Its touch was warm and smooth as jade, like stroking one of his own fingers.
Jiang Ding could clearly sense a close connection between himself and the talisman sword, similar to essence blood, though much weaker. The only good news was that this connection was no longer weakening.
On the contrary, when he tried channeling internal force into it, the Great Sun Spirit Gathering Array was activated, spontaneously drawing in faint spiritual qi from the air. Together with the nourishment of his internal force, the connection was growing stronger, no longer water without a source.
Though the change was exceedingly subtle, almost impossible to detect.
At this rate, even a mortal would be unable to nourish it to the point of actual combat in an entire lifetime. It would be nothing more than a toy.
Thus, some creative martial artists had developed two methods to accelerate its growth.
They could use decades-old, even century-old medicinal herbs to nourish and temper the sword body, raising its spirituality and slightly increasing the speed. What originally required sixty years might now only require forty uninterrupted years of nourishment and tempering before it could be used in battle.
One had to know that ordinary martial artists were already at least in their thirties by the time they reached Inner Qi Perfection and qualified to forge a Hundred Pace Flying Sword. Even if they had ample decades-old herbs and nothing went wrong along the way, they would be nearly seventy or eighty by the time they succeeded.
One foot was already in the coffin.
Forty years of painstaking nourishment and tempering, day in and day out—the old herbs consumed could be piled into a mountain. All for this?
Not to mention that the martial world was fraught with danger. How could anyone possibly go forty