"Damn, something really went wrong..."
Inside the equipment room, the misty white vapor scattered throughout was gradually dissipating.
The fifteen hydraulic presses in the room had stopped working.
It was now the fourth hour since Wang Jixuan had entered this place.
An iron pellet the size of a longan floated around him. Its surface rippled like water and was smooth and lustrous, yet it contained a resonant sword intent, as though a treasured sword might burst forth from it at any moment.
The nurturing process that should have taken at least half a month had now been completed ahead of schedule. The essences of several ores—actually just associated minerals—had fused perfectly.
Furthermore, under the enveloping spiritual energy, Wang Jixuan's deliberate urging, and the tempering of the spirit-forging formation, the precious materials used for this sword had directly risen two grades!
It was already comparable to the low-to-mid-grade flying swords sold in the artifact shops of Market Town.
With the Sword Pellet born, forging the flying sword afterward would be much simpler. It was practically bound to happen naturally.
Clearly, the problem Wang Jixuan spoke of was not with this flying sword that was more than halfway complete...
To an outsider, Wang Jixuan was now covered in blood, his protective suit riddled with holes, like a demon god who had just slaughtered his way out of a Blade Beast battlefield.
But these were actually minor injuries caused by his rapid Bone Forging.
After swallowing three Great Blood Qi Pills refined from King-Class Blade Beast blood and qi, Wang Jixuan was already more or less fine.
The real problem was Peony.
The Loyal Wingman R99 kneeling before him with her back toward him.
She... had crashed.
Wang Jixuan had called to her for several minutes, but Peony showed no response at all.