Lü Bufan's spiritual power cultivation had always been steady and even. A full day and night of seated meditation, circulating the Daoist Scripture, only consumed two or three low-grade spirit stones. But Lü Bufan had a secret... his Heavy Sword Wuming actually ate spirit stones too!
And this fellow was a bottomless pit for spirit stones...
On the surface, the Heavy Sword Wuming was merely a top-grade spirit artifact, but Lü Bufan knew... its hardness had long since rivaled that of a top-grade magic treasure!
Moreover, Lü Bufan had constantly been suppressing the yin-cold spiritual power inherent in the Heavy Sword Wuming. Once, while practicing alone, he had unleashed all of its yin-cold sword qi! Combined with the lightning-fast slashes of the Wandering Sword Dao, a single stroke could destroy an ordinary magic treasure shield...
So Lü Bufan was confident that, if he could reveal his heavy sword trump card, even against an enemy two or three realms above him... as long as that enemy dared to underestimate him, he could catch them off guard and severely wound them with one stroke, or simply hack both them and their magic treasure to pieces!
Besides, even Lü Bufan did not know where the Heavy Sword Wuming's upper limit lay.
He had asked Big Black this time too, but Big Black seemed to think little of the pitch-black Heavy Sword Wuming, merely giving an indifferent snort and telling Lü Bufan to do as he pleased.
He pressed a supreme-grade spirit stone against the Heavy Sword Wuming's blade. The heavy sword gave off a brief pulse of delighted emotion, and the stone crumbled into powder that sifted down, its rich strand of spiritual power absorbed to the last trace by the Heavy Sword Wuming.
"You want more? No, two or three a month