The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 109 - 84 Tusk

The only dagger in her possession was a gift from an elder of the Chi Xiao Sect. Although sharp, it was rely made of mortal iron and couldn’t even tear through the hide of the Bear Demon.

The pair of daggers before her, however, were different. Looking at their material, they were neither iron nor steel, nor any known tal, but they had a jade-like quality with a sort of hazy porcelain beauty. The blades were about half a foot long, curving inward naturally in a certain arc until they ca to a sharp point. A deceitfully shallow blood groove was also cast along the blade, allowing for air to enter the wound and the blood to flow out smoothly, inflicting greater damage.

The hilt and handguard were of a dull color, yet felt warm to the touch. She flicked the blade lightly with her finger, and the weapon emitted a muffled, low sound, unlike the clear ring of tal. All in all, these double daggers seed unremarkable, lacking the allure of cultivators’ treasure swords, which shone like autumn waters in the moonlight, yet they possessed an understated killing aura.

"You made these." This wasn’t a question, but a statent of certainty as she looked at Changtian, cradling the double daggers. Only items tailor-made by him for her would look so unassuming.

He nodded, "Spread your blood on the handguard to complete the acknowledgnt, and the daggers will be yours from then on."

She reached out her finger, lightly touching the blade, and before feeling pain, blood began to flow out. So sharp! She was startled; the sharpness of the blade was far more astonishing than it appeared. Droplets of blood fell onto the dagger’s handguard and, like sponge to water, they were quickly absorbed, leaving no trace.

"It can only harm you this once. From now on, even if you were to thrust it into your chest, you’d not be injured. Unless, of course, you command it to do so."

She held the daggers in her hand, gently spinning a few dagger flowers, and felt as though they were extensions of her own hands, as if she had been accustod to using them her entire life. Even more peculiar was the surge of pleasure, familiarity, fondness, and joy that rose from the daggers, reaching her heart and instantly making her realize that these daggers were indeed magic artifacts with a powerful spiritual nature and an incredibly high approval of her.

"How... how did you do this?" Her question was sowhat confusing, but Changtian certainly understood what she ant. What he gave couldn’t be re trinkets. But she was just a mortal, incapable of wielding magic artifacts! How had he made this weapon so submissive to her?

He didn’t answer her question. Instead, he said, "It was only completed this afternoon. A magic artifact should have a na once it cos into existence. You should na it."

A na? She gazed at the pair of daggers, noting their naturally curved shape, dull color, and sharp tips. A thought struck her, and she blurted out, "Tusk! Its na shall be Tusk!"

That girl! The corner of his mouth twitched, and he could hardly suppress a chuckle, this little girl!

Her eyes widened as she persisted, "How did you do it? What material did you use?" She was dogged in her pursuit of the truth. These weapons could not possibly be crafted from the parts of the demons she had hunted recently; they must have been made from supplies Changtian had privately hoarded.

She was determined to get to the bottom of it. Changtian leaned back, closed his eyes, and said, "They are made from Tusk. They are Snake Teeth that my True Body shed before the Transcendance Tribulation Stage. In terms of sharpness, few weapons can match it, and you just happened to need a pair of matching daggers. Additionally, the hilt and handguard are made of Black Gold, wrapped in Heavenly Silkworm Silk... Does that answer satisfy you?"

They were crafted from parts of his own body, albeit not from the one before her. No wonder he had been reluctant to speak; even he could feel embarrassed! Ning Xiaoxian’s face uncontrollably flushed, and she subconsciously fiddled with the daggers in her hand, feeling the affection and fondness emanating from them. Could these also represent the deep-seated emotions he harbored for her, ultimately transferred to the daggers during their refinent? She shalessly wondered.

However, a possibility suddenly intruded into her mind, making her complexion turn pale at once.

"Changtian." She began tentatively, "Is it because of the refinent of these daggers that your Divine Power has been damaged recently?"

Still with his eyes closed, his expression tensed slightly, "Who told you that? No! Don’t think nonsense!"

His nature was so proud that he was clearly not used to lying. She had long noticed that whenever he lied, his gaze would drift away, unwilling to et her eyes.