Five spirit patterns, a perfect spirit weapon!
In front of Su Zimo, a bedazzling light burst forth like the first rays of dawn, filling the entire square.
The light paused for a moment before retracting rapidly into the saber!
No one spoke. The square and the spectator stands were completely silent.
Everyone's gazes were drawn to the gigantic spirit saber that was hovering in midair. Their mouths were agape and they were shocked.
Even though the spirit saber looked cumbersome and had a handle that did not make sense, it was still a perfect-grade spirit weapon after all!
Even Perfected Being Jin Dan who had lived for hundreds of years might not be able to witness the creation of a perfect spirit weapon in his entire life.
How lucky were they to be able to witness it with their own eyes?
Perfected Being Yun Shan's gaze was burning.
Southern Mountains Sect was known for their body tempering and melee combat strength. In the hands of others, the power that the spirit saber could unleash was limited. However, in his hands, it was definitely a terrifying killing weapon!
That perfect-grade spirit saber had a fatal attraction for him!
Everyone from True Fire Sect was shocked at first before confusion appeared in their eyes.
Even Weapon Refinement Masters like Sima Zhi and Elder Zhang who had been immersed in the art of weapon refinement for hundreds of years could not understand what was going on.
Logically speaking, Su Zimo's explanation of removing the Weapon Tripod was complete bullsh * t.
However, the truth was right before their eyes and they had no choice but to reconsider.
Perhaps, removing the Weapon Tripod could truly condense providence and increase the success rate of spirit gathering?
After all, that was a method that no one had tried before. Perhaps, this was truly an undiscovered secret of the weapon refinement world?
However, on second thought, if it was truly that simple, why would Su Zimo reveal the secret so honestly without hiding anything?
No matter how they thought about it, they could not figure it out.
However, the truth was that after removing the Weapon Tripod, Su Zimo managed to condense five spirit patterns!
Looking at the spirit saber that was hovering in midair, Su Zimo heaved a sigh of relief and revealed a radiant smile.
That refinement process had expended a large amount of spirit energy, mental state and energy. Right now, he was completely exhausted and almost on the verge of collapsing, drenched in sweat.
There was only one last step left. The spirit saber would be completely refined.
Su Zimo waved his sleeves, and the spirit saber that had just condensed five blades moved horizontally, falling into the cold water that had been prepared long ago.
The sixth step was quenching.
Normally, when a spirit saber that had been burned red fell into cold water, its temperature would drop rapidly, and it would emit billowing green smoke and an ear-piercing sound.
During the exchange of hot and cold, the internal structure of the spirit saber would change and become tougher. The spirit patterns would also completely merge with the saber, becoming indistinguishable.
But now, when the spirit saber crafted by Su Zimo fell into the cold water, there was no sizzling sound or green smoke!
How could this be?
Su Zimo's expression changed slightly and he frowned.
At this moment, a change occurred in the cold water.
The surface of the water was emitting warm white steam, and bubbles began to appear.
It was boiling!
The basin of water did not quench the flames on the spirit saber. Instead, it was heated up by the heat emitted by the saber and boiled!
Gurgle gurgle!
The surface of the water was boiling. In the spectator stands, many Jin Dan Perfected Cultivators stood up and craned their necks to watch.
"Hahahaha!"
Right then, Sima Zhi burst into laughter. His eyes were filled with mockery as he shouted, "Su Zimo, oh, Su Zimo, your perfect spirit weapon is going to be wasted. It's not going to belong to you at the end of the day!"
Su Zimo's expression was unchanged as he stared at the boiling water with a dark gaze. No one knew what he was thinking about.
"What's going on?" Someone whispered.
Sima Zhi replied smugly, "If you want to refine a perfect spirit weapon, you can't make any mistakes in the six steps of weapon refinement. If you want to refine a saber with five spirit patterns, there's no way you can succeed with this ordinary cold water! "
Su Zimo sighed internally.
He knew that Sima Zhi was right – he had not considered this matter thoroughly.
Of course, he could not be blamed entirely. In all the ancient weapon refinement manuals in Misty Peak, there was no mention of what one had to take note of in order to refine a perfect spirit weapon.
Who would have thought that countless years later, a disciple of Misty Peak would attempt to refine a perfect spirit weapon?
Sima Zhi declared with a mocking expression, "If you want to refine a perfect spirit weapon, you'll have to use the rarest and most supreme-grade spirit liquids such as Northern Frost Ice, Deep Sea Fiend Oil or Empyrean Spring Water …"
"It's a pity that you don't have any of those things, hahahaha!"
Many Jin Dan Perfected Cultivators were secretly shocked. Every single one of the three items mentioned by Sima Zhi were extremely valuable and were not any lower than supreme-grade spirit weapons!
To think that they would only be used for quenching.
Su Zimo pulled the spirit saber out of the boiling water expressionlessly and did not do anything else.
When they saw that, everyone knew that Su Zimo did not prepare those things beforehand and could not help but sigh.
Seeing that a perfect spirit artifact was about to be born, he didn't expect to fall at the last step.
"Ugh!"
Xuan Yi sighed with a pained expression.
Ji Yaoxue looked at the silent Su Zimo and felt her heart ache. She turned her head hurriedly and shouted, "Father, help him …"
The emperor said in a deep voice, "Ming Ze, head to the palace's treasury. There should be Empyrean Spring Water there."
"It's already too late!"
Sima Zhi pointed at the spirit saber in Su Zimo's hands and sneered, "If there's no quenching item in five breaths' time, that saber will be crippled!"
Everyone focused their gazes and saw that the spirit patterns on the fiery red saber were already showing signs of dissipating – it was already too late to retrieve the Empyrean Spring Water!
"Su Zimo, you're still too young, fufufufu."
Sima Zhi laughed.
He was overjoyed because Su Zimo's fortune would dissipate with this failure and it would be difficult for him to refine perfect spirit weapons in the future!
This failure was not only a saber that was crippled, but also a monstrous Weapon Refinement Master!
Ji Yaoxue stood up and was prepared to console Su Zimo.
Right then, Su Zimo narrowed his eyes and a strange glint flashed through them. Suddenly, he gripped the saber in his hands tightly and held it horizontally in front of his chest with the blade facing downwards.
Su Zimo reached out and the blade landed on his palm, slicing across it slowly and forcefully!
Since there's no Northern Frost Ice, Deep Sea Fiend Oil or Empyrean Spring Water, I'll use my blood to refine this spirit saber!
Sima Zhi sneered in disdain, "How foolish. How can your blood compare to the Empyrean …"
Sima Zhi couldn't continue. His eyes were wide open and his face was filled with disbelief.
How could this be? His bloodline …
Poof!
Poof! Blood spewed out from the blade and splattered on the fiery red saber.
Shing!
An ear-piercing sound echoed and thick smoke billowed from the saber!
The temperature of the saber plummeted and the spirit patterns that were about to dissipate stabilized and fused with the saber!
Furthermore, the five spirit patterns were even devouring Su Zimo's blood vaguely!
Although the temperature of the saber had plummeted, the color of the saber was gradually deepening. From the fiery red color of the spirit fire, it was gradually turning into a blood-like scarlet!
Sixth step, quenching was a success.
Clang! Clang!
Clang! The saber trembled and let out a series of intense buzzes. It was filled with a thick blood stench that made one uneasy.
Su Zimo caressed the saber gently and murmured, "Since you're refined with my blood … from this day forth, you'll be called Blood Quenching."
As though it was sentient, the saber quietened down.
A perfect spirit weapon, Blood Quenching, was born!
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