Chapter Ninety-two Refining Again

  Although the emotions between the two people had been warming up, they were both very rational and clear about what was needed now. Wen Xiang rested for just over an hour before forcing himself to start meditating and adjusting his inner breath. After Su Tang fed Wen Xiang a Five-Petal Gathering Top Pill, he quietly retreated.

  Deeply adjust the inner breath, and there are certain requirements for the external environment. It is necessary to maintain calmness and stability, and no other life breath can exist around, otherwise it will interfere with one's own mind, so there is a term called "closed door".

  Su Tang personally witnessed how powerful the Life and Death Decision was. Wen Xiang had only sat quietly for two days and one night, and the wound on her calf had already healed, and she could even walk with difficulty. In fact, Su Tang still underestimated the power of the Life and Death Decision. When Wen Xiang entered the realm of the Grandmaster, she suffered a sudden attack, and her internal injuries were extremely severe. If the Life and Death Decision could be operated freely, some minor external wounds would not be a problem for her at all. The Hu family's warriors would also have no chance of catching her.

  After resting for a night, after eating in the morning, Wen Xiang began to meditate again. This time she woke up at dusk. Her movements were no different from those of ordinary people, but she still couldn't move her spiritual power freely, that is to say, she still couldn't participate in battles.

  Jianwen Xiang no longer needs his meticulous care, Su Tang begins to consider his own problems, now is the time to refine and purify the Da Zheng sword!

  Originally wanted to return to Red Leaf City first, to give Xiǎo Rú an explanation, because after refining, the Dàzhèng Sword will completely disappear, although it has already acknowledged its master, but the sword is someone else's after all.

  But they are now in a very dangerous situation and can no longer hesitate.

  Su Tang told Xun Xiang his thoughts truthfully, and when Xun Xiang heard that Su Tang had the ability to refine spiritual artifacts, she was extremely shocked. In fact, she had been paying attention to the Taizhen Sword for a long time, and with her discerning eye, she could naturally see that the Taizhen Sword was extraordinary. That girl named Xi Xiao Ru casually gave the Taizhen Sword to Su Tang? It didn't make sense, absolutely didn't make sense!

  She was somewhat resentful when she smelled the fragrance, but she was very clever and hid her emotions, maintaining an attitude of seeing but not seeing towards Dazheng's sword, as if she had never heard of Xi Xiaoju.

  As for Su Tang's decision, Wen Xiang was in favor of it with both hands up. The Taizhong sword is quite special and might be a token of love. It's good that it disappeared.

  Su Tang casually built a shed with some branches in the woods and sat inside to adjust his breath. From this point, it can be seen that his ability to control his mind is far above Wen Xiang's, because he has no such worries and will not be easily disturbed by external factors.

  Of course, he cannot be attacked when entering a state of meditation, otherwise he will suffer extremely severe internal injuries.

  To prevent the phenomenon of spiritual power exhaustion, Su Tang took three Five-Petal Gathering Peak Pills in a row and then activated the refining program.

  Wen Xiang watched from afar as the large, upright sword floated in front of Su Tang, its body trembling slightly and emitting a faint humming noise. White mist emerged from the sword and entered Su Tang's body with each breath he took.

  For Su Tang, refining the Daheng Sword was completely different from before. The broken sword, mask, and Night Wailing Bow all had very little spiritual energy within them, whereas the Daheng Sword didn't know how many generations of strong cultivators it had been tempered by, its spiritual energy was as majestic as a mountain range, as vast as an ocean.

  And he is just a small grass, a grain of sandstone. Once the irreversible program starts, it means that the mountain will come crashing down and the sea will surge in overwhelmingly.

  There were only two paths laid out before Su Tang: either to swallow the mountains and rivers whole, or to be crushed by them.

  Xiang was very worried and kept coming out to check on Su Tang. On the first day, Su Tang didn't have any reaction, but on the second day, his nostrils, eye corners, and earholes all oozed out black blood threads, making Xiang even more anxious. She didn't understand what this phenomenon was, and she didn't dare wake up Su Tang.

  On the third day, Xiaobian suddenly flew into the room and told Wenxiang that his mother had become very smelly. Wenxiang hurriedly ran out and found that Sutang's body was covered in black sweat stains, and his martial arts uniform had turned into a zebra-striped one.

  Scented and suddenly enlightened, his heart was both shocked and delighted. If he wasn't mistaken, that should be the Tempering Body Realm. However, Tempering Body could only occur when a Sect Master had stepped into the Great Sect Master realm before, but Su Tang obviously hadn't broken through the bottleneck, so how could he possibly enter the Tempering Body Realm?

  On the fourth day, the black sweat stains on Su Tang's body grew more and more numerous, finally covering him like countless layers of mud, emitting a foul odor that was almost as potent as the stench of rotting flesh, so much so that even Xiao Bu Dian, who had deep feelings for Su Tang, did not dare to approach him.

  On the fifth day, the Dazheng sword that had always been floating in front of Su Tang was now only a vague outline, clearly the refinement was nearing its end. Wen Xiang knew that the closer to the end, the more critical it was, she didn't dare sleep in her room, during the day she sat by the stream, at night she also slept by the stream, she wanted to be able to see Su Tang as soon as she opened her eyes, only then could she feel at ease.

