The night was only halfway through.
Inside the inn, Ye Lingyue was carrying out the final step of the Nine Dragon Chant.
Spirit fusion was unfamiliar to most alchemists on Qing Province Continent.
Only a few noble families and sects with long histories practiced spirit fusion.
This was Ye Lingyue’s first ti fusing elents into a spiritual artifact.
The Nine Dragon Chant was suspended in mid-air, its sword body, reforged twice, emitted an unstoppable cold gleam.
A grayish fla danced on Ye Lingyue’s palm.
For the first ti attempting spirit fusion, Ye Lingyue couldn’t help but feel a little nervous.
She now possessed four elents: water, wood, earth, and fire, but since it was her first ti, she wasn’t sure which elent to fuse first.
Thinking it over, she decisively made a bold decision—to fuse all four elents one by one.
Ye Lingyue’s action, if witnessed by experienced artifact refiners like the old family head of Long Huai or the Sifang City Lord, would surely be scolded as reckless.
Not to ntion that the five elents spirits in heaven and earth are rare and often mutually reinforcing and restraining, forcibly adding them to a spiritual artifact could have predictable effects.
But Ye Lingyue was a novice; she didn’t concern herself with such things.
Following her heart’s desire, she decided to fuse the four spirits.
The gray fire flickered with tongues of fla, burning four ridian-like grooves into the sword body.
Once the grooves ford, Ye Lingyue didn’t hesitate for a mont; her fingertips instantly released blue, green, yellow, and red streams of spiritual power.
The four streams of spiritual power surged into the sword body, quickly filling the grooves on it.
The spiritual powers intertwined, and the sword body of the Nine Dragon Chant trembled slightly.
The four-colored spiritual power converged into four small streams, flowing gently.
The Earth Spirit was thick and strong, the Water Spirit was highly resilient, the Fire Spirit was domineering and fierce, the Wood Spirit was brimming with vitality.
As the gray fla burned more fiercely, Ye Lingyue’s forehead was covered with sweat.
Though spirit fusion took less than a quarter of an hour, she had already exhausted her spiritual power at Fang Venerate Level, rapidly depleting it, but even worse, she could feel that due to the conflict among the four spirits, the Nine Dragon Chant was starting to lose control.
It was like a restless wild horse, wanting to escape Ye Lingyue’s restraint.
Ye Lingyue had to exert her spiritual power while expending large amounts of primordial power to control the Nine Dragon Chant, preventing it from running amok in the room and injuring her and Feng Xin.
Such massive consumption quickly drained Ye Lingyue’s physical strength.
Seemingly sensing Ye Lingyue’s physical and spiritual exhaustion, the gray fire in Ye Lingyue’s hand also beca unstable, the fla growing dimr.
Ye Lingyue groaned inwardly.
If she had known spirit fusion was so difficult, she would never have been so reckless.
"Lingyue?"
Feng Xin saw Ye Lingyue in an unfavorable situation and couldn’t help but step forward.
He placed his palms on Ye Lingyue’s back, and Ye Lingyue felt a powerful flow of primordial power coming from behind her.
Her exhausted body, once it sensed the primordial power, absorbed it like drought eting drizzle.
The continuous flow of primordial power gradually restored Ye Lingyue’s physical strength, and the gray fire in her hand brightened once more.
Clang—a trembling sound.
From within the gray fire, the Nine Dragon Chant emitted a hum.
The sword body shone with alternating bright and dark light.
"What is this?"
A thought flashed in her mind.
Ye Lingyue no longer hesitated. By instinct, she quickly took out the materials she had prepared earlier for refining the Nine Dragon Chant from her Qiankun Purple Gold Bag and incorporated them into the gray fire one by one.
Those materials rapidly fused into the Nine Dragon Chant.
The sword, originally two fingers wide, quickly grew longer and wider, both length and width doubling from before.
Such change left Ye Lingyue dumbfounded.
But her surprise didn’t last long.
"Oh no, there’s not enough Ancient Dragon Blood." Ye Lingyue realized she had prepared too little dragon blood.
"Let ." Feng Xin flicked his finger, and several drops of crimson blood fused into the Nine Dragon Chant.
When Feng Xin’s blood touched the Nine Dragon Chant, the sword body suddenly emitted a terrifying sound.
The sword, now four fingers wide, developed a bloodstain down the middle upon contact with Feng Xin’s blood, the stain spreading across the sword body like a wildfire.
As the bloodstain grew, the smooth sword surface sprouted cracks resembling dragon scales.
In the end, the whole sword split into two.
As the sword split into two, the two Nine Dragon Chants soared.
Amid terrible dragon roars, the two swords transford into a male and female dragon.
The two dragons chased each other in the air, leaving Ye Lingyue and Feng Xin stupefied.
Until the two swords lightly sang, a soft thud was heard, and they pierced into the ground, only then did they co to their senses.
Inside the room, there was now a pair of male and female treasure swords, the sword hilts were two neck-entangled, spiraling Nine-clawed Heavenly Dragons, the male sword domineering and fierce, the female sword brilliant and flexible, one black and one white, perfectly matched.
Could swords transform into dragons?
Such a spectacle had even Feng Xin witnessing for the first ti.
Ye Lingyue was also puzzled; she had followed Ancestor Ye Wuming’s instructions strictly during every step of the refinent.
Back then, when the Grand Ancestor attempted but failed, why did she succeed, and even refine such a special Male and Female Nine Dragon Chant?
"Could it be due to your blood?"
Ye Lingyue suspected, glancing at Feng Xin.
He appeared innocent, with a look of "Who do you think I should ask?"
Ye Lingyue could only go forward to try to lift the two swords.
But when her hand touched the black male sword, she quickly withdrew her hand.
The male sword, akin to the night, emanated a chilling coldness that instantly covered her skin with a layer of black ice upon contact.
"Wait, you mustn’t touch that sword." Feng Xin quickly pulled Ye Lingyue’s hand, carefully inspecting.
"It doesn’t matter." Ye Lingyue quickly channeled her Cauldron Breath, thawing the layer of black ice on her skin.
Still unconvinced, Ye Lingyue wanted to try again, but Feng Xin stopped her.
"This sword is not ant for you. It... seems to be an ominous weapon, let give it a try."
Ominous weapons, born of evil, mortals cannot approach, only demons, with high cultivation, capable of gaining ominous weapon recognition, can wield it.
Saying so, Feng Xin stepped forward, gripping the sword. He easily pulled up the sword that had resisted Ye Lingyue earlier, and his hand showed no signs of being affected by the cold.
This black sword was indeed an ominous weapon.
Feng Xin’s brows furrowed deeply, understanding that the Nine Dragon Chant’s mutation was indeed due to his blood.
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