The weapon refiner is not doing her job properly

Chapter 210 Coming out of seclusion
He was carrying a state-of-the-art holographic motion capture device on his shoulder, along with a professional anti-interference telephoto lens and a portable environmental energy analyzer. His outfit stood out among the tourists around him who were taking pictures with ordinary personal terminals.

A young man nearby, who was also diligently taking photos, couldn't help but cast an envious glance and leaned closer to say, "Hey buddy, your equipment is so professional! You've clearly come prepared!"

Mao Xi grinned and patted his precious instrument proudly: "That's right, I was just planning to make a holographic book about the wonders of the Star Alliance's secret realms, and look, God himself has delivered the material to me, haha!"

"Wow, that's awesome!" The young man gave a thumbs up. "I'll definitely support you when the catalog comes out! Do you have an account online? I'll go follow you so I don't miss out."

Mao Xi's eyes lit up as he skillfully adjusted the camera to aim at the distant thunderstorm core, while quickly reciting his StarNet ID.

Free publicity is always welcome, and you can never have too many fans.

After so many years of hard work, he still maintains his original aspirations, but he also knows that he can't make a living without his fans.

She has completely let go of her aloofness and is becoming more and more accustomed to "gaining followers".

The strange event began while the tourists on the periphery were still talking in hushed tones.

A giant pillar of lightning, nearly a hundred feet in diameter and composed entirely of crimson thunder, descended from the sky like a giant axe, tearing through the thick darkness.

Carrying an aura of annihilation, it slashed fiercely down at the newly formed divine artifact above the manor.

Before the lightning bolts even truly descended, the overwhelming and destructive pressure had already arrived, causing the entire earth to shake violently.

The tourists who had been itching to move closer turned pale and unconsciously retreated, no longer daring to have the slightest thought of getting closer.

"Zheng!"

The ancient-looking sword sheath floating above the villa seemed to have been fully activated by the tribulation lightning, with its intricate mechanical lotus flower blooming layer by layer at its top.

The sword sheath, as thin as a cicada's wing yet incredibly tough, and shimmering with deep starlight, unfolded completely, forming an unbelievable, magnificent umbrella-shaped defensive structure covering an area of ​​ten zhang in radius.

The umbrella was not still; the instant it unfolded, it began to spin wildly at a terrifying speed that was impossible for the naked eye to perceive. The mysterious umbrella ribs, made of a distorted material resembling moonlight, became clearly visible as it spun at high speed. The divine gold inlaid at the twelve nodes at its ends, like twelve miniature blazing suns, burst forth with dazzling divine light, pointing straight to the sky.

The next moment, the devastating crimson lightning bolt slammed solidly into the rapidly spinning star canopy.

At the moment of impact, countless ancient runes that were originally hidden on the umbrella surface were instantly activated by the violent energy.

They are interconnected and layered, forming one after another thick and visible barrier.

The lightning collided violently with the barrier, producing a deafening and terrifying roar.

Countless fragments of lightning, once flung away, transformed into a dazzling yet extremely dangerous rain of meteors, scattering across the surrounding wasteland.

The fiery rain fell to the ground, easily melting through the soil and rocks, scalding countless deep, charred holes that emitted a pungent, burnt smell.

Su Ninglong broke out in a cold sweat. Luckily, she controlled the direction of the falling fire rain, otherwise her tea field would have been destroyed.

The terrifying splash power terrified the tourists and the space police maintaining order in the distance, who turned pale and hurriedly retreated hundreds of meters, afraid of being touched by even a single spark.

At the center of the scene, Su Ninglong remained calm and composed beneath the rotating giant star umbrella. Her gaze was serene, and she gently raised her hand, forming a hand seal in mid-air before lightly waving it towards the umbrella ribs.

The twelve umbrella ribs, imbued with divine gold, resembled twelve greedy deep-sea whirlpools. Far from being afraid of the heavenly tribulation lightning, they actively faced the lightning head-on.

They generate a powerful suction force, drawing in and absorbing the pure lightning energy on the umbrella surface that has been weakened and dispersed by the barrier.

Through some mysterious connection, this initially refined lightning power is transmitted to the umbrella handle joint, allowing the sword to undergo even purer energy tempering.

Before the residual power of the first wave of lightning tribulation had completely dissipated, a second, even more cunning attack followed!

This time, it was not a single giant pillar, but three dark purple lightning bolts, only half the thickness of the previous ones, but with a deep, dark color like the underworld and an extremely restrained and concentrated aura.