  On the sixth day at noon, the Taizong Sword finally disappeared, and the shockwave that had been lingering around also dissipated. Xiang walked past the creek, walking to a place more than 20 meters away from Su Tang, watching quietly.

  It wasn't until more than two hours had passed that Su Tang slowly opened his eyes, saw Wen Xiang, and asked in a dry, hoarse voice: "How many days...?"

  "Six days." Wen Xiang said softly.

  Su Tang fell on his back, but his legs still maintained a cross-legged sitting posture, looking very comical.

  In stark contrast to the surging spiritual power within his body and the brilliant light in his mind that could sweep across heaven and earth, his willpower and physical strength had been exhausted. Every minute and every second, he had to endure endless pressure, propping himself up for six whole days. The suffering and torment he experienced were beyond words.

  Su Tang only then realized that alchemy was so dangerous, it was either life or death, with no other choice.

  She hurriedly rushed over, stretched out her hand to support Su Tang, and as a result, both hands were covered with black sweat stains. It was strange that she was originally extremely clean, but at this moment, she didn't feel any discomfort, as if she couldn't smell the stench at all. She gently and tenderly picked up Su Tang and walked slowly towards the creek.

  Put Su Tang in the creek water, slowly undoing Su Tang's clothes. She bit her lip, revenge can bring pleasure, you also have today?

  When he undid Su Tang's pants, he hesitated for a moment at the scent, then continued to move his hands, and in the blink of an eye, Su Tang was stripped bare.

  She scooped up some clean water from the stream with her hands and wiped off the dirt on Su Tang's body, but Su Tang had long been asleep, unaware of anything.

  She hummed a tune, and Su Tang lay there like a dead fish, letting her manipulate him. She used her fingers to tickle his armpits, but Su Tang didn't react, which greatly reduced the sense of accomplishment.

  After a long time, she finally got Su Tang clean and fragrant, picked him up in her arms, and walked slowly towards the cave. These past few days, she hadn't been idle either, plus she could take the Wuhua Juting Dan like eating sugar beans without restraint, her injuries had already recovered to about 70-80%. Even if Su Tang's weight increased tenfold, it would still be very light for her.

  Put Su Tang on the bed, cover her with a sheet, gaze silently for a moment, smell the fragrance, bend down and kiss Su Tang's forehead, her face slightly red, turn around, lower her head and walk out.

  At dusk, Su Tang woke up. He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling for a moment before slightly moving his body. He discovered that there was an explosive power flowing through his body, as if anything he touched would shatter completely with just a lift of his hand or a kick of his foot.

  Observing his own brain domain again, the three large spirits that emitted light had already left the main array and formed their own system, spinning around each other.

  Ling Po: Night Crying Bow, 9th rank.

  Soul: Mask, First Class.

  Perfect Spirit: Taisho's Sword, First Class.

  The first Ling Bo was Ye Ku Gong, he had already refined Ye Ku Gong to the third level in the training of Yun Shui Ze, and now Ye Ku Gong had reached the ninth level, refining Da Zheng Zhi Jian, which instantly increased Ye Ku Gong's level by six.

  The second soul was a mask, Su Tang was stunned, he wouldn't remember wrong, the original soul of the mask had a prefix before, a defective soul! It had reached level 9 early on, but now the prefix has disappeared and the level has become level 1. Could it be... that he can upgrade the original soul's rank through the process of refining spiritual equipment?!

  It doesn't seem that simple, at least, he felt that Night Crying Bow couldn't be upgraded anymore, the 9th level of spiritual soul was the peak of Night Crying Bow.

  The third spirit is the Taizy Sword, a perfect spirit... What does this mean again?

  Su Tang sat up slowly after a long while, got out of bed and walked outside. After taking several steps, he felt something was off and returned to grab the sheet, wrapping it around his waist.

  By the small stream in front of the cave, Wen Xiang sat on a stone wearing thin clothes, washing clothes. Su Tang's clothes were dirty beyond recognition, and her own clothes had also been stained with dirt from holding Su Tang, so they needed to be washed too.

  Xiao Bu Dian sat on Wen Xiang's shoulder, proudly talking about his own achievements.

  "Mom is so silly, I can pull out the plug of the wine pouch by myself, hehe... She has no idea that I secretly drank a lot last time!"

  "If you can steal wine to drink, why ask mom for it?" Wen Xiang said with a smile while washing clothes.

  "That's different, I know I was wrong." Xiaobu shook his head, looking very serious: "Mom said that because I'm still young, so I need to cultivate my self-control as soon as possible. So, if Mom gives it to me, I'll drink it; if Mom doesn't give it to me, then I'll just endure it."

  "Didn't you admit your mistake to mom?" Xiang asked.

  "I'd rather not. If mom finds out I've been sneaking drinks, she'll definitely be heartbroken." Xiaobu paused for a moment before adding: "I'm most afraid of hurting mom..."

  Su Tang's expression was somewhat dazed, before leaving Xiao Linbao, he wanted this kind of life, right? Having his own wife, having his own children, chatting and laughing, enjoying the joy of family, unfortunately, as his horizons expanded, that kind of life seemed to be gradually drifting away.

  "Hehe... Wait till your mom wakes up, I'll tell her." Xiangxiang smiled.

  "Oh no...... you're so bad!" Xiaobudian immediately panicked: "You're even worse than that bad woman Zheng Xiao! I won't care about you anymore..."