After teleporting three times, the color of the flying sword had turned light green. Whether it was the light it emitted or the sound it made, it was clear that it was in an extremely weak state.
Not long after, the flying sword that hadn't teleported was forced back by the two golden lights. Wang Lin's eyes became serious and he spat out another mouthful of spiritual energy. The flying sword wasn't able to dodge in time and was immediately surrounded by the spiritual energy. The two golden lights circled around the spiritual energy like two dragons. Whenever the flying sword tried to escape, they would immediately close in, making it so that the flying sword couldn't escape.
As time passed, the flying sword's struggle didn't slow down. Instead, it became more and more violent. The spiritual energy surrounding it slowly dissipated. Wang Lin clenched his teeth and spat out another mouthful of spiritual energy. His hands formed a seal and he continued to refine.
The night quietly passed and the flying sword finally showed signs of slowing down. Wang Lin's face was pale. During the night, he had spat out more than ten mouthfuls of spiritual energy.
Even with his 15th level of qi condensation and the help of the spiritual energy liquid, he still felt tired and could barely hold on.
The morning sun shined in through the window. Wang Lin's refining continued. The flying sword no longer struggled and calmly floated in the air. Wang Lin's spiritual energy slowly seeped into the flying sword.
Suddenly, Wang Lin's expression changed. Not long after, there was a knock on the door and Zhang Hu's voice came from outside.
"Wang Lin, do you want to go with me to the Teng Family City's equipment store?"
Wang Lin took a deep breath and said loudly, "Zhang Hu, I'm at a crucial point in my cultivation. You can go by yourself."
Zhang Hu stood outside the door and thought for a while. He didn't say anything and sat cross-legged outside of Wang Lin's room.
Wang Lin no longer paid attention to Zhang Hu and continued to refine. Time passed bit by bit and night fell again. He had already drunk three gourds of spiritual energy, but the flying sword was still not finished.
Helplessly, Wang Lin could only ask Situ Nan for help.
"Little brat, you finally found me?
Hmph, I've been waiting for you. If you are willing to close up for ten years and use a large amount of spiritual energy liquid, you might be able to refine it.
I'm not talking about the heaven defying bead's space, I'm talking about the real world. "Situ Nan said slowly.
"That long?" Wang Lin frowned.
"Of course, this is a Pill Treasure, and a super-high-grade one at that. It must have been created by some madman in the late Core Formation stage. In the moment of reaching the Nascent Soul stage, he disregarded his own safety, and even risked failing to reach the Nascent Soul stage.
He really is a madman. In the past, I also wanted to be like this, but after thinking about it for a long time, I still didn't dare. You have to know that it doesn't matter if you fail to form your Nascent Soul, but it's the most dangerous period of time. A single mistake could cause your own divine sense to collapse, and you would die without a burial.
That Bai Zhan must have received help from the creator of the flying sword at that time. That was how he managed to refine it. If this old man's physical body was still here, I would naturally be able to refine it easily. However, as of now, I am unable to do anything … However … "Situ Nan slowly said.
Wang Lin was now familiar with Situ Nan's temperament and knew that this old man liked to keep people in suspense. He was not in a hurry and waited for Situ Nan to continue.
After a while, Situ Nan sighed and muttered, "Forget it, I'll tell you. Using normal methods to refine this thing takes too much time. I'll teach you a method called the Blood Refining Technique. The good thing is that you can make the flying sword your own, but the bad thing is that if the flying sword is damaged, you will be affected as well. This kind of damage is many times more serious than using other methods."
Wang Lin thought for a while and said, "Tell me, how do I use this Blood Refining Technique?"
Situ Nan wanted to keep Wang Lin in suspense, but he knew that Wang Lin was going to ignore him. So he told him the method, but at the end, he made a request.
"I haven't touched a woman in many years. No matter what, you have to let me have my fill. Even if it's just watching!"
Wang Lin didn't say anything and followed Situ Nan's method. His hands formed a strange technique and he bit the tip of his tongue. He spat out a mist of blood that contained spiritual energy. His right hand changed the technique and immediately drew a strange symbol in the air.
Once the symbol was drawn, it immediately entered the mist of blood. The mist churned and quickly shrank into the symbol. Gradually, the blood color of the symbol became thicker. Wang Lin's eyes flashed and he slapped the air with his left hand. Immediately, the symbol landed on the flying sword.
The flying sword trembled and immediately emitted a white gas.
Wang Lin immediately spat out another mouthful of blood. His expression was a bit weak, but his eyes were even more determined. He waved his right hand and an even stranger symbol was drawn. After the symbol merged with the mist of blood, it landed on the flying sword.
This process continued for several hours until the morning of the third day. A sword hymn came from Wang Lin's room and immediately disappeared. Zhang Hu, who had been sitting cross-legged outside his room, suddenly stood up.
Wang Lin's door silently opened. Wang Lin had a smile on his face and was in a very good mood. He said, "Zhang Hu, thank you."
Zhang Hu looked at Wang Lin with a strange expression and said, "What kind of technique are you practicing?
Why did I hear a sword hymn just now? "
Wang Lin opened his mouth and a small green sword immediately flew out. The moment the sword appeared, the smell of blood filled the air.
Zhang Hu was startled and involuntarily said, "This … this is my master's flying sword?
You finished refining it?
Huh, why is there such a strong smell of blood? "
Wang Lin nodded and waved his right hand. The flying sword instantly returned to his side and was swallowed by him. Regarding this smell of blood, Wang Lin was quite annoyed. After Situ Nan finished refining the sword, he slowly explained to him that any treasure that was refined by blood would emit a strong smell of blood. Moreover, as the number of people killed increased, the smell of blood would become even stronger.
Zhang Hu blankly stared at the flying sword. After a long time, he took a deep breath and said, "Wang Lin, I really admire you. With this flying sword, no one will be able to easily hurt you. The key to this flying sword is teleportation. Depending on how much spirit energy the owner has, the teleportation distance will vary. However, if you are unprepared, it is definitely a great weapon for killing."
The two chatted for a bit more before Zhang Hu stood up and said his goodbyes. Before he left, he told Wang Lin that the first day of the month was in three days and that he should prepare for it.
After Zhang Hu left, Wang Lin took out the scabbard from his bag of holding. Even Situ Nan was amazed by this scabbard and didn't know what kind of treasure it was.
Before, Wang Lin thought that the scabbard and the flying sword were one. However, after refining the flying sword, he realized that the two were different.
The scabbard exuded a murderous aura. The more he looked at it, the stronger the murderous aura became. Gradually, Wang Lin felt like he was in the scabbard. Other than the sword, there was nothing else in his mind.