Refining a Flying Sword with Uranium

"Let them develop as they pleased. I wasn't going to get involved anyway..."

Jiang Ding thought indifferently.

He dared to guarantee that among so many newly recruited candidate maidservants, there were surely spies from every faction—the Six Paths Sect, the Tie family, even the Great Sun Sect. With such rapid expansion, mud and sand had all been swept in together.

Once the Tushan Sword Cultivator appeared there, the enormous net long laid in ambush would inevitably be disturbed. Within half a month at most, large numbers of Nascent Soul True Lords would arrive to ambush and kill her.

Nascent Soul Late Stage and Nascent Soul Peak Stage cultivators might both take action. Face and reputation had never been matters those in power needed to consider.

The Northern Plains lay before them as clearly as the lines on their palms. Whatever sort of reputation they wanted, they could create it without much effort.

Beneath the three-thousand-meter-tall Sun God Wood, boundless sunlight gathered within a tiny space. The air twisted, transparent and hazy; from afar, it resembled a solar furnace, radiating terrifying heat.

Within the furnace, a bloom of Azure Dan Fire and a Sunflame Crystal frantically spewed flames, tempering a foot-long Blue-Gold Flying Sword above them. This had continued for a very long time.

Nearby, a palm-sized piece of Geng Metal emitted sharpness that shot into the heavens, even affecting space itself and producing a dense patch of tiny black spatial holes. If a Golden Core Cultivator approached, the leaking aura would instantly pierce through their shield and flesh; magical treasures could not block it.

One of the brilliant crystallizations of Immortal Sect Immortal Path Industry—

Synthetic Geng Metal No. 10!

It was comparable to a top-grade fourth-order material. Even True Lords at the Nascent Soul Peak Stage sought it