The Blade-Wielding Legend
Chapter 286 - 190 - A Slash to Sever the Mortal World_2

Chapter 286: Chapter 190 - A Slash to Sever the Mortal World_2

"To be honest, I also encountered it before and lasted two breaths. Mr. Li, how long did you last?"

Li Yan was stunned, "Well... I lasted three breaths."

"Incredible!"

Yu Fengzi smiled and praised, "Mr. Li truly has extraordinary potential."

This one sentence left Li Yan feeling nervous inside.

It turned out this thing couldn’t be resisted, one just needed to let go and absorb it.

Last night, battling against it with the Daluo Dharma Body, he feared he had lasted for almost an hour. Could that cause any problems...

"Such good fortune?"

Sha Lifei beside him listened in astonishment, his eyes full of envy, "This blessing is simply enviable. Brother Yan, quickly give it a try!"

With that, he drew the long blade from his waist and tossed it over.

The weapon Li Yan had been using recently was Yao San’s, but it had been taken away for smelting, so he naturally didn’t have it with him.

He caught Sha Lifei’s long blade, swung it twice in his hand, but his brow furrowed more and more tightly, "I don’t feel anything..."

"Hahaha!"

Yu Fengzi shook his head and laughed, "How could it be that quick? Mr. Li, you just need to practice the blade regularly, and you will gradually feel it."

"Alright then."

Li Yan put away the blade and stopped worrying.

If what Yu Fengzi said was true, it would indeed be a blessing.

After all, mastering the blade technique requires not just practice but repeated battle experience.

Right now, his blade technique had long been at a bottleneck and was hard to break through, so even a small improvement would be worth it.

With the building complete, everyone had nothing to do for the time being, so they stayed at Wangxian Temple, wandering around during their leisure time, waiting for the weapons to be forged.

Li Yan wanted to watch the process but was directly stopped by Yu Fengzi, who said that the elder disliked being watched while working.

If someone disturbed him, it would provoke his wrath, and if the blade got ruined, that would be unfortunate.

Wang Daoxuan, on the other hand, wasn’t idle, seeking advice from Yu Fengzi and others, purchasing top-quality magic artifact red ropes, and crafting a money sword from his newly acquired coins.

Unknowingly, several days passed.

By then, it was past the New Year. As a muffled thunder sounded in the sky, a light rain started to fall, causing the snow on the peak of Hua Mountain to melt.

The torrents pouring down formed quite a significant mountain flood, making the roads leading down the mountain a mess.

Li Yan and Sha Lifei made a point of checking it out, and fortunately, they hadn’t bought much. If they had large boxes like others, it might have been a problem to get down the mountain.

Meanwhile, he also noticed something off about the atmosphere on the mountain.

Yu Fengzi had lost his usual smile, the Taoists coming and going were solemn, and Chunyang Palace was filled with nonstop incense and ringing bells, seemingly holding some sort of blessing ritual.

Li Yan finally couldn’t help but ask.

Yu Fengzi didn’t conceal it, looking sad and speaking in a low voice, "Our Hua Mountain Chunyang Palace abbot has suddenly fallen seriously ill and is probably... about to turn to immortality."

With this happening, Li Yan naturally didn’t dare to say much more.

Under this atmosphere, others were busy preparing for the aftermath, and they felt increasingly uncomfortable staying on the mountain, almost as if they were intruders.

Fortunately, the next day, news arrived that the treasured blade was finished.

Yu Fengzi was occupied with other matters, so Li Yan went alone.

When he reached the mountain hollow, it too had been washed by the flood.

Hua Mountain, being a solid rock with minimal loose soil, still had clear pool water, but the ground had been scoured into muddy paths.

Could something have gone wrong with the forging?

Li Yan’s heart sank at the sight.

"What are you standing there for? Come in quickly!"

At that moment, an elderly voice sounded from inside the house.

Li Yan hurriedly entered the thatched hut to find the elder still sitting cross-legged on the clay bed, with dim candlelight beside him, obscuring his features.

Seeing Li Yan enter, the elder didn’t say much, pulling out a long blade from the bed with a sharp clang.

Li Yan felt a flash of white light before his eyes, then an intense aura rushed straight to his forehead.

He sniffed, somewhat taken aback; it was the scent from when the blade was drawn, filled with a menacing, murderous aura.

The initial formation of the magic artifact made him feel threatened just by its presence and scent. It was definitely unusual!

Looking at the blade again, its appearance had changed. It wasn’t the Guan Mountain Blade he usually used but resembled a Tang Crossed Blade.

