Mecha Star Wars.

Chapter 1194 Ling Yichen's Frustration

Ao Hen did not reveal what kind of monster he was, and no one bothered to ask him.

After being reinforced with runes, his knife became extremely hard. The forging marks were inevitable, and unless it was reforged and adjusted, there was nothing else to say.

Then everyone's attention was focused on the Broken Sky Sword in Ling Yichen's hand, which was broken into three pieces.

"Hey~" Aohen was very interested in Lin Fan's suggestion and encouraged Ling Yichen, "Your sword is already like this, let Lin Fan repair it."

Ling Yichen subconsciously retorted: "She has only been practicing for a year and has barely reached the stage of Qi Refining. How could she possibly be able to cultivate what I have…"

He wanted to say "a sword made by a Yuanying weapon refiner", but when he touched the lifeless broken sword, he was suddenly speechless.

"Forget it," Ao Hen sneered, "Your sword is already in this state. Even if she can't repair it, it won't be a big loss. You have seen her dagger, it is much stronger than your sword."

Ling Yichen's heart was a little relieved, but he was not particularly reassured and asked Lin Fan: "Are you a weapon refiner?"

"No." Lin Fan shook his head.

"She's a mechanical engineer." Seeing that she stopped talking after the two words, Mu Jingjing quickly added for her. "She's a very powerful mechanical engineer! She's also very good at refining equipment!"

Ling Yichen knew that a powerful mechanical master could also refine weapons, but Lin Fan had only been a student for a year...

"I hate your hesitation and dithering the most." Ao Hen snatched the broken sword fragment from Ling Yichen's hand and threw it away carelessly, "Your sword, made by a high-level weapon refiner, can't withstand Lin Fan's slash. I have never heard of anyone else who can distinguish the patterns of magic weapons with her naked eyes. Are you still hesitating? What's there to hesitate about with this piece of broken iron?"

Ao Hen didn't feel anything special from the broken sword, so he handed it to Lin Fan.

Ling Yichen was shocked and angry at first when his sword was taken away, but then he thought of Ao Hen's realm and the hidden plan of Lingxiao Sword, and he felt many complicated emotions towards this sword that had accompanied him for many years and he wanted to treat it as his lifelong magic weapon.

Seeing Lin Fan looking at him, he simply made up his mind: "Then fix it."

Lin Fan took the broken sword and stretched out his hand to Ling Yichen: "Mysterious Crystal Meteorite."

"You want a reward for doing nothing..." Ling Yichen complained unhappily as he took out the meteorite and gave it to her. "How confident are you that you can restore it to its original state?"

“It shouldn’t be difficult to restore it to its original state.” Lin Fan took the meteorite and put it into his disciple order together with the Broken Sky Sword.

"Should?" Ling Yichen had a bad feeling.

"I have never repaired a magical weapon before. Theoretically, it should not be difficult."

Lin Fan spoke seriously, and Ling Yichen felt a black screen before his eyes.

This guy! He is here to cheat him out of his meteorite, right? Right? !

"It's just that restoring your sword to its original state is meaningless," Lin Fan continued, ignoring Ling Yichen's inner collapse, "I'll forge it again for you and see what the result is."

"You want to forge a new sword for him?" Mu Jingjing's eyes flickered. "What kind of sword?"

"I don't know." Lin Fan replied calmly, "It's just a preliminary idea. We'll see if it works when the time comes. After all, this is also my first time trying to forge a sword."

As soon as she said this, everything inside and outside the carriage fell silent, with only the sound of horse hooves and wheels.

If Aohen hadn't been watching him from the side, Ling Yichen really wanted to...

That's all! If it's irreversible... I can just go to Changtianmen and ask Chengkong to compensate me with a new sword on behalf of his apprentice.

Changtian Sect has many magical instruments, so they shouldn't treat themselves badly. Thinking about it this way, it's not a bad thing!

Ling Yichen closed his eyes and comforted himself.

But even though my thoughts were clear, I still felt furious!
These people from Changtian Sect! These people! If it weren’t for the Youye Sect’s meddling!
Aohen was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Ahaha~ I haven't seen the sword-forging process yet, I wonder if I'm lucky enough to watch it? If you need help, I'm always available to lend a hand."

He actually didn't care about the result of Lin Fan's sword forging, he just simply regarded this as a game to please Lin Fan.

Lin Fan nodded happily: "Okay."

"I want one too!" Mu Jingjing raised her hand. "I haven't seen it either. I can help."

