Sword Blade

Cultivation knows no time.

Fang Zelin stayed at Ten Thousand Blades Peak to refine iron ore, and when there were no thunderstorms, he would stay in the cave below to cultivate.

Such a busy time passed extremely fulfilling.

Three months passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, following the patterns he sensed in the iron ore, Fang Zelin finally forged the iron ore to a point where it was Dharma Idol.

A small, sharp sword, no more than three feet long, with a blade as thin as a cicada's wing.

Within the blade, however, there was a faint sound of thunder; upon closer inspection, it appeared as if a bolt of lightning was moving within it.

The blade wasn't particularly sharp, but it gave off an impression of being indestructible.

Fang Zelin held the small sword in his hand, his eyes revealing a look of surprise.

This is the sword he forged himself after sensing the iron ore!

During this period, Fang Zelin used Spiritual Qi to cleanse it day and night whenever he wasn't training, and he also infused it with Spiritual Qi during the forging process.

Fang Zelin didn't know whether he should do it or not; he simply sensed that the iron ore seemed to be somewhat thirsty for Spiritual Qi.

Having sensed this, Fang Zelin naturally poured in Spiritual Qi without any hesitation.

Now that the forging is complete, I have a certain understanding of this precious sword.

"Boom!"

The sword was forged, but the thunderclouds in the sky had not yet dissipated.

It continued to roar in the sky, seemingly intent on unleashing lightning to destroy the precious sword.

At this moment, the sword in Fang Zelin's hand also hummed, and a sense of excitement entered Fang Zelin's mind.

"You want to fight it?"

Fang Zelin was somewhat surprised.

The sword hummed, indicating that it wanted to do so.

It was buried in the ground before, but who knows how many times it was struck by lightning.

Now that it has finally taken shape, it is determined to have a good fight with the thunder.

Upon seeing this, Fang Zelin immediately released his grip, letting the sword float in front of him on its own.

Seeing the sword floating right in front of him, Fang Zelin's eyes widened in astonishment.

Good heavens, it's only just taken shape, and it can already fly?

He's cultivated for so long, yet he still hasn't mastered how to fly—this sword!

I've struck gold!

Fang Zelin admired the sword's power, but then he was overjoyed.

If the sword has such power, wouldn't that add to his strength?

Just as Fang Zelin had this thought in his mind, the lightning in the sky locked onto the sword below.

The next moment, the sky suddenly brightened, and then a bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket struck the sword.

The sword, struck by such powerful lightning, hummed loudly and nearly fell to the ground.

Before the sword could recover, the power of lightning arrived in the next moment.

It's over, this sword is no match for it.

Fang Zelin became anxious upon seeing this scene.

In the blink of an eye, three more bolts of lightning struck the sword.

At this moment, the sword turned a deep red, as if it were unable to withstand the power of the lightning.

"Return!"

Fang Zelin was getting anxious. This was a precious sword that he had painstakingly forged; he couldn't let it be destroyed like this!

Upon hearing Fang Zelin's command, the sword seemed somewhat unwilling, but it still swayed and floated towards Fang Zelin as if it were drunk.

Seeing this, Fang Zelin reached out and grabbed the sword before preparing to descend the mountain.

The power of heaven and earth is not so easily resisted.

Fang Zelin was particularly aware of this.

"Sizzle"

However, the moment Fang Zelin grasped the sword, his palm was immediately torn open, as the sword still contained the power of lightning that had not yet dissipated.

Fang Zelin, by acting rashly, also experienced this divine power.

"Hiss!"

As the power of lightning poured into his body, Fang Zelin felt a sudden numbness, and then his Spiritual Power began to crumble as if it had been invaded.

"Boom!"

This brief delay allowed the lightning to lock onto the sword in Fang Zelin's hand, and another bolt of lightning struck down fiercely.

By the time Fang Zelin realized it, it was too late to avoid it.

Unless he were to discard the sword in his hand at that moment to protect himself.

However, in that brief instant, Fang Zelin's body subconsciously activated the Wind-Riding Sword Art.

The Wind-Riding Sword Art utilizes the wind, borrowing its power to enhance the Swordsmanship's agility and power.

Now, however, Fang Zelin wanted to take advantage of the situation and use the power of lightning.

The Spiritual Power within his body surged forth, protecting Fang Zelin and the sword.

The moment the sword and the lightning made contact, the Spiritual Power that had been protecting the sword instantly dissipated.

Upon noticing this, Fang Zelin was immediately alarmed and quickly swung his sword to redirect the lightning elsewhere.

The lightning had already been injected into the sword and was rapidly spreading towards Fang Zelin.

However, the spread suddenly stopped, then detached from the sword and flew to the side, smashing a distant boulder to pieces.

Upon seeing this, Fang Zelin's confidence soared.

Seeing the successive lightning bolts, he used his Spiritual Power to protect the sword and unleashed it several times in succession.

The lightning that had already touched the sword was flung away.

From afar, one could see a person wielding a small, exquisite sword. When the sword touched lightning, it could deflect it, as if it were a technique for controlling lightning.

When the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, Fang Zelin breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

The sword in his hand hummed incessantly, its blade radiating layers of brilliant light.

Fang Zelin felt relieved upon seeing this; the sword had only just been formed, yet it already had a temper.

Fang Zelin sheathed his sword and turned to jump off Ten Thousand Blades Peak.

A moment later, they landed at the foot of Ten Thousand Blades Peak.

The red panda is still waiting in the cave below, with some berries placed in front of it.

Fang Zelin picked a few berries and put them in his mouth, then said, "I'm leaving to seek immortality. Do you want to come with me?"

As he spoke, Fang Zelin picked up an outer garment from the side and wrapped the sword in layers.

This sword is clearly extraordinary at a glance, and to prevent any unnecessary trouble, Fang Zelin felt it was best to wrap it up.

Once the clothes were wrapped up, Fang Zelin had something that looked like a cloth stick in his hand.

Fang Zelin casually placed it behind his back and looked at the little panda beside him.

The little panda stared at Fang Zelin with wide eyes, its gaze somewhat hesitant.

Seeing this, Fang Zelin picked up the little panda, ruffled its fur, and tentatively prepared to take it away.

After spending the last few months together, Fang Zelin felt he was getting used to having the little panda around.

The red panda didn't resist at first, but after Fang Zelin walked a little further away, the red panda immediately stood up and looked into the distance.

The next moment, he jumped down, looking at Fang Zelin while also glancing back in the direction he had come from.

Fang Zelin turned around and saw this scene, and sighed.

If the little panda doesn't want to follow him, he won't force it.

Thinking of this, Fang Zelin waved to the little panda and turned to leave.

The little panda was left standing there, staring blankly at Fang Zelin for a long time.