Eighteen Swords

Thirty-eight battle swords floated in the air, ceaselessly flying about. Faint flames glimmered from their blades, brimming with spirit, while sharp "hiss, hiss" sword cries rang out.

Ning Xiaochuan grasped one of the battle swords and released a strand of divine consciousness from within, pouring it into the blade.

"As expected, these swords were forged from the Fire Jiao King's jiao teeth."

Ning Xiaochuan could sense the Fire Jiao King's aura within the blade. He fixed his gaze on Yue Mingsong and said, "Isn't your artifact-refining speed a little too fast?"

"Hehe! Not bad, not bad!" Yue Mingsong said with a beaming smile.

That smile had originally been pure, reserved, and restrained. Yet paired with Yue Mingsong's face, it immediately became utterly lewd.

It was not that he was ugly. Rather, it was the "temperament" that radiated from him, inside and out. That sort of "temperament" could absolutely ruin every beautiful thing in this world beyond all repair.

Yue Mingsong's smile grew even more "enchanting." He extended a hand and said, "The nine hundred passages of the Mystic Artifact Compendium you promised me—can you hand them over now?"

Ning Xiaochuan did not waste words. He put away the thirty-eight battle swords, then inscribed nine hundred passages of the Mystic Artifact Compendium onto a jade tablet. Yet as he handed it to Yue Mingsong, he paused slightly and asked, "When will the Heaven-Grade Profound Stone Puppet be finished?"

"A Heaven-Grade Profound Stone Puppet is harder to forge than a Low-Grade Supreme Weapon. The process is complicated and drains a great deal of energy. But you must trust my speed. I am the neighbor of the disciple of the World's Number One Artifact Refinement Master. There are not many people in the world who can refine artifacts faster than me!"

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