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Chapter 10

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In a forest in the Desert College, Ye Fanchen took out Song Hai's interspatial ring and sent a strand of divine sense into it.

A rusty iron sword in the interspatial ring immediately attracted his attention.

"Spirit sword!" Ye Fanchen was shocked.

Ye Fanchen never thought that Song Hai would have a spirit sword.

He took out the sword.

It was a simple and rusty sword. The blade was not sharp and the sword tip did not have a cold light. Even if it was sold as a piece of junk, no one would buy it.

But this sword had a sword spirit that was so weak that it was about to dissipate!

Swords were divided into two types, mortal weapons and spirit weapons.

Mortal weapons were made by hand. A top craftsman could make a top grade mortal weapon in a month.

But spirit weapons were different because spirit weapons contained something that mortal weapons did not have.

That was the weapon spirit.

Regardless of whether it was a mortal weapon or a spirit weapon, they were divided into high, middle, low, and top grade.

The broken sword in the hands of the green clothed youth was a spirit weapon, a low grade spirit weapon. Although it had not been repaired for a long time, its quality was not inferior to a high grade mortal weapon. It was the best sword Ye Fanchen had seen since his rebirth!

Ye Fanchen gently wiped the rusty sword in his hands. After wiping away the rust, two small but majestic words appeared in his vision.

"Purple Sun!"

Purple Sun Sword!

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"Good name!"

Ye Fanchen bit the tip of his finger and squeezed out a drop of blood infused with his own Yuan Qi. He dripped it on the Purple Sun Sword. With a flash of golden light, the drop of blood quickly merged with the Purple Sun Sword.

This was the spirit weapon's master recognition ceremony.

The Master Recognition Ceremony was a ceremony that only Spiritual Artifacts needed to communicate with the Artifact Spirit. Only when the weapon spirit and the master's soul merged could the true strength of the spirit weapon be displayed.

This Purple Sun Sword had been in the youth's home for over a thousand years, so much so that the mark of the previous owner had completely disappeared.

This also saved Ye Fanchen a lot of trouble.

Ye Fanchen held the sword in his hand and casually used the extremely simple sword moves that he remembered from his previous life.

Instantly, the originally rusty and lifeless Purple Sun Sword seemed to come alive.

Sword Qi shot out one after another, slashing in all directions with a biting cold baleful aura. The tip of the sword was like a fluttering butterfly, its trajectory drawing a graceful and beautiful arc in the air.

The Purple Sun Sword's weapon spirit had almost completely dissipated. In terms of quality, it was only slightly higher than a High Grade Mortal Weapon. However, if the Luo Water Sword Art was used, it would be comparable to a Low Grade Spirit Weapon. "Good sword!" Ye Fanchen's eyes flashed.

With the support of this spirit sword, his strength would definitely go up a level! The act of slaughtering the Song family was an additional means!

Ye Fanchen wasn't joking when he said that he wanted to slaughter the Song family.

If he said he would slaughter them, then he would definitely slaughter them! Not necessarily, it was just a matter of time.

And with the support of this spirit sword, the day when he slaughtered the Song family would not be too far away!

Ye Fanchen did not continue to fiddle around. Instead, he took out Song Hai's interspatial ring and continued to look through it.

A few bottles of elixirs, a few books of martial skills, a set of cultivation techniques, and a Low Grade Mortal Weapon.

They were all miscellaneous items that were useless to Ye Fanchen. The only things that could be of help to Ye Fanchen were 20,000 gold coins and a dozen Level 1 Demon Cores.

And at this moment, a clay pot in the corner attracted Ye Fanchen's attention.

At the beginning, Ye Fanchen did not pay attention to it and thought that it was something like the Marrow Cleansing Liquid. But now that he took a closer look, he realized that the clay pot was emitting traces of baleful aura.

"Level 2 Demon Cores! Two of them! "

Ye Fanchen opened the clay pot and saw two blood-red crystals in it as he exclaimed.

Level 2 Demon Cores could only be obtained by killing a Level 2 Demon Beast!

The Demon Soul's purity was ten times that of a Level 1 Demon Core!

Every Level 2 Demonic Core was extremely precious and was worth 150,000 gold coins!

Ye Fanchen had two, which was 300,000 gold coins!

Ye Fanchen's eyes lit up as he took out the blood-red Level 2 Demon Core.

The Demon Soul's purity in a Level 2 Demon Core was ten times that of a Level 1 Demon Core. This meant that absorbing a Level 2 Demon Core was equivalent to absorbing ten Level 1 Demon Cores!

This was good news for Ye Fanchen who was anxious to increase his strength.

Ye Fanchen held the Level 2 Demon Core in his hand and activated the Demon God's Technique to devour the Demon Soul within the Level 2 Demon Core.

The Demon Soul within the Demon Core turned into a bloody mist and gathered in Ye Fanchen's body like rivers flowing into the sea. Meanwhile, Ye Fanchen's body continued to grow stronger during this process.

In less than three days, the Demon Soul within the Level 2 Demon Core was completely devoured by Ye Fanchen.

His strength also broke through to the peak of the middle stage of the Step Dust Realm! He was only a step away from the late stage of the Step Dust Realm!

"Peak of the middle stage of the Step Dust Realm!" Ye Fanchen looked at his hands and felt the increase in strength in his body.

A few days ago, he spent one or two days to absorb ten Demon Souls before his strength increased by a bit.

But now, he only spent three days to reach the peak of the middle stage of the Step Dust Realm!

If those cultivators who spent half a year to reach the first stage knew of this speed, they would definitely vomit blood from anger.

However, Ye Fanchen did not feel that it was fast at all.

"It's not enough! This cultivation speed is not enough! "Ye Fanchen frowned as he clenched his fists.

With Ye Fanchen's current cultivation and the Purple Sun Sword, he could fight against a late stage Step Dust Realm cultivator. However, he still could not gain the upper hand against a peak late stage Step Dust Realm cultivator.

In the Spring Hunt twenty days later, he would have to face the peak late stage Step Dust Realm Song Lei and ten other late stage Step Dust Realm cultivators!

It would be the Spring Hunt in ten days. With his current strength, he would not be able to survive for long, not to mention slaughtering the Song family!

He needed more Rank 2 Demon Cores now!

Compared to Rank 1 Demon Cores, Rank 2 Demon Cores were not only faster to absorb, but the Demon Souls were also purer!

However, Rank 2 Demon Cores were not as easy to obtain as Rank 1 Demon Cores.

In Northern Liang City, Rank 2 Demon Beasts were rare and powerful.

Under normal circumstances, a Rank 2 Demon Beast's strength was around the peak late stage Step Dust Realm and the middle stage of the Nuance Realm. A Rank 2 Demon Beast would require a few Nuance Realm cultivators to kill.

However, Nuance Realm cultivators were not cabbages that could be found by the roadside. Without enough rewards, they would not do something as dangerous as hunting Rank 2 Demon Beasts.

However, in Ye Fanchen's memories, there was a place that could quickly obtain Rank 2 Demon Cores!

That was the Desert College's Arena!

The Arena was where the Desert College's Martial Disciples fought. The difference between the Arena and the Duel Arena was that the Arena did not limit the strength of the Martial Disciples and every battle had to have a wager.

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