The center of the blade was yellow, clearly forged from Shou Mountain copper gold, with dragon patterns faintly visible. Surrounding it was a bright cold glint, likely crafted from Yao San’s meteorite Hundred Refinement Blade.

He wondered what methods the elder had used to imbue this item with the aura of Shou Mountain’s copper essence.

The elder gently pinched a sword mantra, brushing two fingers across the blade, making it hum with a thunderous sound.

The elder nodded slightly, "With Shou Mountain’s copper essence as its core and Hundred Refinement fine steel as its edge, this blade is heavy with a killing aura, fitting your hand. After much thought, I’ve made slight alterations."

With that, he flipped his wrist to reveal the handle.

The handle was crafted from Black Rosewood, with the twelve Primordial Spirits copper coins Li Yan had bought with a lot of money embedded on it.

Six on each side, arranged according to the twelve Earthly Branches.

The elder said in a deep voice, "Seeing that you wield the Thunder Technique, making this into a blade tassel would be a waste, so I embedded them into the blade instead."

"This Lifebound Primordial Spirit Coin can store Astral Bane energy; you can store the Thunder Technique in it and release it with a mantra during combat."

"It strikes unpreparedly, harming their mind and soul, making it a lethal weapon."

He continued speaking, pulling out a blade tassel.

The Three Talents Demon Suppression Coin had also been transformed.

Initially, the Three Talents Demon Suppression Coin Blade Tassel was woven by Manager Wan using rhinoceros leather, but now it had been dismantled and reconnected with dragon-shaped clasps crafted from Shou Mountain copper essence.

The elder said in a serious tone, "The Three Talents Demon Suppression Coin was originally refined by Yang Yi to suppress the magic blade. All crafting techniques hide its brilliance; this is the true use."

"If you could find the other hundred and eight coins, you could forge them into a money whip that can bind demons and expel evil without fail!"

"The method for connecting them, I have already written down. You can find any Mystical Sect craftsman to connect it according to the instruction."

He then asked meaningfully, "Are you ready to receive the blade?"

Li Yan was taken aback but then bowed solemnly.

"Junior is ready!"

The elder nodded, tossing the blade towards him.

However, it came spinning with the blade edge toward his forehead.

Li Yan was startled, the hair on the back of his neck standing on end, though luckily the elder bore no ill intent, and the blade moved slowly.

He sidestepped and caught it, grasping the handle directly.

The moment he held the blade, an aura of murderous intent shot straight to his forehead.

Li Yan felt a temporary dizziness as if he saw an old Taoist in white robes, filled with a killer’s aura, rushing toward him through the misty rain outside.

The fierce sword intent in the opponent’s eyes and the terrifying pressure rendered his mind blank, prompting him to swing the blade instinctively.

Meanwhile, a change occurred within his Storing God.

He felt a surge of Geng Metal energy from the pavilion, merging with the blade’s intent in a frosty and murderous display.

With a slash, it seemed he had struck something.

"Who’s sneaking an attack?"

He furrowed his brow and came back to his senses.

"What happened?"

The elder on the bed asked indifferently.

Li Yan, with a wary expression, glanced around but saw no one, confusedly saying, "It seemed like something was attacking."

The elder responded coolly, "This blade bears an intense murderous intent, one which you can’t endure, causing the illusion. Your Dao is quite lacking."

"Yes, indeed, I am only a beginner," Li Yan admitted candidly.

He looked at the treasured blade in his hand and liked it more and more.

The elder on the bed spoke again, "A blade cannot be nameless. Name it."

Li Yan nodded slightly, pondering, "This blade contains the twelve Primordial Spirit coins, how about naming it the Twelve Primordial Spirit Blade?"

"Not good." The elder shook his head slightly.

"It can hold the Thunder Technique, so how about the Zi Wu Thunder Blade?"

"Vulgar, too tacky!"

The elder snorted, looking displeased.

Li Yan immediately understood, putting the blade back in its sheath and bowing, "I request the elder to grant it a name."

Only then was the elder satisfied, nodding, "Call it... Duan Chen."

Duan Chen? What kind of name is that...

Li Yan mocked inwardly but nodded in agreement.

After all, what the blade was called didn’t matter to him as long as it was powerful.

"Go on, go on."

The elder seemed somewhat fatigued, uninterested in speaking, "Once you leave, don’t tell anyone you met me."

"Yes, elder."

Li Yan understood that the elder’s identity was undoubtedly secretive.

But that was a world he couldn’t reach for now, so he said no more, waving goodbye as he left.

Watching Li Yan’s figure disappear into the drizzle, the elder remained silent for a long time before looking toward Chunyang Palace, eyes filled with sorrow.

"Old friend, farewell..."