"And me, and me!" Du Xingyu shouted outside the car unwillingly.

He wasn't really curious, it was simply because when a weapon refiner refines a weapon, he would focus on the weapon in his hand and lose his own defense. If he couldn't be in a safe environment, he would have to have someone to protect him.

Although he knew in his heart that he might not be able to deal with it even if he got close and prepared - after all, Ao Hen was not a good person.

In the end, sword forging turned into a group activity.

That night, everyone camped on the empty river bank.

The people of Changtianmen each had their own duties, some collected firewood, some made fire.

Du Xingyu took off his shoes and socks and jumped into the river. He fished for a long time with his bare hands but didn't catch a single fish. In the end, he had to use his spiritual power to catch the fish.

Ao Hen was so interested in the scene that he disappeared in a flash. When he came back, he was holding some game in his hands.

Ling Yichen stood aside, dressed in white, with his hands behind his back, his brows furrowed and his face full of disgust.

"Foundation building is still not as good as Golden Core. I always waste too much time on these useless trivial matters..."

"Shut up!" Mu Jingjing yelled at him, "Don't you know how you got your golden elixir?!"

Ling Yichen is now a toothless paper tiger.

If we don't help Shen Xiuyuan vent his anger now, it will be difficult to scold him in person after he recovers.

Ling Yichen felt annoyed and was about to say something when he saw Ao Hen snap his fingers into Mu Jingjing's campfire.

In an instant, the fire in front of him suddenly rose up as if oil was poured on it, almost burning Ling Yichen's clothes.

"Don't talk if you don't want to eat." Ao Hen smiled at him, then turned to please Mu Jingjing, "Junior sister?"

"Yes!" Mu Jingjing nodded heavily, "You don't even do any work, but you keep talking nonsense. If you don't want to eat, just stay aside."

Ling Yichen's nose was crooked with anger. With a fierce laugh, he pulled up his robe and sat down on a high rock beside him, away from the fire, closing his eyes and meditating, thinking that out of sight, out of mind.

After a while, an alluring fragrance went straight into Ling Yichen's nose. The lively laughter also made Ling Yichen seem all alone and even more deserted.

He took out a fasting pill and swallowed it, and only then did he feel that his restless stomach was slightly soothed.

"Hmph! Don't blame me for not reminding you." He sneered, "There are too many impurities in worldly things. If you eat too much, they will accumulate in your body, which will be harmful to your practice."

The cheerful atmosphere suddenly cooled because of his words.

The meat that Mu Jingjing bit into her mouth no longer tasted delicious.

Lin Fan pulled Mu Jingjing aside and said, "Ignore him, he's just jealous. He's just being too stubborn and suffering. Let's eat our food."

"But..." Mu Jingjing sighed, "What he said makes sense."

Ling Yichen raised his chin, looking complacent: "It is not without reason. Greed for pleasure and the pursuit of appetite are indeed a burden to the heart of Tao..."

"Shut up!" Du Xingyu's voice was filled with anger.

After entering the Golden Core stage, some cultivators do take the Bigu Pill due to food impurities or time issues. But before the Golden Core stage, the cultivator's physique cannot completely rely on the Bigu Pill to maintain normal body energy, so eating is necessary.

Ling Yichen knew this, but he said this deliberately to poke fun at people.

Even if everyone knows that the argument that "eating will hinder one's heart of Taoism" is nonsense, once these words are heard, they will often subtly form obstacles in the hearts of monks. This is the most terrifying thing.

"Ignore him," Aohen's eyes turned cold, and he glared at Ling Yichen. The murderous intent in his eyes frightened him so much that he dared not say anything more. "We in the Youye Sect never abide by those broken rules of your cultivation. Without the pursuit of the ancient hope, what fun is there in a dull life? What's the point of seeking immortality?"

"That's right!" Du Xingyu was the first to agree. "We cultivate immortality, not to become ascetics. My master is a good drinker. He has reached the great perfection of the Spirit Separation Realm, the best in the world. There are always people like this who insist on using their own ideas to frame others. They are nothing but frogs in a well."

"It's pitiful after all." Yu Sinian slowly waved his fan, "It's understandable that he has a bad temper after not being able to eat delicious food for so many years."

"The pills have poison." Shen Xiuyuan lowered his eyes and helped Mu Jingjing grill the meat. "If you take too much, the poison will settle in your body, which is much harder to remove than food impurities."

Ling Yichen listened to their singing and echoing, and his face looked strange. Suddenly, he felt that the years of eating fasting pills were terrible.