Su Ming suddenly made a move on Zheng Yiran's Soul Spirit, catching everyone off guard.
No one had expected Zheng Yiran to be stabbed in the back the moment she stepped onto the stage to help him.
"No, this isn't a stab in the back. He wants to use Zheng Yiran's Soul Spirit for forging. But sinking silver is a rare metal with spirituality of its own, so why does he still need her Soul Spirit?"
Tang Wulin was bewildered.
Su Ming ignored everyone else's reactions and focused on forging.
He forged the Jade Python Snake Spirit's spirituality into the sinking silver.
At first, this spirituality was foreign, with nothing to anchor itself to. It could only struggle to survive amid the uneven force of Su Ming's hammer blows. Fortunately, he swiftly fused it with the sinking silver's original spirituality.
Then—
Boom!
Six-foot radiance soared into the air. Thousand forging saint grade!
"Now!"
Su Ming shouted, jolting Zheng Yiran. She immediately directed the Jade Python Snake Spirit into the sinking silver before him.
As the Jade Python Snake touched the scorching sinking silver, it rapidly melted like a block of ice, merging into the spirit forged sinking silver.
"Zheng Yiran's Soul Spirit fused with that piece of sinking silver?"
Tang Wulin watched, his gaze flickering.
He did not understand what purpose this served.
If the goal was to fuse a Soul Spirit with metal, one could simply complete spiritual forging first, then fuse the Soul Spirit into it.
Was there a difference between the two kinds of fusion?
Su Ming soon provided an explanation.
Sensing the increase in forging faith within his Sea of Consciousness, he smiled from the bottom of his heart.
The faith he had gained this time was not abundant, but it was pure.
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