Three venomous pythons, seemingly alive, formed a sharp "品" (pin) shaped formation, silently tearing through space and cleverly bypassing the umbrella's strongest defensive area. From three extremely tricky angles, they directly attacked Su Ninglong, the core beneath the umbrella.

Suninglong tilted her head. "You can do that?"
If you can't move the umbrella, move the person.

A clear and resonant sword cry drowned out the thunderous roar.

The sword is finally fully drawn!

Su Ninglong gripped the sword hilt firmly with her backhand, took a step forward, and took the initiative to meet the three pillars of lightning.

Clad in white, his figure appeared both small and incredibly resolute against the backdrop of dark purple lightning.

Su Ninglong gripped the sword hilt, and instead of retreating, she advanced, taking the initiative to meet the three pillars of lightning.

The divine sword emitted a joyful and eager tremor in her hand, and its starlight and divine light converged and compressed inward at an incredible speed.

In the end, all the power condensed into that single point of cold light, transforming into an extremely refined, blazing white thread that seemed capable of piercing any object, actively stabbing towards the core of the Chaos Divine Lightning.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only the sharp hiss of extreme energies eroding and annihilating each other.

The sword tip and the lightning core were locked in a fierce tug-of-war, with the destructive lightning plasma and the pioneering sword intent engaging in the most dangerous struggle within that small space.

Destruction and rebirth clash fiercely at this absolute critical point!
Below, Su Ninglong was under unimaginable pressure.

Her veins bulged all over her body, and her white clothes were instantly stained red with the seeping blood. Blood trickled from her seven orifices, and her entire body seemed to be about to be completely disintegrated by the terrifying power transmitted through the sword.

But her hands, gripping the sword hilt tightly, were as steady as a rock, without the slightest tremor or retreat, her eyes burning with an almost frenzied persistence and composure.

One of the lightning bolts was pinned down and collapsed with a bang.

Several natural runes bestowed by lightning tribulation quietly appeared on the sword's blade.

Su Ninglong not only withstood the lightning tribulation head-on, but also used the tribulation to further refine her divine soul, making it even more condensed.

Seemingly sensing that it could not harm Su Ninglong and the object in her hand, the tribulation clouds rolled for a moment, and finally fell silent after a few symbolic streaks of light lightning.

As the gloom dissipated, the gentle rain, brimming with vitality and the power of creation, fell softly like a gift from a celestial maiden.

Wherever the rain and dew reach, the earth ravaged by thunder and fire quickly regains its vitality, and the scorched soil is reborn with new greenery.

The divine sword emitted a dragon's roar as if breaking free from its restraints, and a plump, white sword spirit doll, about the size of a palm and surrounded by a pure energy aura, took shape.

It blinked curiously, nestled affectionately on Su Ninglong's still bleeding shoulder, and let out a cheerful "giggle," waving its little hands and feet as if it were celebrating its great birth with all its might.

The aftershocks of braving the heavenly tribulation were still reverberating within her body, leaving Su Ninglong's aura somewhat weak and feeble, her face pale from blood loss. However, her eyes shone with an astonishing brightness, as if they had contained the myriad lightning bolts from just moments before, transforming them into a deep, unfathomable sharpness and clarity.

The divine sword then emitted a clear, obedient sound and returned to its ancient-looking scabbard.

“Return to the Void for defense, and the Great Void for offense.” Su Ninglong lowered her head and gently touched the chubby face of the sword spirit that was still leaning on her shoulder and curiously looking around. “From now on, you will be called ‘Little Bamboo Shoot’.”

She casually came up with a name, carrying a sense of nonchalance yet also a hope for its continuous advancement.

The newly born sword spirit has already developed intelligence. It can understand its master's intentions in its ignorance, but it has no sense of right or wrong.

It felt incredibly close to the finger in front of it, and instinctively opened its toothless little mouth, then took a big bite and hugged Su Ninglong's fingertip.

Unexpectedly, this seemingly harmless action easily pierced Su Ninglong's skin, which had been tempered by lightning.

The droplets of blood seeping from the fingertips were instantly sucked up by the little thing.

"Little Bamboo Shoot, I am Little Bamboo Shoot." The sword spirit smacked its lips, seemingly quite satisfied with the blood bead, unconsciously repeating its new name.

Looking at the tiny wound on her fingertip that was healing rapidly, Su Ninglong sighed helplessly, "I don't know how much of my life essence I used to refine it, and now I have to take a bite right out of the furnace, like a little idiot." There was not much blame in her tone.

"So much blood was needed for the refining process, and now you want more? You're acting like a complete idiot."

