As long as it was a magical treasure, unless it had just been refined and had yet to recognize an owner, or if it was like the Emperor Brush and Earth Emperor's Book that had its own weapon spirit and had been without an owner for a long period of time, the magical treasure would have its original owner's blood essence, intent, or a weapon spirit that recognized its original owner.
It was the same even if the original owner of the Dharma treasure was dead.
No matter who obtained this kind of magic treasure, if they wanted to make it their own, they would first have to erase the blood essence or will left behind by the original owner. They would have to completely refine it or obtain the approval of the Artifact Spirit. Otherwise, no one would be able to use it.
That was what Ling Yun was doing right now.
His realm wasn't high enough to refine it on a large scale. Therefore, he could only do it one by one. This was a painstaking and time-consuming process.
Moreover, after leaving the capital city, he had obtained too many spoils of war through the Devil Subduing Convention and the battle to save his mother on Mount Tianshan. There were many high-grade Dharma treasures that caught his eye. Now that he had to refine them one by one, it would naturally take a lot of time.
The higher the level of the Dharma treasure, the harder it was to refine it. Naturally, the time and energy required would be more as well.
Fortunately, Ling Yun didn't lack patience. Not only was he patient, but he was also extremely focused.
Another two days and two nights passed by quickly.
On the fourth morning of Ling Yun's seclusion.
Now, he held a scarlet flying sword in his hand. This was the sword of Di Heyi, who was at the pinnacle of the Foundation Establishment Realm. It was actually an inferior-grade treasure.
Among all the spoils of war that Ling Yun had obtained, other than the Kunlun Astral Wind Flag, Di Heyi's scarlet flying sword was of the highest grade. Therefore, Ling Yun placed it last.
"Immortal Elder, please spare my life."
The scarlet flying sword in Ling Yun's hand trembled violently. A weak thought came from the weapon spirit of the scarlet flying sword. It was pleading with Ling Yun.
"Even though you have spiritual consciousness, it's a pity that it's too crude. I'll erase it now and refine it again. Your new owner will definitely make you shine."
Ling Yun wasn't moved at all. After sending out a thought, he immediately spat out the Yin-Yang Five Elemental Fire, which enveloped the scarlet flying sword and began refining it.
After a whole five hours, Ling Yun finally refined the scarlet flying sword completely.
"Phew … it's finally done!"
Ling Yun got up and practiced the Tiangang Demon Fist before practicing the Firmament Nirvana Palm. He stretched his muscles and moved his entire body.
Then, he sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes to rest. He circulated the Yin-Yang harmony balance and cultivated for eight hours in one go.
At around eight o 'clock at night, Ling Yun stopped his cultivation and slowly opened his eyes.
"Xian Er, we're going to refine the weapons again."
In the past three days, Ling Yun had been refining those magical treasures to prepare for the forging process. He was only trying to obtain the materials needed for the forging process.
Now that everything had been prepared, he could finally start forging on a large scale.
The first thing Ling Yun refined was, of course, Ye Xingchen's Sky Demon Double Slash.
Just like how he had refined his Green Shadow Flying Sword, Ling Yun was very diligent. He did not hesitate to expend his Divine Energy to fuse the Double Demon Slashes with a Connate Sword Embryo, and similarly absorbed the Heaven Sword's Sword Qi. Finally, he refined a brand new pair of Double Demon Slashes for Ye Xingchen.
"Truly worthy of being the same material as Gan Jiang and Mo Xie. It's actually a pair of high grade treasures."
Ling Yun was very satisfied with his work.
Following that, Ling Yun continued to forge Dharma treasures for Qin Dongxue, Tie Xiaohu, Wang Chongxiao, and the rest according to their expectations.
As time passed, another day and night had passed. Magical treasures were forged one by one by Ling Yun. Not only the people in front of him, but also the Ling Family's Ling Lie, Ling Xiao, Cao Shanshan, Zhuang Meifeng, and the rest. As long as they were above Qi Cultivation Stage 3, everyone had their share.
However, due to the limitations of materials, these magic treasures were either top-grade or high-grade spirit artefacts. It was impossible for them to reach the Prized artefact tier.
Finally, Ling Yun smiled and asked Xian Er, "Xian Er, what kind of magical treasure do you want?"
"Big Brother Yun, you've been busy for five days. Xian Er doesn't want it." Bai Xianer shook her head shyly.
"I'm not tired."
Ling Yun shook his head. "You've been busy with me for five days. I can't let you work for nothing, so I have to give you one."
"Then, I want the same flying sword as Big Brother Yun!" Bai Xianer had no choice but to think about it seriously.
"Okay!"
Ling Yun agreed immediately. With a thought, he took out the ownerless crimson flying sword.
He had already guessed Bai Xianer's intention. This supreme-grade flying sword was specially reserved for her.
In the end, the two of them worked together to refine the flying sword, creating a brand new flying sword. Its grade rose by two levels, becoming a high-grade Treasured Weapon.
"Xian Er, just drip your blood on it."
Since Bai Xianer was right in front of him, Ling Yun didn't delay and let her drip her blood on it.
"Xian Er, you don't have to be afraid of masters below the mid-stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm in the future. As long as you use this flying sword, they'll die if they don't escape." Ling Yun smiled after Bai Xianer completed the ownership process.
"Thank you, Big Brother Yun!"
Bai Xianer's face was flushed with excitement. She controlled her flying sword and shuttled back and forth.
Ling Yun's seclusion started on the morning of September 28th. It took a total of five days and five nights. It was now late at night on October 2nd.
