Divine Sword

Li Chenfeng and Zhong Mei arrived at a stone chamber meant for rest. After sitting down, Zhong Mei asked, "Did Young Master come for the White Dew Stone?"

The White Dew Stone was one of the legendary Four Great Strange Stones. Several centuries ago, it had been obtained by Nie Clan ancestor Nie Ying and forged into the Snow-Drinking Saber.

Legend had it that the White Dew Stone was "iron within stone, stone within iron," one of the coldest objects in heaven and earth. Its chill could freeze vapor into ice, Three Feet of Ice; moreover, it contained White Cold Iron capable of forging peerless divine blades. The Snow-Drinking Saber had been made from it.

Two years ago, Li Chenfeng had obtained the Snow-Drinking Saber from the young Nie Feng. However, he had no love for saber techniques, so he intended to reforge the Snow-Drinking Saber into a divine sword no weaker than the Fire Qilin Sword or the Peerless Good Sword.

Perhaps to many people in the martial world, reforging the Snow-Drinking Saber was simply impossible. After all, not just anyone could melt the cold iron used to forge the Snow-Drinking Saber.

Yet for Sword Worship Villa, which made its living through sword forging, it was not impossible. After all, even the even more difficult Black Cold Stone had been forged into the Peerless Good Sword.

Moreover, it was said that the Snow-Drinking Saber had only been forged with the help of Nie Ying's close friend, Ao Ri, the ancestor of Sword Worship Villa. Otherwise, no matter how heaven-defying Nie Ying's cultivation had been, someone unfamiliar with forging could never have created a divine weapon like the Snow-Drinking Saber!

Hearing Zhong Mei's words, Li Chenfeng nodded. "I came precisely for the White Dew Stone. Can the forging begin?"

Originally, Li Chenfeng had planned to seize the Ice Soul from Hero King Manor as well. If White Dew and Ice Soul were fused together, perhaps they could forge a powerful divine weapon surpassing the Peerless Good Sword.

However, Zhong Mei's words ultimately dispelled that notion.

According to Zhong Mei, Ice Soul and White Dew were both strange stones no less extraordinary than Black Cold Stone. If he wanted to fuse the two strange stones together, it would likely take no less than a century.

That immediately dispelled Li Chenfeng's previous fantasy.

Zhong Mei frowned and pondered for a moment. "Although White Dew has not yet been fully melted and forged, reforging it is barely possible. Still, I fear something unexpected may happen along the way. Young Master, perhaps you should wait a while longer."

Li Chenfeng fell into brief thought.

What he intended to do next was extremely dangerous. Thus, even though he already possessed the Fire Qilin Sword, he still needed this divine weapon to increase his strength.

Although the Fire Qilin Sword was immensely powerful when paired with the Sun-Eroding Sword Technique, it was easy to lose one's reason under the assault of the murderous aura within the sword. Even with the aid of the Ice Heart Formula, Li Chenfeng did not dare use it for extended periods under normal circumstances. Now that he had only just reached the peak of the Mid Xiantian Realm, he still lagged behind Duan Shuai, who was close to the Xiantian Peak Realm. Even Duan Shuai could not withstand the Fire Qilin Sword's corrosion, so Li Chenfeng dared not take such a risk.

"There is no time, Master Zhong. Please, you must help me reforge this divine weapon!" Li Chenfeng said solemnly.

Seeing that Li Chenfeng was determined, Zhong Mei no longer tried to persuade him. He nodded gravely. "Rest assured, Young Master. This old man will certainly give it his all!"

"Good. Thank you, Master Zhong!" Delight appeared on Li Chenfeng's face as he clasped his hands in salute.

The two returned to the Sword-Forging Platform. Under Li Chenfeng's expectant gaze, Zhong Mei gripped an iron chain and gave it a slight pull. Amid the clattering of links, a large saber glowing crimson slowly emerged from the Sword-Melting Pool.

"As expected of the White Dew Stone. After two years, it can still retain such a state."

With a sigh, Zhong Mei flicked the chain, and the crimson Snow-Drinking Saber landed directly on the Sword-Forging Platform. The enormous iron hammer Zhong Mei had used before was already in his hand.

Clang! Clang!

The thunderous pounding began once more.

Li Chenfeng stared intently at the Snow-Drinking Saber on the Sword-Forging Platform. Even beneath Zhong Mei's immense strength, the crimson saber showed no signs of deformation.

Li Chenfeng frowned. Judging from this, truly reforging the Snow-Drinking Saber would likely take far more than a day or two.

Yet once forging began, it could not be stopped. Otherwise, all previous effort would be wasted, and the divine weapon would be ruined as well. Thus, everything now depended on whether Zhong Mei could endure.

Clang! Clang!

The hammering continued without end. Li Chenfeng and the two Sword Slaves stood at a distance, watching quietly.

Day after day passed. When the third day arrived, Li Chenfeng finally noticed that the Snow-Drinking Saber on the Sword-Forging Platform had begun to slowly change shape.

Joy instantly rose in Li Chenfeng's heart. It seemed the reforging could indeed be completed.

However, Zhong Mei did not look well at all—or rather, he looked utterly terrible!

Though both his arms remained steady, his pale face and sweat-drenched head showed just how badly he was suffering.

"This is bad! Lord Zhong Mei has exhausted himself too greatly. If he keeps going, something may happen!" Wennu said anxiously from the side.

"Young Master..." Leng Zhi, no longer cold and aloof, looked at Li Chenfeng with an anxious expression.

"Don't panic!" Li Chenfeng barked.

In a place the two could not see, a crimson fruit appeared in his hand. It was the Blood Bodhi Li Chenfeng had obtained in Lingyun Grotto two years ago.

Li Chenfeng flashed forward to the Sword-Forging Platform and shouted at the deathly pale Zhong Mei, "Master Zhong, open your mouth!"

Zhong Mei already felt as though his oil had run dry and his lamp was about to go out. Suddenly hearing Li Chenfeng's voice, he kept swinging the hammer and directly opened his mouth.

"Swallow this!"

The Blood Bodhi in his hand flew straight into Zhong Mei's mouth.

Following Li Chenfeng's instructions, Zhong Mei had barely swallowed the Blood Bodhi when he felt a powerful surge of energy erupt in his abdomen and rush into his somewhat withered meridians.

His pale face visibly regained color, and Zhong Mei felt his arms suddenly fill with strength once more.

But they had already reached the critical moment. The slightest error would cause this forging attempt to fail.

Fortunately, Zhong Mei had forged swords for decades, and his heart was already as firm as iron. He instantly suppressed the fluctuations in his emotions, while the force of every strike from his hammer remained unchanged.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sound of metal striking metal continued, and Li Chenfeng and the two Sword Slaves behind him simultaneously breathed sighs of relief.

Time slowly passed. Another six days went by, and Li Chenfeng used two more Blood Bodhi to provide Zhong Mei with energy.

On the ninth day, Zhong Mei's massive hammer smashed fiercely onto the now-formed divine sword once more, producing a tremendous boom.

"Young Master, Blood Sacrifice Awakening!" Zhong Mei shouted.

Li Chenfeng had long been prepared. The instant he heard Zhong Mei's shout, a streak of Sword Qi sliced open his left hand. Blood streamed down as if it cost nothing, pouring over the crimson blade.