The weapon refiner is not doing her job properly

Chapter 209 Come again?

Day after day, without ceasing, she was like the most patient animal trainer, carefully using her divine sense as threads and spiritual power as bridges to try again and again to communicate with, soothe, and guide the raging "star core" in the furnace.

Both their spirit and spiritual energy were stretched to the limit.

Finally, at a critical point of utter exhaustion, a faint yet incredibly clear "hum" came from the furnace, like a heavenly sound.

Become!

A startling light flashed in Su Ninglong's weary eyes. Her divine sense had finally penetrated the natural barrier of the Divine Source Gold, successfully imprinting her own mark on its core and achieving initial control.

Without the slightest hesitation, she immediately struck while the iron was hot, shoving her clasped hands against the furnace opening, her ten fingers rapidly unfolding and changing like lotus flowers.

A profound magic seal, embodying all her spiritual will at this moment, was forcefully and relentlessly thrust into the furnace by her.

Following closely behind were the mutated cockroach threads that were already prepared, and the fragrant summer sandalwood powder...

She precisely and swiftly threw them into the furnace one by one, guiding them little by little to merge into the divine source gold body that she had initially taken control of.

Just as all the materials began to blend together, a sudden change occurred.

The divine gold in the furnace seemed to have received some kind of ultimate stimulus, and suddenly collapsed and condensed wildly inward!
A destructive energy storm, far exceeding anything seen before, erupted instantly inside the furnace. The violent energy, like a ferocious beast out of control, raged against the furnace walls, emitting a heart-palpitating roar.

Su Ninglong's expression changed drastically, and she pressed her palms firmly against the furnace wall.

The two golden cores within his body were operating at an unprecedented speed, and the vast spiritual power poured out like a flood breaking through a dam, desperately suppressing the raging storm within the furnace.

If she hadn't already formed two cores, possessing a profound foundation far exceeding that of her peers and the ability to continuously absorb spiritual energy, she would probably have already been drained dry by this greedy "object".

The weapon forging process has entered its most difficult tug-of-war.

Su Ninglong's divine sense and spiritual power were engaged in a silent yet extremely intense struggle and tug-of-war with the refining materials inside the furnace that were undergoing their ultimate transformation.

Time seemed to have lost its meaning, with only the mass of matter in the furnace struggling frantically on the edge of destruction and rebirth.

After an unknown period of suffocating stalemate, at the heart of the raging energy storm, the liquid divine source gold finally began to show signs of stabilization, condensing towards its final form...

Although separated by the furnace fire, Su Ninglong's powerful divine sense could clearly perceive the sword embryo that was condensing.

The violent pulse is calming down, transforming into a deeper, more powerful energy rhythm, like the heartbeat of a sleeping dragon beginning to awaken.

The intense heat of the furnace and the sharpness of the sword intent achieved a delicate balance, conveying a unique tactile sensation that was both warm and imbued with immense power.

The prototype of the sword is emerging, long and smooth, with lines so perfect that it seems uncarved by human hands.

The starlight inside was no longer colliding randomly, but rather, like rivers flowing into the sea, it orderly converged along the spine of the sword into a dazzling band of light. Although the light was still intense, it had become restrained and concentrated, revealing an invincible sharpness.

At the blade, the light was concentrated to its extreme, so thin as to be almost non-existent, yet it clearly sliced ​​through the energy flow within the furnace, emitting a subtle yet soul-piercing hum, and faintly generating sentience.

On the seventh day after the divine sword was forged, the indoor temperature was adjusted to a frigid atmosphere, with only the warm divine light and starlight emanating from the Divine Source Golden Flying Sword illuminating the surroundings.

Su Ninglong sat cross-legged in front of the furnace. Her complexion had regained its rosy hue, but her eyes showed signs of fatigue.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the weariness deep within her soul, and decided to rest and recuperate for a while.

She is not a tireless machine; she needs a short rest now to conserve her energy for the final steps.

Before her, several carefully selected rare materials were quietly displayed, including a section of the trunk of a 'Ten Thousand Year Summer Fragrance Lightning-Struck Wood' that was charred black but ancient and solemn.
Several pieces of aberrant material, with a cool and lustrous sheen like moonlight;

A roll of "silver thread," a modern technological product as fine as a hair yet shimmering with a cold metallic gleam, which is said to be able to withstand extreme high temperatures;
And the lustrous, delicate fish bone powder that enhances the effects of sacred artifacts.

After a brief moment of rest, Su Ninglong focused her mind once more.

