Excited Friend

"Thank you."

"For my fallen comrades."

Ling Tong's somewhat lonely figure lingered in Wang Jixuan's mind for a long time.

She probably had many stories of her own.

Daoist Wang brought his hammer down, smashing away his distracting thoughts along with the image before him. Using a deft finishing touch, he smoothly shaped the third section of the "steel pipe."

He swiftly brought his Sword Fingers together. With no one nearby, he wrapped the steel pipe in qi and suspended it before him. His fingertips moved rapidly as spiritual energy continuously poured into it, forming channels of spiritual power within.

Dantian Qi surged upward. Wang Jixuan puffed out his cheeks, a sharp gleam flashing in his eyes as he fiercely expelled a breath.

Buzz!

The "steel pipe" vibrated violently!

Reheating, reforging—Wang Jixuan worked alone with practiced movements, and countless patterns appeared across the metal tube's surface.

—Uncle Tai and the others had long since been unable to stay awake and had gone to sleep.

Wang Jixuan's qi sea spun continuously, his pores slowly drawing spiritual energy from the air.

After entering the Spirit Gathering Realm, not only had he condensed spiritual awareness, but he could also use his dantian qi sea to maintain the circulation of qi within his body. Even while standing or lying down, he could cultivate at sixty to seventy percent of his previous seated meditation speed.

He worked until noon. By the time Sister Wan came to call him for lunch, a long bronze-colored spear had already taken shape.

The spear consisted of three threaded sections.

From the perspective of a magical artifact alone, this spear could already have been finished. There was a diamond-shaped groove at the butt, the middle section, and beneath the spearhead. Any crystal core smaller than those grooves could be set