After he cleaned up the last fish cabin, Han Fei's spiritual energy finally exceeded three thousand points. The 3,241 points were enough for him to make three more waves at the bottom of the sea.
Of course, he wasn't so lucky every time. The sea dragons, the cunning Ghost Blade Clams, and the sea anemones were all horrifying.
On the bow, Han Fei studied the Demon Purification Pot with the broken controller.
Looking at the green pot the size of an apple in his palm, Han Fei thought of something.
"Activate."
As Han Fei thought of something, two thousand points of spiritual energy disappeared, and a huge wave of spiritual energy surged into the pot. Han Fei felt that there was a hazy mist in his head. The moment the mist exploded, Han Fei had an unprecedented epiphany.
In the void, there seemed to be a burning furnace. Han Fei was stunned. He felt that as long as he was willing, he could store anything into the calabash and then perform some kind of magical synthesis.
At the same time, an idea popped up in Han Fei's head.
Heaven and Earth Furnace: With heaven and earth as the furnace and spiritual energy as the fire, everything can be made into a weapon.
When this sentence appeared in Han Fei's mind, he immediately swallowed. Using heaven and earth as a furnace? That sounded rather impressive.
But when he remembered the introduction of the Void Fishing Art, he was reassured. That's right. I've traveled through time. What can't I accept?
Han Fei glanced at the purple bamboo, the blade fish dagger, the fine iron fishing rod, and the ragged clothes he was wearing. Thinking that he had five blade fish daggers anyway, he immediately stored one of them into the Heaven and Earth Furnace.
The moment the blade fish dagger disappeared, he seemed to see a misty space in the pot, where a knife floated quietly.
"Smelt."
The fire in the furnace instantly rose, and in less than a breath's time, a palm-sized knife floated out.
"So fast?"
Han Fei opened his eyes, only to see a knife floating in front of him and falling into his hand.
"Hiss …"
Han Fei was slightly dumbfounded. It's so small? My half-meter-long knife has become a Little Li Flying Knife after being refined?
Han Fei picked up the knife. For some reason, he felt that the knife was very suitable for him.
However, the first thing Han Fei wanted to prove was how powerful this palm-sized Laughing Dao was. He picked up the small knife and slashed at the other knife. As a result, his eyes immediately widened. The supposedly tough knife actually had a chip on it?
"So powerful?"
Han Fei looked at the purple bamboo on the side and thought to himself, It shouldn't be a big deal if I cut it, right?
"Ding …"
He tapped it lightly and it made a crisp sound. Han Fei examined it carefully. The purple bamboo was fine, not even a scratch, and so was the knife.
Han Fei was relieved. It seemed that the grade of the Purple Bamboo was very high.
But when he looked at the Demon Purification Pot again, he was dumbfounded.
"Hiss, only 1053 points left? The consumption of spiritual energy is 188 points?
Han Fei hesitated. Although the effect was gratifying, the consumption was equally huge. This was only the smelting of a saber. What if it was a purple bamboo?
He hardened his heart and stored the purple bamboo into the Heaven and Earth Smelt. Then, he hardened his heart and threw in the remaining knives. He needed a weapon anyway, and He Xiaoyu's bamboo stick made him envious.
Han Fei took a deep breath. Anyway, he still had the Yellow Fish in the fish cabin and the Ball Fish in the fish cabin that he hadn't absorbed yet. If he didn't have enough spiritual energy, he could absorb a few hundred points.
Han Fei thought, Time to refine! Let's see what I can make out of it. Han Fei wondered if he could refine a Ruyi Golden Cudgel.
After a few seconds, the calabash glowed, and a purple-red stick floated out.
Han Fei's first feeling was that his body suddenly became weak, but to his surprise, it was not so strong that he wanted to absorb spiritual energy, so Han Fei was relieved.
After taking a closer look at the purple-red stick, Han Fei was dumbfounded again. Isn't this the Ruyi Golden Cudgel? The difference was that the two ends of the Ruyi Golden Cudgel were golden hoops and the middle was black iron. The two ends of the Ruyi Golden Cudgel were silver and the middle was purple-red.
