Who gave you permission to refine demons like this?

Although this "Dragon and Tiger Inner Breath Technique" is a Pure Blood Realm technique, it only addresses the requirements for formally beginning cultivation.

Before formal cultivation, he also has a separate cultivation method for cultivators who have not yet entered the realm, a set of "Dragon Walking and Tiger Steps" footwork.

It serves both as a preparatory exercise for body tempering and as a necessity for subsequent formal cultivation.

Lin Sheng clicked his tongue: "No wonder Senior Brother said we can start practicing now."

He began to channel his profound energy into the acupoints of his limbs, following the key points of the technique, and started practicing his footwork.

Before long, he felt his thighs were sore and weak, and then his body began to tremble.

After persisting for a while, he felt the discomfort in his body and stopped.

"Okay, okay, okay."

After saying "good" three times in a row, Lin Sheng gave his evaluation of this technique.

"Even though my body is injured, my strength is already close to the Pure Blood Realm, but I didn't expect that it would be so difficult to cultivate a technique that I haven't even entered the realm yet."

"As expected of a Daoist cultivation method."

He began to calm down and regulate his breathing, trying to regain his composure.

Suddenly there was a knock on his door, and Lin Sheng got up to open it.

Unexpectedly, the person who came was Wan Sha. He was wearing the clothes of the camp and looked quite well.

"Fellow Daoist Wan, has Fellow Daoist Wang Heng given you permission to descend to the ground?"

He was somewhat surprised, after all, the last time he visited Wan Sha and the others, they were still painfully drinking medicine, and he didn't expect them to recover so quickly.

"Ah...yes, that's right."

Wan Sha nodded, not daring to admit that she had actually insisted on ending her treatment early.

He could recover from the remaining problems himself through his cultivation techniques; he simply couldn't stand Wang Heng's disgusting medicine anymore.

"Then, Fellow Daoist Wan, is there anything I can help you with?"

"No, I met someone at the entrance of the camp who asked me to deliver a message to you."

"Who is it?"

"Hmm... a burly man, drenched in sweat, hurriedly left after giving his instructions."

Lin Sheng thought for a long time but couldn't recall knowing any of the burly men until he heard Wan Sha's message and suddenly remembered.

"So they're from Tang Wenlong's blacksmith shop!"

Tang Wenlong sent people to find him for only one purpose: his sword was finished.

Lin Sheng's heart skipped a beat with excitement: "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Wan!"

Then he hurriedly packed his things and left the lodging.

Lin Sheng has been recuperating recently, so he can leave early as long as he finishes his business. Wu Rang and the others understand and support this.

Lin Sheng hurried to Tang Wenlong's blacksmith's house. Although only a month had passed, it felt like an eternity.

He knocked on the door, and the person who opened it saw that it was Lin Sheng and immediately invited him in, leading him to Tang Wenlong's courtyard.

"Mr. Tang, I'm here," Lin Sheng called out to the closed room in front of him.

call out!

A flash of cold light shot out from the house, shattering the door.

He immediately retreated several steps, and the next moment, the cold light fell straight to the ground, penetrating several inches.

He saw the cold glint clearly; it was a long sword shaped like a goose-wing blade. The hilt and the blade gleamed coldly in the sunlight, the edge was sharp, and the whole sword had a blend of crystalline and metallic feel.

Beautiful, but dangerous!

This was Lin Sheng's first reaction.

Just as he was about to step forward, he heard Tang Wenlong's loud laughter coming from inside the house.

"Not bad, not bad. Su Ren said you were seriously injured. I thought you couldn't lift this knife anymore."

Tang Wenlong walked out of the house, crossed his arms, and said, "If you really can't lift this knife, I don't want to give it to you."

"It took a little extra time, but I also really like this knife."

Lin Sheng stepped forward and carefully examined the slender blade and sharp edge. His heart burned with desire, and he directly grasped the hilt and drew the sword in one swift motion.

"It's a bit heavy."

He swung his knife, producing a clear whooshing sound.

"It's okay that he's a little heavier. You'll keep growing, so I made sure he was a bit heavier."

Lin Sheng nodded; he couldn't find any problem.

So he said, "Great, absolutely great!"

Tang Wenlong laughed, picked up a piece of iron from the ground with his bare hands, and threw it in front of Lin Sheng, making a loud thud.

"Come on, give it a try."

"good!"

Lin Sheng held the knife, exerted force in his arm, and slashed out in the blink of an eye.

With a loud thud, the iron block split in two.

"I didn't feel any obstacles at all," Lin Sheng muttered to himself.

"Of course, a knife I forge myself would be no different, especially one made with such fine materials."

As he spoke, he pulled a porcelain bottle from his pocket, which emitted a putrid smell when opened.

Before Lin Sheng could react, Tang Wenlong had already dumped him onto the knife.

A large amount of black liquid covered the knife.

My heart skipped a beat, like when a brand new phone is dropped on the ground.

"Mr. Tang! What are you doing!"

He immediately began to swing the knife around, and the black liquid that fell to the ground made a sizzling sound, eroding the ground and creating pits.

Seeing this, Lin Sheng shook the object even harder, trying to get rid of it.

Seeing the other person's panicked look, Tang Wenlong laughed and tossed him a cloth: "Don't panic, wipe it clean and take a look."

Picking up the cloth, Lin Sheng hurriedly wiped his knife repeatedly.

After wiping it clean, Lin Sheng looked surprised as he gazed at the smooth, reflective blade.

The knife was completely unharmed!

Looking at the cloth in my hand again, it was undamaged except for the black stains.

"Don't even think about it. This cloth is made of a special material, so it won't corrode."

"As for this knife, it's even more special."

Tang Wenlong took the cloth from Lin Sheng's hand and explained.

"This knife was forged as a magical artifact, so it naturally has some special characteristics, just like Cao Xingyi's spear has the ability to change."

"The special feature of your knife is 'high resistance'."

"Resist forcefully?" Lin Sheng asked, puzzled.

Pointing to the knife in Lin Sheng's hand, he said, "This knife is made of crystal from the Vajra of the Crystal Mountain. You know the Vajra of the Crystal Mountain; it has outstanding defense and strong resistance to many spells, weapons, and energies thanks to the crystals in its body."

"Therefore, your magical artifact also possesses these characteristics: it is sharp, hard, and not easily corroded."

"If nothing unexpected happens, I estimate that you can use this knife until you reach the Jade Life Realm."

Lin Sheng held the knife up to his face, his mind replaying Tang Wenlong's words.

He knew he had acquired a top-quality weapon.

Seeing that the other party was satisfied, Tang Wenlong was also relieved. He took out a scabbard and handed it to Lin Sheng: "This is also something I made for you. Consider it a bonus. Remember to take good care of it."

Lin Sheng took the knife and sheathed it. It was incredibly smooth, and he could clearly feel the knife fitting snugly as he sheathed it, clearly indicating that it was not an ordinary scabbard.

He bowed respectfully and said, "Thank you, Mr. Tang!"

"No need to thank me, I should be thanking you."

Looking up, Lin Sheng asked in confusion, "Thank me?"

"Yes, thanks to you, I know that there is actually a Vajra of the Crystal Mountain on Mount Wuzhi."

"In a while, I'll have to test that beast's methods. If I can kill it, I'll get huge chunks of glass crystal."

Lin Sheng was surprised; he finally understood why Tang Wenlong had been so excited back then.

It turns out they found a treasure.

"By the way, what name are you going to give this knife?" Tang Wenlong asked.

"I've got an idea! Let's call it 'Hunting Blade'!"