Qingyu normally used another Superior Spirit Sword. This was the first time Song Zhizhi had heard of her natal sword.
"This sword is called Formation Transformation." Qingyu bit her fingertip and dripped a drop of blood onto the Formation Transformation sword. A dim blue glow rose from it, and only then did Song Zhizhi notice that its blade bore engraved patterns she could not understand.
As Qingyu's blood fell onto it, those patterns seemed to come alive, wandering across the blade. Song Zhizhi thought she saw some familiar formation patterns.
"Hold out your hand," Qingyu told Song Zhizhi.
Song Zhizhi raised her hand. Qingyu tapped several acupoints on it, then drew the still-unsharpened natal sword across Song Zhizhi's palm. Song Zhizhi felt a faint sting as the blunt blade cut open her palm.
What flowed from Song Zhizhi's palm was not bright red blood, but blood tinged with a faint pale gold.
"Phoenix Essence Blood would have worked better, but we don't have any on hand for now. You have half a Phoenix Bloodline, and I purified it beforehand, so the effect won't be much worse."
Qingyu spread Song Zhizhi's blood evenly over the Formation Transformation sword. The sword slowly transformed from its originally unremarkable black into a mysterious black-gold.
Qingyu examined the Formation Transformation sword in her hand and nodded to herself. "Little Zhizhi, watch carefully. What I'm about to draw is a formation I created myself. Once you can learn this formation, you'll be able to graduate smoothly."
Qingyu found a spot. Using her sword as a brush and spiritual power as ink, she swiftly traced an exceedingly complex Formation Diagram onto the ground. At first, it looked somewhat like a formation for concealing one's aura, yet it also seemed to incorporate the Spirit-Binding Formation. Beyond that, Song