She extended her slender finger, and a cluster of almost transparent spiritual fire leaped from her fingertip. At the same time, her powerful divine sense reached out like the most precise carving knife.

He began to guide the spiritual fire with his divine sense, meticulously sculpting the distorted material that shimmered with moonlight.

Licked by the spiritual fire and outlined by divine sense, the material slowly deformed under the invisible force, gradually being shaped into the core gripping part of the sword hilt, its shape fitting perfectly, as if it were born that way.

With the core handle initially formed, she then added Hongfu fish bone powder.

The shimmering white powder blended in like stardust, bringing a touch of warm spirituality. Then, she added dozens of pre-prepared auxiliary materials, layering them to give the sword hilt different properties and a stable structure.

Upon closer inspection of this partially formed sword hilt, one can see that a perfectly shaped and precisely sized groove has been carefully reserved at its end, which is the interface prepared for connecting the sword tang.

An astonishing scene unfolded.

Just as the hilt approached, the deep, dark gold background of the blade seemed to be awakened by an invisible force, suddenly emitting a soft glow.

Even more miraculously, the dazzling starlight flowing inside the sword hilt, as if strongly attracted by the same source of energy, actively converged and surged towards the interface.

At the same time, the part of the sword hilt made of aberrant material at its core also seemed to be activated, emitting a moonlight glow that matched the frequency of the starlight.

Although the two beams of light did not actually come into contact, they shone brightly in the void, creating a wondrous energy resonance and response, as if they were originally one and of the same origin, and were now eagerly yearning to merge.

Su Ninglong did not stop after completing this exquisite energy guidance and resonance.

She took out the last item, "The Kiss of Death".

This weapon has been with her for six years. Its attack power is decent, but it consumes a lot of mental energy. It was easy to use when she was in the Foundation Establishment stage, but its power is slightly insufficient when she uses it in the Core Formation stage.

The Kiss of Death will be reborn in divine fire and become part of the new artifact.

She solemnly threw it into the furnace.

Time flew by during the intensely focused refining process.

Two whole months.

As the last trace of material was completely incorporated, the divine sword hummed, and all the starlight receded into its sheath. Su Ninglong abruptly raised her head, a flash of brilliance in her eyes before her gaze returned to its deep, still depths.

She looked out at the sky beyond the workshop.

As the sword's starlight disappeared into its sheath, Su Ninglong raised her head, calmly awaiting the storm's arrival.

When a divine artifact is first created, Heaven and Earth will be moved and send down a tribulation of lightning to refine it.

Almost at the same moment the divine sword withdrew its light, the clear sky above the farm suddenly turned gloomy. Thick, dark clouds, like a surging sea of ​​ink, gathered wildly from all directions, and low rumbles of thunder rolled faintly from the depths of the clouds, creating a suffocating atmosphere.

Having anticipated this, Su Ninglong immediately notified Ge Wei via communicator: "Uncle Ge, evacuate immediately. Everyone, leave the farm area right now."

"Again?" Ge Wei, who was calculating the farm's income and expenditure in front of the screen, saw the terrifying storm clouds rapidly gathering on the monitor screen. His eyelids twitched and his heart trembled.

He immediately grabbed a megaphone and rushed out of the office, shouting, "Everyone, evacuate immediately! Drop what you're doing and get to the other construction site right now! Repeat after me..."

"But manager, this batch of Ling tea leaves was just picked, and it hasn't been..."

"Forget about the tea, your life is more important, run! The boss won't blame us." Ge Wei's voice was hoarse with anxiety as he pushed and shoved the still hesitant workers.

The devastating lightning tribulation of the last time was still vivid in his mind, and he didn't want to experience that feeling of trembling in fear under the might of thunder again.

Su Ninglong's figure appeared instantly in the open area outside the manor villa.

She looked up at the sky, her gaze piercing through the darkness that seemed to devour everything.

The dark clouds gathering now were completely different from the lightning tribulation she had experienced when she advanced to the Core Formation stage.

Inside the thick clouds, there was not just a single force of lightning, but rather a chaotic furnace of boiling chaos, violently churning and stirring up a variety of colors of chaotic lightning, including terrifying crimson, dark purple, pale white, and eerie blue.

Even from a distance, its overwhelming and destructive power is enough to instill fear and shatter the spirits of any living being.

Even more terrifying, deep within the churning lava, countless massive thunder dragons, as thick as ancient mountain ranges, were being conceived.

With each twist and turn, they exuded a terrifying aura that distorted the surrounding space, as if this world could no longer bear their violent power.

