"Brother Mu, to think you cultivate all three powers-spirit, soul, and body! Truly remarkable! Without that formidable mental power, we certainly would not have had such an easy time. You have my admiration!"
"You flatter me, Brother Chen. From what I saw of your Soul Soldiers' sword formation, united, they focused all their strength on a single point; divided, they were like ten thousand men striking with their swords at once, with a might none could withstand. Truly impressive!"
"This is my sect's secret sword art, 'One Soul, Ten Thousand Arts Sword.' Were it not for the sect's rules, I would certainly share it with you!"
"There is no need, Brother Chen. Naturally, I understand the weight of sect rules. Besides, I already have a sword art. Forging a sharp Soul Soldiers weapon first is the pressing matter."
"Haha! Today, you and I killed several hundred first-tier Silver Swordfish and over a hundred second-tier ones. That is enough to forge dozens of soul swords." Chen Shichong's spirit soared to the clouds as he declared in a ringing voice, "Though they would all be only mid-grade."
Chen Shichong naturally knew that Mu Bai would not settle for a mere mid-grade soul sword. But if they were to seek out materials for a High-Rank Soul Sword themselves, he did not believe they currently possessed the strength.
"What tier of Silver Swordfish would we need to forge a High-Rank Soul Sword?"
"Third tier! With our current strength, we could hardly kill a third-tier Silver Swordfish. We would need an elder of the sect or clan to step in. My High-Rank Soul Sword, Autumn Sun, was forged from the sinews and bones of a peak third-tier fierce crocodile slain by a clan uncle in the sect, supplemented with ten-thousand-year cold iron."
"Third tier? I