Song Wen hadn't found Chen Yi at the market, but fortunately, he still had her Jade Slip for messages.
He picked up the Jade Slip and sent her a message.
Song Wen: "Junior Sister Chen, do you have detailed information on Seven-Colored Grass?"
Song Wen waited a while. When no reply came, he set down the Jade Slip and went about his other business. Chen Yi would answer once she saw his message.
First, he set about refining the Ghost Head Shield.
Song Wen sat cross-legged with his palms and the soles of his feet facing upward, and placed the Ghost Head Shield before him.
Then he reversed the flow of his blood and qi. His abundant blood surged, forcing a drop of blood essence from between his brows. It fell straight onto the Ghost Head Shield.
Drop after drop spread across the shield, staining its strange patterns a sinister crimson.
A bloody glow lit up across the Ghost Head Shield and steadily intensified.
A cloud of black mist suddenly burst from the shield and became a fierce ghost nearly ten feet tall.
Pitch-black from head to toe, the ghost opened its fanged maw and roared wildly at Song Wen.
Song Wen paid the apparition no mind. He continued dripping blood essence onto the shield.
After several dozen drops, the ghost seemed to have eaten its fill. It gradually grew docile and slowly withdrew into the shield.
Song Wen stopped adding blood essence and instead washed the Ghost Head Shield with spiritual power again and again.
About four hours later, a faint smile appeared on Song Wen's face. He had finally refined the Ghost Head Shield completely.
Only Song Wen would dare refine an artifact at such a cost in blood essence. Another cultivator at the Qi Refining Fourth Layer