Refining a Treasure

"Last time I ascended to the divine throne, I was about to enter seclusion and consolidate my position. The Mountain God came to congratulate me and presented me with a generous gift, but I failed to receive him. That was truly discourteous of me... Today, I've come especially to pay you a visit."

Within the nine-tiered palace.

The palace was majestic and vast, suffused with a heavy Earth Qi. It had a charm all its own, quite different from the Water Palace.

A banquet had been laid out. Fang Yuan and Huoshan Mountain God sat alone at separate tables. Fang Yuan smiled and said, "It's only a humble gift, hardly worthy of your attention. I hope you'll accept it, Mountain God."

As he spoke, a box flew out of his sleeve.

Since he had become a River Earl, he had received no shortage of congratulatory gifts. Many of them contained fine materials; refining a few at random would yield excellent magical artifacts.

"This is... a flying sword?"

Huoshan Mountain God opened the box, and his previously careless expression immediately turned grave.

Clang!

A sound like a dragon's roar rang out from the Sword Box, filling the hall with dazzling light.

He collected himself, then reached inside and drew out a flying sword.

The sword was only a foot long. A gleaming orb of cold radiance sat in its hilt, making it clear that this was a flying sword that could only be driven by Magic Power.

"What a fine sword!"

The Mountain God studied it for a long while before closing his eyes. "This sword is extraordinary. Its blade even contains ten-thousand-year cold iron and the essence of profound water. I wonder which master made it?"

"I hardly deserve to be called a master!"

Fang Yuan smiled and waved his