Strangely, after absorbing this mouthful of blood containing her primordial power, the energy in Xiao Sun's body circulated and solidified into a bright red little bib.

It sat cross-legged on Su Ninglong's shoulder, started to laugh foolishly, and its big eyes darted around, full of endless curiosity about everything around it.

Su Ninglong ignored this new "little trouble" and, with a thought, stored the newly acquired natal magic weapon "Guixu Umbrella · Taixu Sword" into her dantian.

The gentle spiritual energy immediately enveloped it like a warm tide, beginning a deeper level of nurturing and fusion.

Feeling the magical treasure within his dantian, an unprecedented sense of freedom arose spontaneously.

With it, you can go anywhere in the vast universe. In the past, the most troublesome thing about interstellar travel was applying for permission for personal weapons. The process was cumbersome and restricted at every turn.

Now that the magic weapon is hidden on one's person, security checks will no longer be able to detect it.

Thinking of this, Su Ninglong couldn't help but smile slightly.

One word: cool!

Before she left, she turned her head and glanced in the direction of the dense crowd, revealing a cold and indifferent look.
He turned and stepped into the messy workshop, and began to tidy up the mess in an orderly manner.

Put the scattered tools back in their place, properly seal away the unused materials, and use magic to wipe away the charred lightning strike marks on the ground.

Once everything was back in order, she changed out of her blood-stained and tattered cloud robe and into clean everyday clothes. She immediately felt refreshed, as if the fatigue of the past two months had been washed away by the last bit of sweet rain.

It's time to go back to school.

I wonder how many new things have happened outside in the past two months.

In this rapidly changing era, there are bound to be all sorts of bizarre and outlandish gossip and rumors.

As she thought about it, she skillfully opened the communication interface. First, she sent a text message to Xingyuan: "Out of seclusion, everything went smoothly."

Immediately, she opened the incredibly lively "Ten Sides Burying Wealth" group chat and quickly typed in the message:
[Su]: My dear friends, I'm back.

……

Mao Xi and all the onlookers were so excited they almost fainted. They felt it would be worth dying for this!

The scene was so spectacular and magnificent that it far exceeded everyone's imagination.

And Su Ninglong's seemingly casual glance seemed to contain a kind of indescribable and powerful beauty.

Holding a sacred artifact and clad in blood-stained white robes, her extraordinary and unapproachable aura alone was enough to captivate men, women, and children alike.

Beauty is justice. Many haters who were initially swayed by online comments switched sides after witnessing this scene, instantly becoming fans and unable to utter a single bad word.

Of course, the happiest person was Mao Xi.

His camera was clear and steady, and it was a live broadcast, so every movement and every look of Su Ninglong was clearly seen by the audience on the other side of the screen.

His fan base skyrocketed, and people in the comments section kept begging him to do an interview or find a way to get closer and take more close-up shots.

Such a beautiful and cool woman, who could possibly criticize her? Absolutely not! We're too busy admiring her to even think about it.

"I wonder what skills Star Alliance Academy needs to recruit staff... I really want to get closer to my sister."

"It's my sister! She's only twelve years old."

"Huh?! Twelve?! I'm ecstatic! That means she won't get married for at least eight years. So, solo fans, go for it! You can totally idolize her!"

"Hahaha, if that's the case, then I'll follow one too. The ultimate in the 'raising-a-child' genre."

"This little girl looks so adorable. Is she filming a new movie? When will it be released?"

"Blogger! Can you arrange a close-up interview? I want a close-up shot of Su Su, like a face-to-face shot!"

"You guys are too superficial, only looking at her looks. I'm different; I just want a replica of her sacred artifact! Is there any crafting expert who can make a replica? I'm willing to pay a hefty price for it!"

"Su Su makes me feel safe and secure. I really want to be friends with her."

Mao Xi couldn't help but feel that Su Ninglong was simply his lucky star, as every appearance of hers brought him an amazing surge of traffic and attention.

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[Lian Qiuqiu]: Sister Su is out of seclusion? Perfect timing, I'm coming to pay the rent. @Song Liu, are you there? Say something, it's been so long since I've heard you chat, I want to hear some fresh stories!
Since Su Ninglong went into seclusion, Song Liu has also disappeared. It is said that she was forced by her mentor to bury herself in her studies and was oblivious to everything else.

If group members want to dig up some interesting gossip, they can only wander aimlessly through the school forum, where true and false information are mixed together, making it really hard to distinguish.

[Song Liu]: Do you think I'm a free storyteller? Don't you know the rules? You only start telling stories when you get paid. Information is a resource too, you know.