Unknowingly, Weapon Peak's master, the disheveled old man, had arrived at the Weapon Refinement Hall and was standing beside Su Zimo.
Glancing at the Cold Moon Saber that Su Zimo had just returned, the disheveled old man asked in a seemingly casual manner, "Lad, why do you have to stab someone at the slightest disagreement?"
When he entered the sect, Su Zimo had just exited the illusion on the peak of the front mountain when he slashed at Weapon Peak's master.
Just Now, he had nearly slashed at Weapon Peak's master's head once more.
With an awkward expression, Su Zimo was about to retract his spirit fire and apologize to his master. Unexpectedly, the disheveled old man waved it off hurriedly and raised his head. "It's fine, continue refining. I'll watch from the side. Don't feel pressured."
"Alright," Su Zimo nodded in response.
Pausing for a moment, the disheveled old man patted Su Zimo on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Lad, you don't have to be so tense in our Ethereal Sect. Relax, no one will harm you. Don't draw your saber for no reason."
In reality, Su Zimo's reaction was something that he had trained in Cang Lang Mountain Range and was already a habit.
Outside the mountain range, all the birds and beasts were Su Zimo's enemies.
Back in the cave, he still had to be wary of the spirit monkey's sneak attacks and that was why he was acting so jittery.
However, Su Zimo did not let down his guard just because of the disheveled old man's words. While he should be more careful in the future and try not to draw his saber, he still had to be careful.
The disheveled old man continued, "Furthermore, even if you draw your saber, you have to look at who you're dealing with. You've only been in the sect for a month and you've already drawn your saber on two peak masters. What will happen if you stay here for too long?"
"Cough, cough. I'll be more careful in the future," Su Zimo smiled embarrassedly.
None of the peak masters would appear for a test like this at the end of the month, let alone Weapon Peak's master who was known for his laziness.
Now that the disheveled old man had appeared in the Weapon Refinement Hall, everyone knew the reason.
It was definitely not for Feng Haoyu, but for Su Zimo.
At this moment, Feng Haoyu, who was standing at the front, felt his face burning. However, his back was facing the crowd, so no one could see the coldness in his eyes.
Feng Haoyu calmed his mind and began to warm the cauldron again.
At the back of the main hall, Su Zimo's Level 3 Spirit Fire had never stopped. At this moment, he had already begun to put in the spiritual materials.
Numerous spirit materials entered the cauldron. Su Zimo increased the circulation of his spirit qi and the flames blazed, enveloping the entire Weapon Cauldron in an instant.
The temperature within the cauldron continued to rise!
The step of smelting was to use high temperatures to melt all kinds of spirit materials into liquid form, and then fuse them together, refining the impurities in the spirit materials as much as possible.
This step had nothing to do with artifact refinement techniques. It was the step that best reflected the difference in the level of the spirit fire.
Even if it was a Level 2 Spirit Fire controlled by a Senior Weapon Refinement Master, in terms of refining impurities, it would not be able to compare to a Level 3 Spirit Fire controlled by a novice.
Not long after, the various spiritual materials in the cauldron began to melt. In the end, they were refined into a large mass of liquid metal, releasing traces of spiritual energy.
The Level 3 Spirit Fire continued to burn.
The mass of liquid metal bubbled within the cauldron and the spirit qi in the cauldron gradually thickened.
When he saw that, a smile flashed through the disheveled old man's eyes as he nodded.
The liquid metal was bright red and gradually shrank under the continuous roasting – that was because some of the impurities were being refined.
15 minutes later, the volume of the liquid metal finally stopped shrinking.
This did not mean that there were no impurities in the liquid metal – it was merely the limit of what a Level 3 Spirit Fire could refine.
The smelting was over.
At that moment, the spiritual materials in the Weapon Cauldrons of the other disciples had just melted. Feng Haoyu was the only one who was slightly faster and a large mass of liquid metal appeared in his cauldron.
Not only was the Level 3 Spirit Fire more effective in refining impurities, it was also faster and was far ahead of others!
The next step was forging.
Su Zimo retracted his spirit fire and waited for the temperature in the cauldron to drop while regulating his breathing to recover the spirit qi that Just Now had expended.
Forging required one to circulate their spirit qi and form a pair of spirit hands that would reach into the Weapon Cauldron. Before the liquid metal solidified, they would have to create the shape of the weapon they wanted.
If they entered too early and the temperature in the cauldron was too high, not only would the spirit hands dissipate easily, it would be difficult for the forging to succeed before the liquid metal cooled down completely.
However, if they entered too late and the liquid metal solidified completely, it would be even more impossible to forge.
This step was a test of experience.
After an incense stick's time, Su Zimo suddenly stood up and circulated his spirit qi furiously. Forming a pair of hands in midair, he reached into the Weapon Cauldron and grabbed the liquid metal.
At that moment, the liquid metal was neither hard nor soft and had yet to solidify completely – the timing was perfect!
The disheveled old man looked at the focused Su Zimo from the side and was increasingly satisfied.
"Bloody hell, I've really picked up a treasure!"
If not for the fact that there were so many sect disciples around, the disheveled old man would have hugged Su Zimo and kissed him fiercely.
For some reason, Su Zimo suddenly felt a chill and could not help but shudder.
A moment later, a flying sword was gradually formed.
The sword was slender and did not have a sharp edge – the shape of the sword was just beginning to appear.
At that moment, many disciples in the Weapon Refinement Hall gave up on the test and focused on Su Zimo's weapon refinement process.
When they noticed the sword shape that Su Zimo had created, the crowd could not help but hiss.
At that moment, Feng Haoyu was already done with the smelting and was waiting for the Weapon Cauldron to cool down. Sitting on the spot, he could not help but turn back when he sensed the commotion in the crowd.
When he saw the sword shape in Su Zimo's Weapon Cauldron, Feng Haoyu sneered and turned back.
After the forging was done, Su Zimo could naturally sense the abnormality in the crowd.
"Master, did I make a mistake?" Su Zimo could not help but ask.
The disheveled old man waved it off and said nonchalantly, "It's not a big mistake. You grasped the timing of the forging very well. It's just that there's a problem with the sword shape. There's an additional hilt."
"An additional hilt?" Su Zimo froze for a moment with a confused look in his eyes.
The disheveled old man asked, "Do you know why most cultivators' flying swords don't come with a hilt?"
Su Zimo shook his head.
The disheveled old man said, "Flying swords are the most common Dharma treasures in the cultivation world. They have blades on both sides, are fast, agile and have a variety of attacks. Unlike ordinary swords, flying swords do not come with a hilt. With an additional hilt, the air resistance of the flying sword in the air will increase, reducing its agility and speed. "
A look of realization flashed through Su Zimo's eyes.
In the past, when he cultivated as a demon, he had always been fighting in melee combat. Now that he had only been in contact with immortal cultivation for a month, he had barely practiced sword kinesis.
After all, immortal cultivation was different from demonic cultivation. Cultivators did not use flying swords to fight their enemies. Instead, they used spirit qi to form a thread to control the flying sword from afar.
In a fight, if the flying sword pierced the opponent, it would be stuck in the opponent's body if the hilt came with it.
However, if there was no hilt, the flying sword could pierce through the opponent with ease and continue to be controlled without being affected.
If the other party cultivated body tempering techniques and had a strong physique, the flying sword with a hilt would fall into the hands of the other party more easily.
However, if the flying sword did not have a hilt and was all sharp, the opponent would not be able to grab it barehanded.
For a flying sword, a hilt was only a burden.
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