"It's not just pretty impressive, it's pretty impressive!"
Xue Yi sighed softly. "I've been in Ethereal Sect for six years and I've only just touched the edge of a Level 2 Spirit Fire."
"Heh, let's not talk about that anymore,"
Xue Yi perked up and shrugged. "If Feng Haoyu can truly achieve something in both elixir and weapon refinement and help Misty Peak leave their names on the Elixir and Weapon Rankings of the sect competition, we'll be proud as well, right?"
Su Zimo smiled and nodded.
"Everyone, please be silent!"
Right then, a Foundation Establishment Cultivator appeared at the front of the Weapon Refinement Hall. Pressing down with both hands, the noise in the hall gradually disappeared.
"Everyone, please come forward and choose your materials before dispersing. Choose an empty spot in the hall and begin your weapon refinement. The test has officially begun!"
The hundred sect disciples dispersed one after another after selecting their spirit materials. Su Zimo and Xue Yi chose a spot at the back of the hall.
Hands behind his back, Feng Haoyu stood at the front with a prideful expression – no one dared to stand beside him.
Prior to this, Feng Haoyu had already asked around and found out that none of the trial disciples of the five peaks had managed to cultivate a Level 2 Spirit Fire. The best of them had only just touched the edge of it.
Feng Haoyu was confident that he would definitely be able to get number one in the end of the month test and obtain the right to watch the recordings left behind by the seniors of the sect.
Boom!
Taking out his Weapon Tripod from his storage bag, Feng Haoyu slammed it on the ground heavily, causing the entire hall to shake.
Every single action of Feng Haoyu attracted everyone's attention.
The hundred odd sect disciples participating in the test were not in a hurry to refine their weapons. After placing their Weapon Tripods, their gazes landed on Feng Haoyu.
Feng Haoyu's lips curled slightly.
Even though he did not turn around, he could sense the burning, jealous and envious gazes.
Feng Haoyu enjoyed that feeling.
The feeling of being the center of attention.
Reaching out slowly, Feng Haoyu channeled his spirit qi.
A ball of flame rose – it was a faint red Level 1 Spirit Fire.
The entire hall was silent as everyone watched the person at the front with bated breaths.
Swoosh!
Feng Haoyu extended his other hand and shot out a stream of Spirit Qi from his fingertip into the flames.
With a whoosh, the flame in Feng Haoyu's palm burned brightly. Its color gradually darkened, and before long, it had completely turned dark red.
Level Two Spirit Fire!
Whoosh!
Even though many sect disciples had already heard about it, they were still shocked to see the Level 2 Spirit Fire with their own eyes. The crowd was in an uproar.
With a Level 2 Spirit Fire, the success rate of refining low-grade spirit weapons would increase greatly. Many cultivators would never be able to touch it in their entire lives.
Sensing the commotion in the crowd, a gleeful look flashed through Feng Haoyu's eyes. With a wave of his palm, the Level 2 Spirit Fire floated to the Weapon Tripod and continued to burn.
Warming the cauldron.
First, he used the spirit fire to evenly heat the surroundings of the Weapon Crafting Cauldron. After the temperature had spread throughout the entire cauldron, he placed the spiritual materials in.
The process of weapon refinement was relatively long. At that moment, many cultivators behind Feng Haoyu had also begun to condense their spirit fires and proceed with the steps of warming the cauldron.
Xue Yi looked at Su Zimo and said, "Junior Brother Su, let's begin."
"Alright," Su Zimo nodded.
Xue Yi extended his palm and a ball of flame rose from it. Even though it was a Level 1 Spirit Fire, its color was a little dark and it was showing signs of evolving into a Level 2 Spirit Fire.
The step of warming the cauldron did not require concentration.
Xue Yi circled the spirit fire around the Weapon Tripod before placing it below. He turned to look at Su Zimo, thinking that this junior brother of his might be unfamiliar with weapon refinement since he had just come into contact with it. Perhaps, he could give him some pointers.
The moment Xue Yi turned his head, he froze on the spot.
There was a ball of flame burning in Su Zimo's palm that was so red that it was blinding!
Xue Yi was completely dumbfounded and his mind went blank. He did not even notice that the flame beneath the Weapon Tripod before him was extinguished.
Mimicking the others, Su Zimo burned the spirit fire around the Weapon Tripod before placing it beneath the tripod.
The step of warming the cauldron was not mentioned in the explanations of the inner sect disciples in the past.
For the past month, Su Zimo had not tried warming the cauldron even when he was in seclusion cultivation.
"I didn't come for nothing this time round's test. Indeed, I gained something," Su Zimo was secretly delighted.
"Su, Su, Junior Brother Su, your, your, your spiritual fire …"
Right then, Xue Yi's stuttering voice sounded in Su Zimo's ears with a hint of trembling.
Su Zimo turned his head and smiled. "I was just lucky to cultivate a Level 3 Spirit Fire in a daze."
Su Zimo was not being humble. He truly cultivated it in a daze and did not know the reason why even now.
Xue Yi's eyes widened and his mouth was agape, his jaw almost dropping to the ground.
This was the first time he had heard that a Level 3 Spirit Fire was cultivated in a daze through luck.
Their voices were not loud, but the surrounding disciples could hear them clearly.
Level 3 Spirit Fire?
Dream on!
The few disciples at the front turned back and were dumbfounded as well.
A strange atmosphere gradually spread through the entire hall.
Feng Haoyu, who was standing at the front, seemed to have sensed something as he frowned slightly. However, he did not turn back out of pride.
In this hall, no one was worthy of his attention!
Right then, a piercing shriek broke the strange atmosphere in the hall.
"Level 3 Spirit Fire!"
After that shriek, the hall was in an uproar.
"Scarlet! It's really a Level 3 Spirit Fire!"
"Who is that? He looks unfamiliar. Why haven't I seen him before?"
"He seems to be a new disciple this year."
"This is unbelievable. He's only a Level 5 Qi Refinement Warrior and yet he managed to cultivate a Level 3 Spirit Fire. What sort of talent is that?"
When he heard the discussions behind him, Feng Haoyu's expression darkened.
After standing still for a moment, Feng Haoyu's expression returned to normal. His eyes were calm as he turned around slowly and looked behind.
That ball of crimson flame was the first thing that came into view.
Right after, it was a familiar green robe and a handsome face.
"It's him again!"
Feng Haoyu narrowed his eyes as a cold glint flashed in the depths of his eyes.
"Hmm?"
Su Zimo, who was initially warming the tripod, felt a sudden sense of enmity and looked up instinctively.
"What sharp senses!"
Feng Haoyu was secretly shocked.
He had already concealed his enmity well. To think that it would still attract Su Zimo's attention.
Their gazes met in midair. Feng Haoyu's expression was unchanged as he turned around arrogantly.
On the surface, it seemed as though he did not take that to heart.
However, the Level 2 Spirit Fire beneath his Weapon Tripod was already extinguished – it was clear how shocked he was!
Su Zimo smiled and did not think much about it. Seeing that the Weapon Tripod was already warm and he was about to place the selected materials in, a disheveled head suddenly appeared beside him.
Shocked, Su Zimo retrieved the Cold Moon Saber from his storage bag and almost slashed over …
"Greetings, master!"
"Greetings, peak master."
When the disciples in the hall saw who it was, they greeted one after another.
Su Zimo coughed gently and stuffed the Cold Moon Saber back without a trace.
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