"Primordial Sword Skill has reached mastery!" Xu Ping opened his eyes, and an indescribable excitement surged in his heart.
Although he didn’t check the proficiency panel, he was absolutely certain that his Primordial Sword Skill had broken through to mastery.
He raised his sword and struck, the sword light briefly flashing with a fleeting white rainbow, seemingly tearing through the void, carrying boundless sharp energy, turning a sturdy hillock into powder, scattering in the air.
"Is this... the second realm of Sword Dao—Sword Light Like a Rainbow?" Xu Ping was astonished.
But upon closer inspection, he felt it wasn’t quite right.
He had barely touched the edge of Sword Light Like a Rainbow; there was still a long way to go before fully comprehending the second realm of Sword Dao, Sword Light Like a Rainbow.
Nonetheless, even so, the power of his swordsmanship had at least doubled.
Originally, his swordsmanship was powerful; when fully executed, even late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators couldn’t withstand a few of his strikes.
Now the power of his swordsmanship has doubled again.
How many strikes can Foundation Establishment Perfection withstand?
It’s simply unimaginable how strong the power of the swordsmanship would be upon completely comprehending Sword Light Like a Rainbow!
Perhaps, at that time, slicing through Fake Pill cultivators wouldn’t be just a dream.
"Slicing through Fake Pill cultivators!" Xu Ping murmured to himself, his heart brimming with excitement.
Though it is named Fake Pill, it’s not on the same level as Foundation Establishment cultivators; the gap is greater than from Qi Cultivation to Foundation Establishment, entirely a chasm impossible to cross.
At that time, maybe he would barely have some means of self-preservation in Yue Country.
"It’s just... the mana consumption is a bit high." Xu Ping carefully sensed his mana condition, noticing that just the casual two sword strikes had consumed at least one-tenth of his mana.
If he were to exert himself fully, perhaps in just a few sword strikes his mana would be exhausted.
"Sword Light Like a Rainbow undoubtedly deserves to be a Golden Core power, even with such abundant mana as mine, the execution is very strenuous." Xu Ping sighed in his heart.
"However, a breakthrough in swordsmanship is indeed a great joy in life, let’s drink a cup for it!"
Xu Ping, in high spirits, took out the Hundred Flowers Brew. With a thought, a First Rank Upper Grade puppet walked out from the house to pour him a cup of wine.
He picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.
In the blink of an eye, half a year had passed.
Xu Ping had been at Thousand Leaves Mountain for a year now.
On this day, the entire training room was illuminated like a sea of flames by the crimson Spiritual Fire emitted from the Fire Supplying Array, with waves of heat rolling, as if intending to roast everything dry.
However, in the face of this high temperature, Xu Ping’s expression remained unchanged. Utilizing the Spiritual Fire, he began to forge the sword embryo, his expression focused, like a calm ancient well, free from waves.
Heart serene, detached from the material world.
His every movement, every detail was executed with such fluidity and grace, like drifting clouds and flowing water.
As if he had tempered thousands of times, a pleasure to watch. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡✶𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚✶𝙣𝙚𝙩
Not sure how long the forging continued.
The sword sang sharply, clear and echoing like a dragon; a mid-grade Spiritual Sword dazzling with spirit light took shape in the Spiritual Fire.
"The Upper Grade Spiritual Sword, Cyan Dragon Sword, finally finished.
Xu Ping was content and smiled.
Relying on the proficiency panel, Second-stage Body Refining, and his terrifying Divine Sense surpassing the late-stage Foundation Establishment.
He went from knowing nothing about artifact refinement to forging an Upper Grade Spiritual Sword in just half a year.
If other Foundation Establishment cultivators knew this, they would probably call him a monster.
After all, although Foundation Establishment cultivators had the assistance of Divine Sense, granting significant advantage in the myriad arts of immortality.
Becoming proficient in First Rank techniques was easy, but Second-stage challenged talent.
Moreover, every cultivator has limited lifelong energy.
Personal cultivation itself consumes a lot, one must plan for breakthroughs in small realms and the resources for major realms, resulting in most Foundation Establishment cultivators often not possessing even one Second-stage skill.
Duan Shuang was such a cultivator.
Xu Ping held the Cyan Dragon Sword, mana surged, ’buzz’ a sword light several feet long sprang from the sword tip.
Xu Ping nodded in satisfaction; this Upper Grade Spiritual Sword was forged perfectly.
Its quality completely matched those forged by seasoned Second-stage Artifact Refiners.
He swung the Cyan Dragon Sword around, played with it until satisfied, then returned it to the Storage Ring.
However, when he paused to check the Spirit Stone consumption in the Fire Supplying Array, he slightly frowned.
The forging of this Cyan Dragon Sword alone consumed three mid-grade Spirit Stones, equivalent to three hundred lower-grade Spirit Stones.
To know, in the Upper Grade Spiritual Sword tier, this Cyan Dragon Sword could only be considered average, how terrifying the consumption would be when forging Top-grade Magical Artifacts?
Even with Xu Ping’s wealth, it might be difficult to bear.
As for using Foundation Establishment True Flame for forging, perhaps even if his mana was exhausted, he could barely manage a single Upper Grade Spiritual Sword.
"Without Earth Fire, forging Magical Artifacts is truly troublesome; perhaps I should consult Gong Yang?" Xu Ping speculated in his heart.
As he knew, there was no Earth Fire in Little Hui Mountain, yet orders kept flying to the other party, surely they had some special Skill.
Speak of the devil, and he will appear.
Just as Xu Ping planned to find Gong Yang, Gong Yang came to visit, bringing a middle-aged man with a small mustache.
"Fellow Daoist Gong, this fellow Daoist?" Xu Ping courteously invited them into the cave residence.
"This is Zhou Leqi. Zhou Daoist, this is the famous Xu Ping, Fellow Daoist Xu." Gong Yang smilingly introduced the two.
"Fellow Daoist Xu," Zhou Leqi cupped his hands slightly, his expression with a touch of ingratiation.
The other party’s unparalleled swordsmanship and formidable power, along with being a Second-stage Pill Master, far exceeded him in strength, naturally worthy of being flattered.
"Fellow Daoist Zhou," Xu Ping returned the gesture, but inwardly pondered the man’s background.
After some pleasantries, Gong Yang began to explain why they had come to find Xu Ping.