Refining a Flying Sword with Uranium

"Let them develop as they pleased. In any case, I wouldn't be getting involved..."

Jiang Ding thought indifferently.

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

Once a Tu Shan sword cultivator appeared there, the great net long laid in ambush would surely be stirred. Within half a month at most, a large number of Nascent Soul True Lords would come to ambush and kill them.

Nascent Soul Late Stage and Nascent Soul peak cultivators might both make a move. Face and reputation had never been things those in power needed to consider.

The Northern Plains lay in their palms like the lines on their hands. Whatever sort of reputation they wanted, they could have it without much effort.

Beneath the three-thousand-meter-tall Solar Divine Tree, boundless sunlight gathered within a tiny space. The air warped, transparent and hazy; from afar, it resembled a solar furnace, radiating terrifying heat.

Within the furnace, a deep-blue pill flame and a Sunflame Crystal furiously spewed fire, tempering a Blue-Gold Flying Sword over a foot long suspended above them. This had already continued for a long time.

Nearby lay a palm-sized piece of Geng Metal whose sharp aura shot into the heavens, even affecting space itself and creating a patch of dense, tiny black spatial holes. If a Golden Core cultivator approached, the leaking aura would instantly pierce through their protective barrier and flesh. No magic treasure could block it.

One of the brilliant crystallizations of Immortal Sect immortal-path industry—

No. 10 Synthetic Geng Metal!

It was equivalent to a fourth-rank top-grade material. Even Nascent Soul peak True Lords sought it