The martial world was rife with exaggerations.
She had met many supposedly divine experts, only to find them unimpressive, hence wanting to see Ning Changge for herself.
Having witnessed the Heaven-Man Tomb by day and now the spiritual beams by night, she was more than half convinced.
Zhu Wushi gravely replied:
“Even the rumors don’t capture the true extent of the young true immortal’s terror. Only by witnessing him firsthand can one appreciate the intricacies.”
Princess Yunluo grew more eager.
“Perhaps someone will challenge Wudang someday, and that might give you a chance to see the young true immortal in action.”
With that, he focused on the two beams, trying to decipher more mysteries.
Powerhouses like Zhu Wushi weren’t few among those lingering at Wudang, all marveling at the beams, the skilled among them recognizing the spiritual swords turning within.
Only the Wudang Seven Heroes knew the origin of these swords.
Song Yuanqiao beamed with satisfaction:
“It seems Little Martial Brother successfully forged the spiritual swords from the dragon-slaying sabre’s remnants, making our efforts worthwhile.”
“We, too, must diligently cultivate, lest we hold Little Martial Brother back in the future.”
The Wudang Seven Heroes laughed heartily.
Yet inwardly, they agreed with Mo Shenggu.
While they could collectively match a Heaven-Man, only by single-handedly dueling one could they truly claim mastery.
The beams persisted for a joss-stick’s duration before slowly dissipating.
Regretfully, everyone withdrew their gaze, longing for a closer look inside the Sutra Pavilion.
Ning Changge beamed at the two spiritual swords floating before him.
When the swords formed, he sensed an opportunity and used the astral and lunar light to temper them further, creating the scene with beams.
Now, closely inspecting the two swords.
His satisfaction grew.
Each sword was about four feet long and three fingers wide, akin to the Chi Xiao Sword’s dimensions. In fact, Ning Changge had used Chi Xiao as a template, differing only in attributes.
One sword was entirely golden, its brilliance dazzling, its edge indeterminate, sharper than both Chi Xiao and the other sword;
The other was green, jade-like, more reserved, its green glow forming sword radiance, nurturing potent life force, remarkably unique.
“You shall be the Golden Sharp Sword.”
“And you, the Green Yuan Sword.”
With those words, spiritual power flowed, inscribing the names on the swords, Golden Sharp and Green Yuan.
The swords hummed, laced with spirituality, their radiance and sword intent becoming more pronounced.
But for Ning Changge’s suppression, the swords’ completion would have triggered a ten-thousand swords’ resonance, even more violently than Chi Xiao.
Given the late hour, restraint prevailed.
Ning Changge chuckled.
Spitting out the Chi Xiao Sword, he watched the three swords spin together, one red, one gold, one green, harmoniously mystical, hinting at a bond, yet incomplete.
“Three of the Five Elemental Swords are here, with water and earth swords lacking. Only when they form, will the Five Elemental Sword Formation become invincible!”
Anticipation flickered in his eyes.
According to his design.
Combining the Five Elemental Swords with his Five Elemental Divine Sword Qi would maximize their power, each sword’s corresponding blade aura significantly amplifying strikes.
That day atop Celestial Pillar Peak.
If Ning Changge had used the Chi Xiao Sword with Dry Fire Vermilion Bird Sword Qi, Ding Peng wouldn’t have had a chance to draw his blade.
“Now with three spiritual swords, I must comprehend the sword qi of the golden sword!”
Ning Changge made up his mind.
He stowed the other two swords in his Dantian for spiritual nourishment, keeping the Golden Sharp Sword before him, diving into its essence.
A mere opportunity was all Ning Changge needed.
The Golden Sharp Sword was that opportunity.