A bit numb, Cou Ling nodded. Her mouth was still open, and her eyes wide. It took her a long ti to finally pull herself together, just like her, she shook her head and rethought.
Glancing at the werewolf standing beside her, she couldn’t help but fear that everyone knew the beast was dangerous, and the fact that Yan Xiaobao could turn into one proved he was definitely not a normal person.
"Let’s begin," Yan Xiaobao said solemnly with sharp claws, managing to cut a long wound on his arm. This allowed the blood infused with tal to flow onto the altar, causing the inscriptions within to shine and the altar to activate once again.
The sky started to rumble, and the clouds gathered above Yan Xiaobao as the young man gritted his teeth. When his blood flowed onto the sword, he summoned so of his Fog Energy to surround him. A sword forged by Cou Ling. Suddenly, the first lightning bolt struck and landed directly on Yan Xiaobao. This made him grit his teeth in pain but made no sound, a stubborn expression visible in his eyes.
Unlike last ti, Yan Xiaobao in his Wolf Form required less power to protect his body, so the Fog Energy was able to shield him from two lightning strikes. Using the remaining fog energy, the second lightning struck his tense body, making him feel blood seeping into his mouth from his throat.
As he prepared for the third bolt, so martial power forced the blood down, so leaving his body and coiling around him. As he did so, he saw Cou Ling working hard. She was sweating, with sweat constantly dripping down her forehead, yet the back of her hand was completely removed as she rhythmically hamred the beautiful sword she was restoring.
Looking at the sword, a frown appeared on Cou Ling’s face. The day before when Yan Xiaobao was in human form, the blood leaving his body was Silver; a perfect silver, just like when she made the hamr, but now the blood had a slightly red hue. As for what this red hue’s source was or what it ant, the woman did not know.
Focused on this red hue, she felt the fierce air from the sword. As if a beast was trapped inside. Cou Ling felt dazed, muttering to herself, "It must be because of his transformation," although she couldn’t find any other reason, she also found the tal on the sword was far sharper than she had anticipated. The blade was thin but simultaneously very durable. The edge was sharper than anything she had seen before. Creating this sword from Nine Heavens’ Devouring Blood tal mixed with the beast’s blood and nine great calamities’ lightning, clearly, the sword would not be broken as before.
Deep within the sword was its core. Deep within was the original sword, but this material was devoured by Blood tal. The inscription, rust, and tal all beca part of the Blood tal, and now that Cou Ling had taken her ti creating it, she felt it was a masterpiece. A weapon unlike any she had created before, and deep inside, she realized she would never create anything similar.
As Cou Ling was busy thinking this, Yan Xiaobao was doing his utmost to withstand the lightning. When the fourth bolt descended, he was almost out of the remaining energy. "I need help," he said frustratedly, and in Yan Xiaobao’s heart, a grunt could be heard.
A gust of wind appeared, and the wolf suddenly transford. His red fur turned into blue feathers, and his long arms transford into beautiful wings. His legs turned into those of a bird. A screeching sound rang out, and the wolf had fully transford into a giant blue Phoenix. A bird covered in a golden veil, to protect it. The wings were injured much like the forr arms, and the blood that fell on the Sword Body before appeared blue in this blood. The magnificent bird soared into the sky, and when the final energy bolt landed on it, the pride in its eyes made Cou Ling’s heart race faster as she hamred the sword.
The mont the last lightning struck the avian form of Lan Feng, a shudder ran through him. He spent a considerable amount of ti refining the energy, and when he took over the body in that mont, its shape naturally evolved from a wolf into a Phoenix. Standing there, lightning streaked across his body, making the Phoenix resemble a Thunderbird. A mysterious bird born from lightning and thunder, as the final sparks died before the Phoenix’s form slowly reverted to Yan Xiaobao’s shape.
Once the last lightning descended, the sky cald down, as if lightning never appeared in the first place, and the altar gradually stopped shining.
After the altar extinguished, the sound of hamring rang for a few minutes, but the sound also slowly stopped.
Yan Xiaobao was currently exhausted due to the lightning, he didn’t have the energy to stand up and see how his heavy sword was reforged. But there was great interest in his eyes, as Cou Ling gently lifted the sword, walked towards Yan Xiaobao, and handed it to him.
Yan Xiaobao said, "Thank you," picking up the sword and holding it. The sword was made of silver tal, but red and blue hues shimred from it. These colors alternated and rged together glowing. Sitting with the sword in his hand, the feeling Yan Xiaobao had was extrely domineering. The sword felt fierce, as if a dangerous animal was stored in the blood.
Recalling what Xiao Ling said about the Blood Feeding Sword, Yan Xiaobao gently scratched his arm, placing the sword on the wound, only to see it greedily sucking the blood. As if they were attracted by the tal itself. As it absorbed the blood, the blue and red hues increased dramatically.
As the sword absorbed the blood, it began warming up in Yan Xiaobao’s hand, eventually, it beca so hot that he had no choice but to let it go. With his eyes on it, Yan Xiaobao couldn’t comprehend the sword’s issue until he discovered it humming again. Very similar to when Yan Xiaobao first discovered it.
As soon as the hum began, Yan Xiaobao felt a buzzing from his Lower Dantian. Suddenly, the sword lifeless on the ground floated into the air, beginning to spin. As this happened, the buzzing increased, becoming louder and louder.
As it spun, small streaks began to appear. As Yan Xiaobao observed the sword closely, he found patterns inscribed on it that he had never seen before. Inspecting closely, he guessed these patterns were of the original sword; the core being the sword devoured by Nine Heavens’ Devouring Blood tal.
Along with the inscription, a na was engraved near the hilt. The na of the Ice Cold Storm Sword. When the engraving was completed, Yan Xiaobao reached out to grab the sword, observing every detail as he watched. Standing up, he swung the sword, hearing a whistling sound, as it flashed by, leaving only a shadow.
Thinking for a mont, Yan Xiaobao added his Qi to the sword, and suddenly a massive whirlwind seed to grow from the sword tip. A whirlwind he could whip up anywhere he desired. The more Qi he pushed, the larger the whirlwind beca.
After considering for a while, Yan Xiaobao stopped adding Qi to the sword but added his spiritual energy instead. This ti, the sword gently trembled, inscriptions around the sword appeared, creating patches of ice. With a flick of his hand, the ice shards sped towards the boulder that was Yan Xiaobao’s target. When the ice shards collided with the boulder, a whistling sound could be heard. Due to the collision with the ice, so sharp cuts could be seen on the rock.
Yan Xiaobao paused for a while before withdrawing his spiritual energy and instead pushed his martial power into the sword.
The mont Wu Wei entered the sword, the temperature around him dropped instantly. A strong wind appeared behind him and began to blow around him. Thousands of ice shards appeared, and this ti not around the sword but around the young man. These ice shards were even larger than before, their edges as sharp as knives. Seeing how the Ice Cold Storm surrounded him, a satisfied nod could be seen, he once again withdrew his energy. The sword definitely lived up to its na as the Ice Cold Storm Sword.
When they saw how Yan Xiaobao could summon attacks ti and again on his own, both Cou Ling and Fang Wei were very shocked. They were astonished that the original sword’s inscription survived the nine great calamities’ bloody forging.
Yan Xiaobao was completely focused on the sword, not noticing the other two waiting for him to finish, so they could return to the Capital. Although Cou Ling had now finished the work she promised to complete, she still hesitated without an employer.
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