"This is yours!"
Zhang Yang took out two "spikes" and handed them to Cangwu.
Cangwu looked at the two spikes in his hands, which resembled Divine Soldiers. He was certain that with just a little refinement, these two spikes would become magical treasures.
And magical treasures imbued with natural Dao charm at that!
Cangwu was already very satisfied.
He was merely a gardener, and he had personally seen how much Zhang Yang had brought out to nourish that spiritual plant before it yielded such a harvest.
So even if there were only two, they were already exceedingly good.
Zhang Yang returned to the Azure Cloud Sect, summoned Qingxu, and shook out every last spike.
"Take a look and see how these should be handled," Zhang Yang said with a smile. "I examined them and thought it would be best to fuse them into those Flying Swords, allowing the swords to possess these spikes' characteristics and Great Dao power.
"There are one hundred seventy-three in total. I selected twenty-three for Qitian Peak, leaving one hundred fifty. See whose Flying Swords would be best suited for fusion, or whether you have another plan?"
Although these things were precious, he would still give Qitian Peak the share it deserved.
As for matters of artifact refinement, naturally they were left to Qingxu.
Qingxu picked up a spike and studied the properties within it. A moment later, he took out all kinds of materials and began refining it on the spot.
Though this spike had grown from a spiritual plant, it was harder than refined iron. Even beneath Qingxu's Dao Fire, it could endure for a long time without changing.
After Qingxu's repeated tempering, a spike gradually vanished into a Flying Sword.
"Try it!" Qingxu handed the newly forged Flying Sword to Zhang Yang.
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