The Wonders of Artifact Refinement

He flipped to the last two pages and glanced at the artifacts ranked second to last and last.

One saber and one sword.

Both were ordinary items, looking rather like advertisements had bought the slots.

He was not annoyed, only somewhat amused.

The world was vast and artifacts countless. How could a single Hundred Artifacts Manual possibly encompass them all?

Putting away the book, he took out the Sword Box again and removed the Wind Flute from within.

Strangely enough, the Wind Flute had previously buzzed and shrieked like mad, yet now that it lay in the Sword Box, it was perfectly still and silent.

Shen Hui took it out, held it in his palm, and examined it closely.

Its jade color was warm and lustrous, its blade slender and long—indeed resembling a short flute.

Several apertures along the sword ridge flickered in and out of sight. When held up to the daylight, a few threads of light actually shone through them.

He decided to try refining it.

By a fortunate twist of fate, the Wind Flute's former owner was dead, while Shen Hui was already at the Golden Core realm.

Moreover, the True Interpretation of Clear Wind Entering Subtlety that he cultivated faintly echoed the name "Wind Flute." With all these conditions falling into place, refining it went unexpectedly smoothly.

In no more than a moment, this small white-jade sword had linked with his mind and spirit, as obedient as an arm or a finger.

With a thought, he tried to activate the sword art.

Fed with spiritual power, the Wind Flute immediately rose from his palm and turned into a streak of white light that swept through the air.

But it was his first time wielding it, and he did not yet know the proper method of channeling