Mortal Cultivator: Lin Tianzun

Chapter 90: The natal magic weapon is refined and a new journey begins

Lin Fan's expression was solemn, his eyes filled with concentration and anticipation. Like a magnet, they were fixed on the seven flying swords within the specially crafted Ice Spirit Water. At this moment, everything around him seemed to vanish, as if nothing in the world existed. Only these seven magical treasures, the product of his countless efforts, occupied his entire mind.

The long hours of intense refining had left his hands trembling slightly. And at this critical moment, nearing the end of his task, he was incredibly nervous, overcome by an overwhelming excitement. Even his breathing became heavy, his chest heaving violently as if it were sucking all the air out of the refining room.

He carefully dipped his hand into the icy spirit water. A piercing chill instantly surged through his fingertips like a surging tide, like countless fine, sharp needles piercing deep into his bones, causing goose bumps to instantly break out on his skin. But he seemed oblivious, his gaze focused solely on the seven flying swords undergoing a cold infusion, their quality enhanced. As if drawn by an invisible, powerful force, his consciousness had already become fused with the seven swords, indistinguishable from one another.

His hand firmly grasped the hilt of the first sword. The hilt trembled slightly in his palm, as if it was eagerly responding to his touch, and as if it could not wait to break free from the shackles of the Ice Spirit Water and embark on a new journey.

He slowly lifted the swords from the water, and droplets of icy water cascaded down the slender blades. In the dimly lit refining room, these droplets reflected a dazzling, dreamlike light, as if the seven swords were releasing their final mystical power, recounting the extraordinary journey of their forging. Each flying sword exuded a powerful and vibrant aura, like a living being with its own life. They hummed softly in his hands, their voices eager and eager, eager to join him on this path of cultivation, filled with unknowns and challenges.

He reverently held the seven flying swords, the product of countless efforts, in his hands, and slowly, step by step, walked towards the carefully arranged formation. His steps were steady and firm, and each step was like stepping on his own heartbeat, making a dull and powerful sound, reflecting his persistence and belief in success.

He had spent countless days and nights meticulously carving this formation with rare spiritual materials, stroke by stroke. The spiritual materials emanated a unique and captivating luster, with runes looming within them, and the power fluctuations within them were mysterious and alluring, as if they were leisurely telling an ancient and mysterious tale, or quietly awaiting a fateful awakening, waiting only for this moment to collide with the seven flying swords and create wonderful sparks.

The moment the seven flying swords were gently placed into the formation, something miraculous occurred. Like an ancient beast awakened, the formation suddenly erupted with a dazzling light, so intense it was nearly impossible to look directly at, forcing one to squint slightly.

Beams of spiritual energy shot up into the sky like giant pillars, echoing in unison with the seven flying swords. The resonance of their power caused the entire refining room to tremble slightly, and the stone slabs on the floor couldn't bear the weight, forming tiny cracks, as if they would collapse under the overwhelming force at any moment.

Lin Fan knew this was an opportunity not to be missed. He gritted his teeth, resolutely biting through the tip of his tongue. A stream of boiling hot blood, imbued with powerful life force, spurted out like an arrow, landing precisely on the seven flying swords. Upon contact, the blood instantly transformed into blood-red runes, snaking along the swords like nimble serpents, interweaving and merging with the magic runes originally inscribed on the swords, emitting a strange and dazzling light. This light was sometimes as blazing as a blazing flame, sometimes as cold as icy frost, as if a deep soul-stirring fusion and struggle were taking place, or as if a passionate symphony of clashing forces was being composed.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Fan's hands danced rapidly, moving like a phantom through the magic formula. Each change in the formula was accompanied by a violent surge of spiritual energy around him. The air seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force, making a "sizzling" sound, as if playing a passionate symphony of spiritual energy.

His hands left traces in the air, which were the paths of flowing spiritual power, like bright meteors across the night sky, fleeting yet extremely dazzling, carrying his desire for success and unremitting efforts.

He muttered something, his deep, powerful voice echoing throughout the refining chamber, as if engaging in a solemn and sacred conversation with the most mysterious power in the universe. As he unleashed the incantations, the spiritual energy within the formation, as if drawn by an invisible hand, converged frantically upon the seven flying swords. Like a surging tide, wave after wave, it continuously assaulted the flying swords and, in turn, Lin Fan's will, testing his resolve and perseverance.

Under the impact of this powerful spiritual power, the seven flying swords trembled continuously, emitting bursts of clear and pleasant sounds. It seemed as if they were expressing their resistance to this power, and as if they were cheering for the upcoming new life.