Han Fei immediately gasped. So, what did the refined thing look like? Was it based on his imagination? Then, the two ends should be the material of the knife, and the middle should be the purple bamboo?
Purple Bamboo Rod (Mortal Level, Mid-Quality)
Note: It's made of 280 years old mortal level purple bamboo and infused with Blade Fish's Geng Metal Knife Qi. It can emit sharp knife qi.
"Mortal Level, Mid-Quality? Weapons are also divided into levels? Yes, since cultivation is divided into levels, weapons should also be divided into levels. But isn't the purple bamboo an ultra-quality treasure? How come it has become a mortal level, and a mid-quality one at that? "
Han Fei looked at it carefully and even weighed it in his hand. Wow, it must be a hundred and eighty kilograms. If it hit a person, it would be terrible.
When Han Fei held the rod in one hand, he felt that it was the weapon he had used for many years. He waved it slightly. Although it was a little heavy, it was very comfortable.
Delighted, Han Fei immediately brandished the Sweeping Stick. As it swung, it was as if a tiger was stirred up, and with the injection of spiritual energy, it was actually able to produce light and shadow.
The Sweeping Stick was all about hacking, sweeping, and stabbing … At that moment, the Purple Bamboo Stick was like a part of Han Fei's body. It was extremely flexible in his hands. His limbs and body could instantly control and react to the stick's position.
After an hour, Han Fei felt that he was more and more comfortable with the Sweeping Stick. He had grasped the mysteries of the Sweeping Stick.
If He Xiaoyu were here, her mouth would've been wide open, because Han Fei's Sweeping Stick had reached the lesser mastery level at this moment.
"Awesome …"
Han Fei stopped and shouted, before he fell to the ground. He felt that the world was swirling, and his stomach seemed to be vomiting.
He looked at the Demon Purification Pot and smiled bitterly. He had used up all his spiritual energy in the Sweeping Stick Technique.
< Owner > Han Fei
< Level > Five (Intermediate Fisher)
< Spiritual Energy > 0 (159)
< Spiritual Heritage > Level One, High Quality
< Weapon > Purple Bamboo Rod
< Main Art > Void Fishing, Chapter One: Hook Kiss (Mortal Level, Divine Quality)
The moment he saw the number 0, Han Fei scrambled into the cabin that was filled with Yellow Croakers. He picked up a Yellow Croaker and didn't let go.
A moment later, a fish cabin was emptied, and his spiritual energy finally returned to 144 points.
Yes, a whole cabin of Yellow Fish only provided 144 points of spiritual energy.
Han Fei wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. He had risked his life to get less than three thousand points of spiritual energy, which he had risked his life twice. However, he spent all his spiritual energy in no more than two minutes.
He seemed to have seen a gigantic pit. Refining alone had already exhausted him. What was Forge the Universe, which cost ten thousand points of spiritual energy to activate?
For some reason, Han Fei had a feeling that it would be a headache for him to acquire spiritual energy every day in the future. Others spent their spiritual energy on fishing and spending a few points. At the very least, they spent a few dozen points on fighting, which was nothing more than dozens of points. He, on the other hand, was only a fisher, but he had already spent thousands of points of spiritual energy. How could he have fun?
Holding the stick, Han Fei sighed and smashed it into a corner, hoping to vent his frustration. But in a moment of carelessness, the Purple Bamboo Stick hit the controller of the boat, which was equivalent to the engine. Then, a wooden cover was smashed by himself.
Han Fei thought that he was screwed. The boat was already ragged. Now that he had smashed it, would the island ask him to pay for it?
"Huh?"
When Han Fei was wondering if he should pay for it, he saw an iron lump on the controller that seemed to be broken. It was a cut by a knife, not by his stick at all.
Han Fei squatted down and observed it for a long time. Then, his face turned cold.
"Is it man-made?
"Who wants to kill me?"
The first person that came to his mind was Hu Kun, but then he shook his head. Hu Kun didn't like him, but how could such a young boy be capable of that? Besides, he didn't know when he would leave the island. Even if he did, could he have broken the island's boat?
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