buried in the deepest part of the Baiyun Holy Land's mineral vein. It is extremely difficult to mine, and the yield from each mining is very small.
As for how Lin Chuan obtained it, that story has to start on a moonlit night.
Lin Chuan was studying the sword formation as usual, when he suddenly saw a beautiful woman dancing under the moon. He was so fascinated that his nose bleeds.
To express her apology, the beauty gave him a big piece.
So, this is his medical expenses, not a free meal for Bai Zhi.
At this moment, within the Cloud Furnace, the mist transformed from the Misty Stone was blending with the liquid Immortal Meteorite Iron. The milky white mist seeped into the silver liquid, like a flexible silk thread, cleverly connecting every drop of liquid.
With Lin Chuan's continued infusion of spiritual energy and his delicate manipulation, the fusion process within the furnace advanced rapidly. The originally chaotic liquid began to take on distinct shapes, and delicate flying swords gradually took shape.
At this moment, Lin Chuan suddenly stood up and controlled the seven flying swords in mid-air. Then, purple-gold lightning continued to fall.
"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!" The thunder roared with deafening force, and purple-gold lightning crisscrossed like streaks of silk, completely enveloping the flying sword. Each strike of lightning caused the flying sword to tremble violently, its light flickering unsteadily.
"This is..." Jiang Wanying's gaze was fixed on the purple-gold lightning, her beautiful eyes wide open, full of disbelief.
"The power of divine punishment?!" she couldn't help but blurt out, with obvious surprise in her voice and a strange look on her face.
At this moment, Lin Chuan was still concentrating on controlling the thunder and was completely unaware of Jiang Wanying's surprise.
His clothes rustled in the strong wind generated by the raging thunder, but his whole body stood firmly like a towering mountain, guiding the power of thunder with a firm gaze, constantly hammering the flying sword, allowing it to transform and sublimate in this extremely strong force.
After an unknown amount of time, the thunder dissipated, leaving only seven silver-white flying swords hanging in the air. The sword bodies were like mirrors, reflecting everything around them and emitting a cool glow.
Purple-gold arcs of electricity lingered around each flying sword, and the arcs were like nimble little snakes, constantly jumping and flashing.
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