Facing this world-ending scene, Su Ninglong showed no fear whatsoever; instead, a hint of anticipation flickered in her eyes.

Meanwhile, images and news about the sudden appearance of an extreme "thunderstorm exclusion zone" near the Star Alliance have already spread rapidly across various StarNet platforms, causing a huge uproar.

This unusual celestial phenomenon, like bait exuding a deadly allure, has tempted many reckless adventurers (or rather, travelers who are oblivious to their own danger) to try and "encounter" this rare spectacle.

Inside the school, Lei Qingya, who was in class, suddenly felt her heart skip a beat. A strong sense of unease made her stand up abruptly and rush out of the classroom almost without thinking.

Seeing this, Xuanxi, who had been secretly watching her, rolled her eyes and immediately crouched down, slipping away silently.

He wondered to himself: Could this commotion mean that Su Ninglong has come out of seclusion?

Doug had just finished writing on the blackboard when he turned around and found two student seats empty. He was furious.

He had just chased after them out of the classroom when his gaze was immediately drawn to the terrifying clouds piling up wildly on the horizon.

Doug was surprised and quickly asked Lei Qingya, who was also standing in the corridor gazing into the distance, "Is Xiao Su... about to break through again?"

“No,” Lei Qingya shook her head subconsciously, her brows furrowed, “It feels different.” She really wanted to go and take a look, but there was an ironclad rule in cultivation: it was taboo to get close to the place where others were undergoing tribulation, as that would be tantamount to inviting lightning to strike oneself and courting death.

"Again?" In another location, Yun Fei, who was recuperating, was also startled by this familiar celestial phenomenon.

He walked slowly to the floor-to-ceiling window of Principal Yan's office, gazed at the dark clouds in the distance that resembled an overturned sea of ​​ink, and asked in a deep voice, "Principal Yan, shouldn't we proceed with our next plan?"

A deep voice came from the other end of the desk, carrying an all-knowing composure: "They're eager to move on to the next step of their plan. As for us? We've always gone with the flow, 'developing' according to their wishes, haven't we?"

Principal Yan's fingertips were gently stroking Ollie, who was squatting by the table, and rubbing his fluffy head felt very relaxing.

Upon hearing this, Yun Fei nodded silently, "My injuries are no longer serious, and I can participate in the operation at any time."

Principal Yan continued working, but his gaze was fixed on the rolling thunderclouds outside the window. He said slowly, "No need to rush. You are not fully recovered yet, so you don't need to intervene this time. The children have grown up, and it's time for them to stand on their own and face the storms. Every generation needs leaders."

"Is it really a good idea to push them to the front lines and expose them to the storm?" There was a hint of barely perceptible worry in his voice.

Principal Yan's gaze remained profound, his voice steady and calm: "Whether it's good or bad is not the key. The key is whether they themselves are willing to take responsibility. It's not a big deal; facing the cruel society after adulthood is simply part of growing up."

He unconsciously stroked Ollie's ear with his fingertips. "And you, Yunfei, your most important task now is to live. Only by living can you truly 'watch' them grow, watch them soar, and even become their last line of defense when necessary."

Yun Fei's throat moved slightly, but in the end, he could only swallow the word "yes," turning it into a silent agreement.

He knew that what Principal Yan said was true.

His soul and body were indeed severely injured. He had just recovered and was not in peak condition. Fortunately, Su Ninglong quickly removed the secret spirit, otherwise he would have been left with a mark.

Forcing yourself to get involved will not only be unhelpful, but may even become a burden.

Meanwhile, outside the security perimeter of the manor.

The tourists who were drawn by the news from the StarNet and hoped to "encounter" the spectacle are now extremely excited.

They felt incredibly lucky; having only been there a short time, they had witnessed firsthand the spectacular sight of the cataclysmic clouds continuing to gather and expand.

Some people couldn't contain their excitement and tried to find a closer observation point, even if it was just a little bit closer.

Several patrol boats with flashing warning lights had already taken off, creating an invisible aerial surveillance network at a safe distance. A stern and clear warning came over the loudspeaker: "Danger area ahead. All civilian aircraft and personnel are prohibited from approaching. Repeat, do not approach."

Moki, mingling among the excited crowd, had a gleam in his eyes that shone with a fervor far greater than that of the tourists around him.

His original plan was to wait until the storm surrounding Su Ninglong subsided, then shamelessly pester Yun Fei, who had just had some free time, for an in-depth interview, determined to give it a try no matter how much he begged.

Unexpectedly, an even bigger "spectacle" unfolded before his eyes. This was top-notch material that had fallen from the sky. How could he miss it?