Unlike a true magical treasure recognizing its master, a spiritual weapon only needed a little refinement.
After using Innate True Fire to temper the sword for about two hours, Lin Xuan separated out a wisp of divine sense and carefully merged it into the blade.
There could be no mistakes in this process. Otherwise, though it would not cause Lin Xuan any harm, the spiritual weapon's power would instead become weaker than when it had not recognized a master.
Everything went smoothly.
A layer of deep-blue light flashed over the blade. Lin Xuan stopped spitting out Innate True Fire, beckoned with his hand, and the mother sword flew back into his palm.
He examined it with satisfaction, then opened his mouth. The sword rapidly shrank and was sucked into his abdomen.
A refined spiritual weapon had another advantage: it could merge into one's body like a magical treasure, making it somewhat more convenient when facing enemies.
Afterward, Lin Xuan took the six child swords out of his Storage Bag.
Then he used the same method to refine them one by one.
Compared with the mother sword, the child swords were easier; all together, it only took four hours.
He raised his head and glanced at the sky. By now, it should already be deep into the night.
Although he had been busy for half the night, as an immortal cultivator, Lin Xuan was not tired. After pondering briefly, Lin Xuan flipped his palm and took out another crystal-clear jade bottle.
Looking at the object, a trace of gravity appeared on Lin Xuan's face.
He carefully pulled out the stopper, and a wisp of dark-green smoke immediately drifted out, gathering without dispersing. Lin Xuan waved his left hand and cast out an incantation seal.
A layer of black light wrapped around