At this point, Ling Yun's refinement was complete.
However, Ling Yun didn't come out of seclusion immediately. This crazy refinement consumed too much of his energy and Divine Energy. He needed to adjust his breathing to make up for it.
As for Bai Xianer, although she was only busy for two days and two nights, her realm was lower than Ling Yun's. Coupled with the continuous consumption of spiritual energy, she couldn't take it anymore.
Therefore, the two of them began to cultivate seriously after some exercise. They sat cross-legged and focused on recovering their physical condition.
It was a quiet night.
At six in the morning on October 3rd, Ling Yun woke up from his cultivation state. When he opened his eyes, the exhaustion in his body had been swept away.
In the next moment, he turned invisible.
"Whoosh!"
Ling Yun rushed out of the Armillary Sphere Maze Formation and flew 20,000 meters into the sky to cultivate the Stellar Condensation Technique.
Three hours later, Ling Yun finished his cultivation and returned to the formation at the top of the Earth Peak.
"No, I still have to remove this Mountain Defense Formation."
Ling Yun's eyes flashed. After some thought, he decided to break the Mountain Defense Formation again.
He repaired the Mountain Defense Formation to absorb sword aura for refinement. Now that he was out of seclusion, there was no need for it.
"Boom!"
The three peaks shook again. Ling Yun pulled out the azure sword and put it back into the Taixu Ring.
"Whoosh!"
Immediately after, Ling Yun put away the Armillary Sphere Maze Formation. The white fog that had shrouded the top of the Earth Peak for six days and six nights suddenly disappeared, and the place finally saw the light of day again.
"Xian 'er, go look for your Big Sister Xing Chen and tell her about our forging progress over the past few days."
Ling Yun said to Bai Xianer as he bathed in the sunlight.
"Okay!"
Bai Xianer replied and flew away.
After sending Bai Xianer off, Ling Yun pondered for a while before flying to the Sky Peak to see Qin Qiuyue.
"Whoosh!"
Ling Yun appeared at the cliff of the Sky Peak. With a sweep of his divine sense, he found out everything about this place.
It was already past nine in the morning.
Qin Qiuyue and Ning Lingyu were naturally here, but they weren't in the mourning hall. Instead, they were in the stone house next to the mourning hall.
Other than the two of them, Qin Dongxue, Qin Chunfeng from the Qin Family, and Ning Poping from the Ning Family were also there. They were gathered together and discussing something.
Today was the seventh day of Ning Tianya's death, and also the last day that Qin Qiuyue would be keeping vigil for him.
Obviously, these people were gathered here to discuss Ning Tianya's burial.
In the mourning hall, there was an additional coffin. Naturally, it was Ning Tianya's corpse.
Outside the mourning hall, at the edge of the cliff, Di Xiaozhen had been tortured beyond recognition. Her body was covered in mud and her own blood, which had been frozen into ice shards. She was on her last breath, struggling at death's door.
"You deserve it!"
Ling Yun couldn't be bothered with a dead person. He took big strides and went straight to the stone house.
"Mom!"
"Yun Er, you're out of seclusion?"
Seeing Ling Yun's arrival, with Qin Qiuyue in the lead, everyone stood up and greeted him.
Ling Yun entered the house and exchanged greetings.
"Yun Er, we were just discussing how to bury your Uncle Ning," Qin Chunfeng said.
Qin Chunfeng said, "Your mother's meaning is that the fallen leaves return to their roots. She plans on asking Senior Ning to bring your Uncle Ning's corpse back to the Ning Family to be buried, so that the other members of the Ning Family can see him one last time."
"Uncle Qin, Uncle Ning's funeral will be decided by my mother."
Ling Yun knew that Qin Chunfeng only said that to inform him of the outcome of the discussion. There was no need for him to make any decisions.
He turned to look at Qin Qiuyue. "Mom, are you still coming?"
This was the question that Ling Yun was most concerned about. If Qin Qiuyue was going to the Kunlun Mountain as well, he would be worried.
"I won't be going."
Qin Qiuyue shook her head. "It's not appropriate."
She glanced at Ning Lingyu and continued, "But Tianya is Lingyu's father. Lingyu has to be there for his burial."
"Oh."
Ling Yun replied. Just as he was hesitating whether to accompany Lingyu, he heard Qin Qiuyue say, "Yun Er, you don't have to go. Lingyu is going back to the Ning Family. They are all her relatives. You don't have to worry about her safety."
"That's fine."
Ling Yun knew that Qin Qiuyue had thought everything through in the past few days. He did not say anything else.
That morning, everyone started to get busy, especially the Ning Family. They packed everything that needed to be packed and were ready to set off in the afternoon.
After lunch, at 2: 30 pm, four members of the Ning Family carried Ning Tianya's coffin out of the mourning hall.
"Raise the coffin!"
Someone from the Ning Family shouted.
"Di Xiaozhen, I'll send you on your way! To my father's soul in heaven! "
Ning Lingyu stood in front of the coffin. She clasped her index and middle fingers together and made a sword gesture. Then, she slashed at the coffin!
Di Xiaozhen's head fell to the ground!
After suffering for seven days, she was finally killed by Ning Lingyu!
The Ning Family and the Qin Family were avenged!
Before he left, Ning Poping came to Ling Yun and bowed deeply to him.
"Ling Yun, the Ning Family is indebted to you. If you need any help in the future, the Ning Family will not hesitate to go through fire and water!"
Ling Yun quickly returned the bow. "Grandpa Ning, this is what I should do. Please don't mention anything about gratitude in the future."
…
The second day was even better.
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