Heavenly Tribulation, Forge Rectitude.
Crimson flames leaped in the furnace. Suspended above them was a dark-gold sword tip, about a finger long. Pure golden lightning sprang from its broken end, dazzlingly bright, while a ball of vermilion fire, mottled with blood, burned at its point.
A Daoist boy stepped out of the crimson fire. With two fingers formed from spiritual flame, he hefted the sword tip, then touched the vermilion fire, silently sensing its nature.
"[Liuyou Southern Flame]. Vermilion in color, born from the heart's blood of a fallen Cinnabar Bird. A pity someone already took the Purple Mansion spiritual flame. These remnants are only at Foundation Establishment level."
Wen Guang smacked his lips, then flicked the sword tip lightly and listened to its ring.
"[Divine Tribulation Light], [Xuanyong Spirit Ash], [Clear Desire Stone], and [Heavenly Motion Yang Gold]. Hmm, this is a little tricky."
The fire spirit's little face drooped. With a casual point of his finger, crimson fire slowly licked up the sword tip. Golden lightning rippled outward in waves, and even the mottled vermilion flame resisted fiercely.
"Wen Guang, Wen Guang, stop brooding! Martial Uncle's almost out of seclusion. Have you finished refining that banner?"
The shout interrupted his thoughts. A trace of a smile touched Wen Guang's lips, but once he emerged from the furnace, his face turned solemn again as he looked at the White-Robed Youth waiting nearby.
"You should call me Master Craftsman. Cheng Yan, do you have any respect for rank or seniority?"
Wang Cheng Yan paid no attention to his airs. He glanced at the great furnace, and the golden lightning shooting through it stirred his curiosity.
"What are you refining? A divine thunder artifact?"
He went straight over, riding the wind to the furnace's rim. Peering inside, he saw a dark-gold