With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 937 - 640: True Spirit, Reality and Illusion, Divine

Fighting fiercely with Yang Yuetian, who stood over two ters tall, ng Chuan didn’t need to compress his form and could release it entirely.

Close-quarter lessons inevitably led to unavoidable contact and collisions.

As slender hands bypassed the barriers and accidentally touched sothing soft, ng Chuan’s fists and feet trembled slightly...

Yang Yuetian leaned forward, her black hair and golden eyes causing her exquisite face to magnify infinitely in ng Chuan’s eyes.

Her long, curved eyelashes fluttered, and ng Chuan captured a fiery, intense desire in those golden eyes.

A sweet, warm breath hit his face, and at the mont when it entered his nostrils...

As ng Chuan clenched his fists, he had a faint foreboding...

Ti flew by so quickly.

The lesson ti for today ca to an end, yet Yang Yuetian’s gaze remained soft and clung to him, reluctant to let go...

No words were exchanged, and ng Chuan didn’t know what to say, coughing twice to bring her back to her senses.

He subtly tucked in his stomach to hide the supre bone and awkwardly fled.

Fighting any longer, he really couldn’t hold back...

...

March 28th, before dawn.

Scattered noises filled the air as the mountain paths beca increasingly sticky and muddy.

Spring rain is as precious as oil.

All across Erlang Mountain, only near the Yang Family’s smithy fortress was clean of rain, with fish-scale clouds hanging low above.

Fish scales constantly rolled as static sounds crackled in the void, rging with the fortress.

The outer layer of the fortress was made of special materials to block lightning interference. Thunder in the overcast clouds could only whip up flying dust, but the fortress remained steadfast.

Inside, Yang Zhaoxing stood before a gigantic furnace, his expression solemn, ignoring everything else.

Yet the sounds of hamring and tapping never ceased.

Reforging the Ying Zhao should have been a sure bet.

But ng Chuan brought a mysterious tailbone, significantly increasing the difficulty of forging, even causing soone who had forged Fifth-Grade Divine Weapons not to be careless.

Nevertheless, the material was excellent. He painstakingly ground it and mixed it into the halberd embryo, doubling its toughness and hardness, probably making even a Fifth-Grade Divine Weapon hard-pressed to dent or damage it.

That tailbone was indeed formidable, being the tailbone sword wielded by the Burning Steel itself.

However, as it involved the son of the Purgatory Divine Master, ng Chuan didn’t elaborate much, so as not to implicate the Yang Family.

Simultaneously, a few days ago, ng Chuan transcribed the Limit Breaking version of the Long-Brow Fist and left it for Yang Zhaoxing.

The comnts from the national assessnt team on this thod he had seen a few days ago as well.

"Extends vitality, stimulates life force."

Judging from this, it should have a longevity effect, but it requires reaching near perfection to be apparent.

This thod was only a second-tier fist skill, trivial for a martial arts grandmaster like Yang Zhaoxing.

There was no need for hands-on instruction; he could practice alone by following the boxing manual left by ng Chuan.

...

Today, the Divine Weapon was born, and as he stood aside, ng Chuan’s expression grew increasingly excited.

He had awaited nearly a month, his emotions barely controllable.

"The last quenching, to wash away the impurities."

Yang Zhaoxing explained while applying gang qi to his arms, placing the enormous elongated object into the furnace.

"Keep bleeding, don’t stop until I say so."

"Understood."

ng Chuan had been prepared; this was the final spiritual shaping before it ca out of the furnace.

No stone cauldron was needed, ng Chuan directly extended his hand into the glowing, blazing hot forging furnace.

Pressing his palm firmly, he ran one hand along the halberd embryo from end to end, constantly letting blood flow.

Standing by, Yang Yuetian watched, biting her silver teeth tightly, her elegant brows knitted, her hands holding nourishing elixirs trembling slightly.

The furnace must be incredibly hot...

Even Martial Arts Grandmaster grandfather had to avoid it, yet ng Chuan dared so boldly; what if he hurt himself...

Disregarding the concerns behind him, ng Chuan’s gaze was fixed intently on the inside of the furnace.

Scorching blood collided with the rapidly heating halberd body, bursting into a dense blood mist.

The blood mist swirled chaotically inside the furnace before gradually settling, soaking into every part of the halberd.

"Be careful, the spirit of the fourth-grade Ying Zhao might retaliate."

Upon hearing Yang Zhaoxing’s reminder, ng Chuan nodded, sensing to the fullest extent.

ng Chuan observed, as his blood nourished it, the large halberd within the fire transford from a coal-like dirty grey to a translucent, deep and reflective glossy black.

The tamorphosis continued all the way to the halberd head where the double-eared crescent blades and the halberd point were, as a silvery-bright whiteness filled ng Chuan’s vision at that mont!

The Qi Observation Skill captured an unusual aura.

Suddenly, a giant eagle entwined with blue flas, its feathers like steel needles, attacked ng Chuan’s heart spirit!

"Concentrate..."

Before Yang Zhaoxing could speak, an anxious Yang Yuetian couldn’t help but exclaim first:

"ng Chuan! Be careful!"

ng Chuan had assured it was fine, but the scene was too terrifying, and Yang Yuetian blurted out in her distress.

In Yang Yuetian’s sight, the giant eagle with eyes ablaze charged out from the furnace, its massive hooked claws landing on ng Chuan’s shoulder, its head rearing back, beak striking heavily at his brow!

Standing by, Yang Zhaoxing furrowed his brow; this giant eagle was no ordinary beast but the true spirit of a fourth-tier Ying Zhao!

Like the Celestial Demon or the Tiger Demon, this celestial being contained a trace of divine blood in its body, making it far mightier than standard celestial demons.

If ng Chuan had the body of a grandmaster, he would trust that his ntal sea would remain unhard.

Now...

It seed a bit too rash!

Facing Ying Zhao’s earth-shattering attack, ng Chuan, at the first mont, called upon the enormous shadow sentinel residing at the brow of his upper Dan Tian.

He took a deep breath, and the massive elephant stirred as if erupting like a volcano, suddenly awakening!

Noticing a black shadow rushing toward him with thunderous intensity, the Elephant God flapped its giant fan-like ears, raising two mighty legs like celestial pillars, and stomped heavily on the ground!