After receiving the Barbarian God's will, Zhao Feng did not rush to leave with Su Qingwan. He still had one unfinished task: refining the Barbarian God Saber.
Only after acquiring the Barbarian God's will could he refine it. Spirit Weapons possessed spirits of their own and would not readily acknowledge a master. An unrefined Spirit Weapon could unleash less than thirty percent of its power in its wielder's hands, and it could turn against them at any moment.
Thus, Zhao Feng planned to refine the Barbarian God Saber first. He would practice the Seven Heaven-Cleaving Forms after they got out.
The Barbarian God's will now resided within him. Although the Barbarian God Saber was not the weapon the Barbarian God had actually carried, a forging spirit of the Ancient Barbarian Tribe lingered inside it. Once that spirit sensed the Barbarian God's aura within Zhao Feng, its resistance vanished like smoke and clouds, replaced by an almost fanatical affinity.
Refining the Barbarian God Saber went far more smoothly than refining the finger bone. Zhao Feng laid the saber across his knees, held its blade with both hands, and channeled a small portion of the Barbarian God's will into it. The forging spirit within the blade welcomed it joyfully, taking the initiative to guide Zhao Feng's aura through the weapon.
Dark red light blossomed from the blade, growing brighter and richer. The entire saber seemed to have been cast into a furnace and forged anew. The patterns on its blade became clearer, while the blue glow along its edge grew deeper and more mysterious.
Once the refinement was complete, Zhao Feng stood with the Barbarian God Saber in hand and casually swung it. A dark red arc shot from its edge and silently struck a stone pillar in the Karst Cave so