Forging the Spirit Sword

Yang Lingtian was truly furious this time. As a strong cultivator, to be provoked by a servant.

If the uncle could bear it, the aunt could not.

He said nothing more. His body shifted slightly, his feet lightly stamped the ground, and in an instant he was before that attendant.

Then he struck out with a palm, landing a heavy blow on the man.

Before the attendant could react, he was sent flying, crashing hard onto the floor.

Yang Lingtian's action immediately stirred shock and silence in the kitchen.

Everyone stopped what they were doing, staring at him in disbelief.

A man at Qi Refining Level 2 had just knocked down someone at Qi Refining Level 4?

What they didn't know was that Yang Lingtian had long since broken through to Qi Refining Level 6.

Their understanding of him was still stuck at Qi Refining Level 2—and that he hadn't broken through in three years.

Three years stuck at Qi Refining Level 2—that was why he was called a waste.

The attendant lay on the ground in pain, clutching his chest and groaning.

Clearly, the force of that blow was immense, and the man was badly injured.

Yang Lingtian swept his gaze around the room, his eyes sharp and resolute.

Then he walked slowly toward the attendant, looking down at him coldly.

He said, "Remember this: from now on, keep that mouth of yours in check. Out there, you'd already be dead."

The attendant looked up at Yang Lingtian in fear, not daring to say another word.

He could sense that Yang Lingtian's cultivation was definitely higher than his own.

And that icy stare from Yang Lingtian filled him with overwhelming dread.

Having made his point, Yang Lingtian grabbed a few steamed buns and walked out.

The servants along the way quickly made way for him, their faces a mix of shock and confusion.

Only after he had left did they dare to whisper among themselves.

"Heavens, when did Yang Lingtian become so strong?"

"Wasn't he at Qi Refining Level 2 before? Now he can take down someone at Qi Refining Level 4 in one move."

"And his temper has changed too. He strikes at the slightest provocation. We'd better be careful not to speak ill of him from now on."

By the time Yang Lingtian returned to his room, it was already night.

He began to circulate the Chaos Dao Divine Art to cultivate—this was his first time cultivating since his meridians had been repaired.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and adjusted both his mind and body to their optimal state.

The moment he activated the technique, he felt the surrounding spiritual energy surge into his body like a tidal wave, far faster than before.

But he was still unsatisfied. He directly took out 100,000 Spirit Stones and began absorbing the Spiritual Power within them.

After all, cultivating by absorbing Spirit Stones was much faster than drawing in the natural spiritual energy of the world.

Suddenly, the Chaos Bead in his Dantian seemed to be stimulated again. It began to tremble slightly.

Then, the 100,000 Spirit Stones he had just taken out were completely absorbed within minutes, with only a small fraction of the energy leaking into Yang Lingtian's Dantian.

After that, the Chaos Bead fell silent once more.

Still, Yang Lingtian's cultivation broke through to Qi Refining Level 7.

He couldn't help but sigh, "This Chaos Bead really is a bottomless pit. It drained all those Spirit Stones clean."

This breakthrough didn't trigger any system reward. It seemed such a minor breakthrough wasn't enough to warrant one.

When dawn broke, Yang Lingtian got up and headed to the Weapon Workshop, intending to forge a longsword of his own.

In Tianchen City, both the Chen Family and the Tang Family of the Four Great Families had businesses in forging and selling weapons.

In the weapon-making industry, the Chen and Tang families held absolute dominance.

Both families had a First-Rank Artifact Refiner, with many disciples under them.

For ordinary weapons, those disciples could handle the forging.

But they still needed a First-Rank Alchemist to oversee quality before the weapons could be sold.

Soon, Yang Lingtian arrived at one of the Chen Family's Weapon Workshops. It was stocked with all kinds of weapons for sale.

But none of them caught his eye, because he intended to forge a Low-Grade Spirit Sword.

A Low-Grade Spirit Sword was a spirit-grade weapon. Only a First-Rank Artifact Refiner could forge one, and the process was extremely difficult.

That was why every spirit-grade weapon was incredibly expensive. Few people in Tianchen City could afford one.

Aside from Chen Zhengqing himself, who was a First-Rank Artifact Refiner, the Chen Family had two other First-Rank Artifact Refiners.

But recently, one of those refiners had been assassinated. And as the family head, Chen Zhengqing did not personally participate in forging work.

So now the Chen Family actually only has one First-Rank Artifact Refiner working.

This has led to some weapons forged by disciples entering the market without being inspected by a First-Rank Alchemist.

As a result, the defect rate has risen significantly, seriously damaging the Chen Family's reputation.

After Yang Lingtian arrived, he went straight to the weapon-forging area. At the time, many disciples were still forging ordinary weapons in the artifact workshop.

Seeing Yang Lingtian walk in, they were puzzled and began whispering among themselves.

"Isn't that Yang Lingtian, the family head's adopted son? What's he doing here?"

"No idea. He usually just eats, drinks, and has fun. Rarely comes to a place like this. Wonder what bug bit him today."

"Hmph, I don't know why the family head took him in as an adopted son. His cultivation talent is trash, he can't do anything useful, and he's a spendthrift. A complete waste."