Each clear sound was like a heavy hammer, hitting Lin Fan's heart hard, causing his heartbeat to accelerate, as if forming a wonderful resonance with the vibration of the flying sword. The sounds of each other's heartbeats intertwined, playing a resonance of life and strength.

During this process of recognizing the master and refining the seven flying swords, Lin Fan's consciousness seemed to establish a mysterious and close connection with them. He could clearly sense the immense power contained within them. It was as if the swords were no longer external objects, but had become an integral part of his being, resonating in unison with his heartbeat. He could even sense the swords' emotions; their resistance, struggle, and gradual surrender and closeness were as real and tangible as his own joys, sorrows, anger, and happiness. It was as if a spiritual bridge had been established between him and the swords.

However, the path to ritual refining was not entirely smooth. The powerful forces within the seven flying swords resisted this sudden fusion, seemingly wanting to maintain their independence and unwilling to be easily controlled by others. This resistance was like an invisible, indestructible wall, standing between Lin Fan and the flying swords. Every step forward required immense effort, making it incredibly difficult.

Lin Fan clenched his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead. Beads of sweat slid down his slightly pale cheeks, dripping onto the stone slabs beneath his feet and evaporating instantly. But his eyes grew more determined, as if burning with two unyielding flames: a dedication to success and a thirst for power that no difficulty could extinguish.

He continuously increased his spiritual energy output, relying on his tenacious will and unyielding spirit to suppress the resistance of the flying swords. His hands continuously changed the magic formula, each change was accompanied by a powerful fluctuation of spiritual energy, as if he wanted to concentrate the power of the entire formation without reservation on these seven flying swords, making them completely submit to him.

His body trembled slightly, as if he was under tremendous pressure, but his eyes never wavered. He always stared at the flying swords, as if he wanted to tame them with his eyes and make them his most loyal companions.

After an unknown amount of time, the tremors of the seven flying swords gradually subsided, their initial resistance dissipating, replaced by a warm and submissive deference toward Lin Fan, as if they had already accepted their new master and were willing to join him in the world of cultivation. Finally, the seven flying swords successfully acknowledged their master, their blades radiating a brilliant light, as dazzling as the blazing sun, blending perfectly with Lin Fan's aura, becoming indistinguishable from one another. At this moment, a spiritual contract seemed to have formed between Lin Fan and the flying swords. He could control them at will, and they could sense his every thought, becoming his most loyal companions on the path of cultivation, sharing life and death, and never abandoning him.

Lin Fan breathed a sigh of relief, a gratified smile spreading across his face. That smile was a mixture of exhaustion, joy, and pride. After countless hardships, his life-saving magical weapon, the Seven Star Sword, had finally been refined. From then on, it became his spiritual connection, sharing life and death with him. It became his most capable partner on the path to immortality, accompanying him through every stage of his journey.

He gazed at the seven Seven Star Swords, quietly suspended within the formation, his heart filled with emotion. The hardships of this journey now flooded back to him like a tide. He had expended countless energy, countless days and nights of torment and effort, to refine this life-defining magical weapon.

If it weren't for the Qiankun Creation Cauldron's assistance, simply gathering the materials would have been a near-impossible task. The Qiankun Creation Cauldron possessed the miraculous ability to cultivate spiritual materials, giving him an infinite advantage in acquiring them. It was like lighting a bright lamp in the darkness, guiding him on the path to success.

The refining process was equally difficult. If he had used his own Dan Fire instead of the Earth Lung Fire, it would have taken at least five years. The Earth Lung Fire originated from deep within the Earth's core, possessing unparalleled heat and unique properties. Using it to refine weapons, Lin Fan only needed to focus on controlling the heat, saving a large portion of his mana and allowing him to more easily handle the complex refining process. This laid a solid foundation for his path to refinement.

He knew that for an ordinary Jindan-stage cultivator, simply gathering the materials would take decades, or even longer. During this lengthy process, they would also face various dangers and challenges. A single mistake could lead to all their efforts being wasted, and years of hard work would be wasted.

Furthermore, the resources required to gather these materials would bankrupt an average Jindan cultivator. Even so, the chances of successfully refining a natal magic weapon were extremely low, and most people would end up frustrated on this thorny road, leaving behind endless regrets.

Although the direct descendants of those major forces have the support of the sect and it is relatively easy for them to collect materials, the competition they face is also extremely fierce. The allocation of resources within the sect is not unlimited. Many disciples are competing for limited resources, just like trying to cross a single-plank bridge. If they are not careful, they will fall into the water.

