Chapter 1572 - 172: Forging the Sword, Concealing the Spirit, Awaiting the Edge (2)

Chapter 1572: Chapter 172: Forging the Sword, Concealing the Spirit, Awaiting the Edge (2)

Ying Chunqiu observed the sword light fill the sky, clear and pure, unquestionably the Qinghong Xuan Sword, feeling astonished and wistful, he said, "There are such talents in Mingcang Sect, with such aptitude in the Sword Dao, yet why is he not a Shaoqing Disciple?"

When the sword ball flew out, it caused a commotion, not only among them but also among many Shaoqing Disciples, because few knew about Zhang Yan seeking the sword in the sect, many thought it was an elder of the sect who had refined a superior sword ball.

At this moment Ying Chunqiu seemed to remember something, he suddenly furrowed his brows, saying, "Xiushu, quickly convey my decree, if anyone asks about tonight’s matter, say it was Elder Xue sacrificially refining the sword ball, do not mention Mingcang’s envoy."

Ran Xiushu’s mind turned, and he immediately guessed the reason, stood up, cupped his hands and said, "Disciple will go to convey the order."

On Demon Suppression Peak, Zhang Yan waved towards the Heavenly Vault, the sword ball instantly withdrew its Spirit Light, transforming into a water-like clear rainbow, descending to land in his palm, a strange sensation surged into his mind, as if this object connected with his Heart and Spirit, flesh and blood entwined, although previous sword balls in his hand had similar feelings, they were far less intense than now.

Upon closer sensing, he felt it seem to breathe slowly, similar to a living thing, he immediately understood, at this moment, the sword ball had renewed in life.

A moment passed, and from within came bursts of agitation, urging him to immediately exercise the sword with his mana.

He was about to comply with its wish, but as he was about to mobilize his mana, his brows twitched, suddenly feeling something seemed missing, not yet perfect, hastily operating could be inappropriate, so he put down the motion, thought for a moment, absorbed the sword ball into his body, waved his sleeve, withdrew the surrounding prohibition, and stepped out of the Sword Furnace.

The Steward Daoist was guarding at the door, not seen in thirty years, his temples were slightly white, his face aged considerably, yet Zhang Yan’s appearance had not changed in the slightest, he looked with much envy, came up to salute, saying, "Honored guest has returned from seclusion?"

Zhang Yan laughed and said, "I have refined the Mystic Sword, a furnace produced seven sword embryos, now leaving three in the Sword Pond for your sect, as a token of thanks for your aid."

Refining the sword requires one’s own mental method to temper, for Divine Intent to connect, but sword embryos do not require this, if not for Shaoqing Sect having no Qinghong Xuan Sword embryos, he would have directly used them, leaving three now as a favor for the medicine used.

The Steward Daoist hurriedly said, "I will certainly inform the sect truthfully, dare not take rashly."

Zhang Yan nodded slightly, then rode the Gang Wind and left Demon Suppression Peak. Upon reaching the outside, he raised his eyes and saw a Green Robed Daoist standing among the suspended clouds, cupped his hands and said, "Greetings Daoist Xun."

Since Zhang Yan began refining the sword, Xun Huaiying would daily come here for a turn. Just now seeing the sword light ascending, how could he not know that it had been refined, thus immediately traveled by tunneling light and arrived too, also bowed and said, "Congratulations to fellow Daoist on finally succeeding after thirty years of refining swords."

Zhang Yan smiled and said, "Without Brother Daoist’s assistance, it would not have been so smooth."

After exchanging a few words here, Zhang Yan originally intended to return to the Pavilion, but Xun Huaiying stopped him, saying, "Wait a moment, why not stay at my Cave Mansion for a few days."

Zhang Yan knew there must be a reason, after a brief thought, he cupped his hands and said, "Then I shall bother Brother Daoist."

Xun Huaiying’s Cave Mansion is not far from the Sword Furnace, they arrived there within a quarter of an hour.

Zhang Yan gazed afar, seeing the Sword Platform’s mountain wall sharply cut like a sword and chisel, with a majestic waterfall cascading down, as the waterfall is exceedingly wide, it looks like a curtain of pearls from a distance, at the top sits a stone altar of five or six yards in size, shaped like a funnel, below hangs a suspended ladder, seemingly drawing a flying kite, the altar is shrouded in thin mist like crystal, cold cliffs and icy peaks, snow accumulating like jade, yet below is lush grass and wood, ancient vines on crags, thriving.

A flash of sword light from the platform, a young man with handsome features flew out by tunneling light, arriving before them, bowing to Xun Huaiying and said, "Master."

Xun Huaiying nodded, told Zhang Yan, "This is my disciple, Fang Xue." Then said to the disciple, "This is Mingcang Sect’s True Master Zhang, my friend, you should address him as Junior Master."

The disciple hurriedly bowed and said, "Greetings Junior Master Zhang."

Xun Huaiying waved and instructed him to retreat, bringing Zhang Yan into the Sword Platform, after settling inside the Cave Mansion, he said, "Half a month ago, a letter came saying Yuxiao sent an envoy to the sect, heard this Chief Envoy is Zhou Hang, will arrive at the latest by tomorrow."

Zhang Yan’s eyes flashed, his heart suddenly realized, no wonder Shaoqing arranged this way, Zhou Qingyun was cut down by him in the Sword Fighting Conference, leaving aside Zhou Clan’s private grudge with him, outwardly they appear discordant, Shaoqing fears trouble arising if both dwell in the Yi Pavilion.

He smiled lightly and said, "I wonder where my Senior Brother Miao and those elders are now?"

Xun Huaiying said solemnly, "Brother Ran has already arranged, they won’t have contact with Yuxiao’s disciples." Then said seriously, "Brother Daoist has refined the sword for thirty years, I suppose you’re eager to converge and condense your Dharma Body, feel free to cultivate here, I won’t disturb further."

With that said, he stood up and bowed, and stepped outside.

Zhang Yan smiled briefly, got up to see him off, what he accomplished is the Primordial True Dharma Body, Yin Yang united, inside and outside as one, exterior Fierce Qi cannot erode, even traversing beneath the Extreme Sky won’t suffer loss, but there’s no need to speak of this.

After returning to the couch and sitting down, he fell into deep thought, pondering the purpose of Yuxiao sending an envoy this time. After turning several thoughts, he already had some speculations.

However, this is ultimately not a major concern, the key now is to swiftly learn the true transmission of the Sword Technique, so as to gain an extra method before the Demon Cave manifests, hence he soon put this aside, sat cross-legged, and began breathing.

Soon a night passed, he energetically exited the Cave Mansion, greeted Xun Huaiying, then rode the Gang Wind to Qinghong Palace.

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