Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 214 Isn't this also true?

"Did it work?" Pear asked again.

Pei Xia did not answer.

If you're asking whether it's done, then it is indeed done, and there shouldn't be any problem using it.

But this last move, leaving spiderweb-like streaks of blood on the sword, left him somewhat dissatisfied.

Pei Xia didn't care about his appearance, but this look was too eye-catching and didn't go against his original intention.

Spider web... spider web... He suddenly opened his eyes slightly.

Yes, don't I still have a demon marrow?

He reached out and touched the jade; a flash of light appeared, and a slender object shaped like intertwined ancient wood fell into his hand.

The quality of demon marrow varies depending on the type of demon beast. Pei Xia's marrow, taken from a spider demon beast in the underground palace, is neither jade nor stone, with layers of fine patterns on its surface resembling a spider web.

At first glance, it looks like a wooden vine.

Excellent, excellent, only the vine is good.

Taking advantage of the intense flames, he refined the demon marrow into it, and after another period of focused refinement, with the pure blood flames and the rich spiritual energy of the world within his abdomen working together, nearly half an hour later, a crudely-looking "wooden sword" slowly emerged from the blood flames.

The gold needles, silver sand, frost iron, and pure blood were all concealed. The intertwined bluish-gray vines formed the spine of the sword. The blades on both sides remained straight, but the clear wood grain made one subconsciously doubt its sharpness.

Pei Xia beckoned, and the sword landed in her hand. The rough hilt was a bit rough on her hand, similar to the feel of the original Demon Essence. The sword seemed to be heavier than expected.

Try wielding it; the sword cuts silently through the grass and trees, no less sharp than an ordinary blade.

Pei Xia was very satisfied. The sword was made of wood but was comparable to metal. Those who were ignorant would think it was something special, while those who were knowledgeable would think it was nothing special. It perfectly met his needs.

As Pei Xia's spiritual power seeped in, the real crimson bloodline on the sword immediately responded, and the demonic marrow vines faded away, revealing the rather ferocious cold gleam of the sword's edge.

"conveniently."

Pei Xia chuckled, and the sword in his hand suddenly flashed, turning into the size of a fine needle: "Some of the effects of the golden needle magic weapon have also been retained."

Pear wasn't initially interested in any powerful magic sword, but when she saw that it could change size, her eyes lit up: "Wow! Quick, let's give it a name!"

Pei Xia has always been rather casual when it comes to choosing names, emphasizing practicality, such as "Hero, have mercy!"

Without even thinking about it, he blurted out, "It's made inside the belly of the Sea Patrol God, so let's call it Sea Patrol."

He temporarily placed the needle-sized patrol sword into the jade, then looked up at the still-burning flames of the weapon-refining array in front of him.

Pear pointed to the last thing still floating in the air: "What do we do with this?"

That was the other of the two long nails, the one that had lost the Frost Iron that had washed away the Silver Sand of the Sea.

While the pure blood array fire was still burning, Pei Xia pondered for a while, then reforged it and turned it into a longsword.

The sword's blade is frosty blue, cool and captivating, and its appearance is excellent.

However, although Frost Iron is a spiritual material, it cannot be forged into a magic weapon on its own; it can only be considered an exceptionally sharp mortal weapon.

"I'll give this to Han Youzhi later. When it's inconvenient to reveal his cultivation level, this will be an excellent disguise," Pei Xia said.

Pear was stunned: "You understand perverts."

Old Han had to sell his magic weapon, which he had carried with him for many years. You bought it back to refine the weapon, and you even gave her the scraps after refining them. Isn't that a kind of thing?
Finally, the flames died down. Pei Xia first thanked An Shenglongchang, then rolled up the refining blanket and put it into the jade.

You know, this carpet is of a very high standard as the core formation of the weapon-refining furnace. And looking at its scale, it was probably originally intended for some major sects to forge top-tier weapon-refining furnaces. It's just that something went wrong and it ended up being drawn on the carpet.

Keep it safe; you might be able to sell it later. If not, you can keep it for Pear to refer to and learn from.

When Pei Xia returned with An Sheng Long Chang after leaving home in the morning, it was already dark for the second time in the world inside her womb.

Because they had gone far enough, the sounds of the weapon forging didn't disturb Han Youzhi. Only Elder Chen Fengcai gave Pei Xia a somewhat amused look. The next day, Pei Xia went to the river to check the water level as usual, and specifically called Han Youzhi along.

Old Han gladly went along.

"That's about it. I feel like we can set off tomorrow."

Pei Xia said, then turned to look at Han Youzhi: "I told you before that you should make more preparations for the trip to Maizhou. How are your preparations going?"

Han Youzhi pouted: "Don't talk like a superior, it's annoying."

After saying that, she honestly raised her left hand and shook the bracelet on her wrist: "How is it?"

Pei Xia, with her keen insight, said, "Oh, I was wondering why. Your aura seemed much fainter today."

The level of the Xuanbao was already quite high. If Pei Xia hadn't been so perceptive and spent so much time with Han Youzhi, she probably would have been deceived as well.

He pressed further, "Where did you come from?"

Old Han was stumped by the question: "Uh... it's an old family heirloom, I just haven't been willing to take it out to wear it usually."

That's a lame excuse. I practically stripped you naked in the underground palace... No, wait, family heirloom, right! What family heirloom did you get? Your whole family is dead, aren't they?

Pei Xia slapped his forehead; he couldn't bring himself to say a single one of those words.

He twirled the longsword in his hand and handed it to Han Youzhi: "Just concealing your aura isn't enough. A chivalrous woman traveling the martial world needs a sword, right?"

When Han Youzhi followed Pei Xia out, she noticed that he was holding a sword, but she didn't ask any questions.

I never expected this would be a gift for myself?
Old Han pointed to his face: "Give it to me?"

"What? You don't want it?"

"Yes, I want it..."

Why are you pushing yourself so hard?

"Well, it seems a little strange that you sent me something."

It wasn't strange in itself, but Old Han's hesitant speech created a subtle atmosphere.

The sword has a sheath, which Pei Xia carved herself yesterday from a piece of ebony. The workmanship is a bit rough, but because it is made from wood from the belly of a tree, it is imbued with spiritual energy, so the material is quite good.

Han Youzhi drew his sword, and upon seeing the chilling blade, he paused slightly in surprise: "Frost Iron?"

Her own magical artifacts were made from this material, so of course they were familiar with it.

Pei Xia did not deny it. He had already prepared an excuse: "I saw it in Elder Chen's room yesterday. He didn't need it, so he gave it to me. It is said to have been left by a cultivator who accidentally entered his stomach."

Han Youzhi did not suspect anything. Frost Iron comes from Frostwind Valley in the Northern Barbarian Cold State and is quite rare. If someone really knew its value, they wouldn't forge it into such a mortal weapon; it would be too wasteful.

After carefully examining her, she sheathed her sword, but for some reason, she didn't want to look at Pei Xia. She glanced left and right, with a sense of unease that even she herself felt unfamiliar with.

"Then, shouldn't I give you a gift in return?"

"Forget it," Pei Xia waved her hand, "You're so poor you've even pawned your pants, haven't you?"

"It's alright, I'll go to the Elder's room later and see if he has any more unwanted trash."

"...You're getting better and better at coming up with ideas."

"So why do you think this is?"

The two looked into each other's eyes, remained silent for a moment, and then, gazing at the rushing river, sighed simultaneously.

(End of this chapter)