Furthermore, during the refining process, they also relied on their own strength and luck; the slightest mistake could lead to failure. However, even so, they were still far from being comparable to Lin Fan. Lin Fan, leveraging the miraculous properties of the Qiankun Creation Cauldron, cultivated a vast quantity of top-tier spiritual materials, refining magical weapons that far surpassed theirs in quality and power, standing out like a crane among chickens.

Lin Fan gazed at the seven Seven Star Swords, a fusion of his own, his eyes filled with exhaustion and relief. He knew that while his work was now complete, his body and mind were in a state of extreme exhaustion. His limbs felt heavy as if they were filled with lead, and every movement seemed incredibly difficult, as if he were carrying a heavy load. His mind was also groggy, as if shrouded in a fog. His thoughts became slow and muddled, making it difficult to concentrate.

He quickly formed hand seals with his hands, muttering something to himself. As if drawn by an invisible force, the seven flying swords transformed into seven streams of light, shooting towards Lin Fan's mouth. The moment the flying swords entered his body, Lin Fan felt a powerful and familiar force coursing through him. The Seven Star Swords instantly merged with his dantian, blending with his innate spiritual energy. The infusion of that power caused his body to tremble slightly, a feeling of both fullness and a hint of pain, as if he were undergoing a baptism of transformation, reshaping his body and soul.

After completing this step, Lin Fan could no longer hold on, his body swaying and nearly falling. He knew he had to return to his cave abode to recuperate as soon as possible, otherwise his body and soul might be damaged, hindering his future cultivation. Suppressing his fatigue, he used his escape technique and quickly returned to his cave abode.

Upon entering the cave, Lin Fan hastily set up several defensive formations to prevent outside interference. With deft technique, spiritual runes flew from his fingertips, merging into the cave's walls and floor, forming a solid protective barrier. These runes shimmered like stars in the night sky, guarding his peace and providing a safe environment for his cultivation.

Afterward, he walked directly to the stone training platform within the cave and sat cross-legged. This year-long process of refining weapons had not only consumed a tremendous amount of his mana, but had also been exhausting mentally, as if he were being pricked by countless fine needles. The pain was unbearable. The blood essence he had just spurted out was like the pillars of support that had ripped away Lin Fan's body, severely damaging his vitality. He was so weak that he barely had the strength to even lift a hand.

He forced his trembling hands together, reaching into his storage bag and groping, finally pulling out the crucial Essence Blood Pill. This Essence Blood Pill, crafted from thousand-year-old blood ginseng through countless complex processes, was inestimably precious, a supreme elixir for replenishing essence and blood. It lay quietly in Lin Fan's palm, emitting a lingering, subtle fragrance that seemed to carry healing powers, gently soothing his weary mind and bringing him a sense of comfort.

Lin Fan raised his head and swallowed the Essence Blood Pill in one gulp. As the pill entered his throat, a warm energy instantly spread throughout his body. Then, he slowly closed his eyes, his aura gradually stabilizing, and he methodically began to practice his cultivation technique. He concentrated his mind, guiding the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into his body, while simultaneously devoting all his energy to refining this precious Essence Blood Pill.

In an instant, strands of spiritual energy converged frantically from every corner of the cave, from every crack between heaven and earth, as if summoned by an invisible force. Like a clear trickle of water in the mountains, this spiritual energy poured endlessly into Lin Fan's parched dantian. And under Lin Fan's refinement, the blood essence pill quickly transformed into rich blood energy, surging like a surging river towards the depleted blood essence, fully replenishing the damage within him and repairing his damaged body and soul.

With the continued influx of spiritual energy and the constant nourishment of the Essence Blood Pill's blood and qi, Lin Fan's face, originally as pale as paper and bloodless, slowly began to come alive. The gradual appearance of a rosy complexion was like the first ray of dawn in the darkness, heralding the return of vitality and giving him hope of regaining his strength.

In this tranquil cave, time slipped by silently, undisturbed by the slightest interruption. Lin Fan was completely immersed in his cultivation, the clamor and strife of the outside world no longer relevant to him. He knew that only through such thorough cultivation could he quickly restore his strength to its former state and prepare for the future path of cultivation.

Three months passed in a flash. Thanks to the careful care of the Essence and Blood Pill, Lin Fan successfully restored his essence and blood. He was now a brand new person. He slowly opened his eyes, and a glint of light flashed in them, sharp and dazzling!
(End of this chapter)