The disciples ignored Yang Lingtian's arrival, giving him the cold shoulder.

Yang Lingtian's face showed displeasure as he called out, "Where's the steward? Come out!"

His voice echoed through the workshop, causing a brief silence.

Only then did the steward slowly emerge. His name was Steward Xu, and he walked straight toward Yang Lingtian.

"Don't you know only artifact refiners are allowed in here, Young Master Yang? What are you doing here?"

Yang Lingtian replied directly, "I'm here to forge weapons, of course."

"Hurry up and prepare these materials for me, and find a quiet place for me to work."

He then handed a note to Steward Xu.

Seeing the materials listed, Steward Xu immediately recognized them as what was needed to forge a Low-grade Spirit Artifact.

He frowned deeply and said, "Young Master Yang, are you joking?"

"You probably can't even forge an ordinary weapon, and you want to use materials meant for forging spirit artifacts?"

Hearing Steward Xu's words, Yang Lingtian sneered coldly. "I told you to prepare them, so prepare them. I do intend to forge a Low-grade Spirit Artifact."

Steward Xu and the other disciples burst into loud laughter upon hearing this.

Steward Xu said disdainfully, "Young Master Yang, don't you know only a First-Rank Artifact Refiner can forge spirit artifacts?"

"You're an outsider. You'd struggle to forge an ordinary weapon, and you want to forge a spirit artifact?"

"Young Master Yang, your wasteful tricks are getting more creative. These are precious materials. Wasting them like this would be a shame."

Steward Xu's words irritated Yang Lingtian. He frowned and shot Steward Xu a glare.

Then he said, "Steward Xu, I don't need your reminder. I won't waste these materials. Today, I am forging a spirit artifact."

Steward Xu continued contemptuously, "Young Master Yang, you're so naive. Do you think just having the materials is enough to forge a spirit artifact?"

"If someone like you could forge a spirit artifact, wouldn't everyone be able to?"

Yang Lingtian had lost his patience. His eyes sharpened as he stared at Steward Xu.

His tone turned icy. "Less talk. Go prepare them now."

"If I waste them, I'll take full responsibility."

Steward Xu was startled by Yang Lingtian's cold gaze and tone, then said, "Fine, you said it yourself. If the higher-ups come down on us later, I'm not taking the blame."

Soon, Steward Xu gathered the materials that only a First-Rank Alchemist would use.

Yang Lingtian took the materials to the forging platform and arranged them in order.

Once ready, he began forging.

He first placed the Refined Iron and other materials on the platform, and a fierce flame ignited upon it.

The heat of the flame caused the surrounding air to tremble slightly, forming waves of hot wind.

This was Yang Lingtian's first time forging a weapon, but the forging method was etched into his mind.

It was as if he had forged countless weapons before; there was no awkwardness at all.

He first heated the Refined Iron until it glowed red, then soaked it in a special solution to remove impurities from the iron.

Next, he began blending the other auxiliary materials into the Refined Iron, each addition precise to the utmost.

Then he continuously fired, polished, and forged, repeatedly hammering the sword body throughout the process.

Steward Xu and the other disciples watched Yang Lingtian's movements in astonishment.

They had originally doubted his forging ability, but seeing him wield the artifact refining technique so skillfully, they couldn't help but feel shocked.

Such a scene was something they only witnessed when observing a First-Rank Artifact Refiner.

They couldn't help but wonder inwardly, "Could Yang Lingtian really be a First-Rank Artifact Refiner?"

"How terrifying—an eighteen-year-old First-Rank Artifact Refiner? This talent is simply heaven-defying."

Under Yang Lingtian's skilled hands, the Refined Iron on the forging platform gradually took shape amidst waves of fire.

Steward Xu and the other disciples now had their gazes almost frozen on Yang Lingtian's hands.

"This, this is simply..."

Steward Xu's eyes went wide—he could barely believe what he was seeing.

As a manager, he often came into contact with First-Rank Artifact Refiners.

So he understood their forging techniques far better than the other disciples did, and he also got to watch them forge weapons more often.

And the technique Yang Lingtian was displaying really did look like that of a First-Rank Artifact Refiner.

This shocked him deeply.

The forging process was long and grueling. Yang Lingtian dripped with sweat, but he never stopped.

His gaze was steady, as if even in the midst of forging, he could already see the finished sword in his mind.

Finally, when the last drop of liquid medicine merged into the Refined Iron, he knew the spirit sword had taken its initial form.

He extinguished the flame and carefully placed the roughly shaped longsword into the water.

Steam hissed and rose instantly, and a powerful force radiated from the spirit sword, making the very air around it seem to tremble.

Yang Lingtian used his tools to gently work the spirit sword, and the glowing red blade gradually cooled and hardened.

Then he continued to grind it, meticulously removing every flaw, carefully refining every inch of the blade.

Yang Lingtian picked up the finished spirit sword. A faint hum rang out, as if announcing its birth.

Under the light, this Low-Grade Spirit Sword gave off streaks of sword light, filled with a sharp, fierce aura.

A formidable presence emanated from the blade, showing its excellent quality.