kvmb Chapter 220 The Magic Weapon Finally Achieved Perfection
Chapter 220 The Magic Weapon Finally Achieved Perfection
"Isn't it a bit presumptuous for a master to visit so late at night?" Zhuang Yu asked in a deep voice, gripping the hilt of his longsword even tighter.
The night outside the cave was as dark as ink, and the mountain wind howled past, bringing a chill and adding a sense of inexplicable unease.
The old man remained smiling, unaffected by Zhuang Yu's tone. "Hehe, young man, don't be nervous. I mean no harm." He paused, his gaze returning to the longsword in Zhuang Yu's hand, his eyes gleaming. "However, this sword... is not yet finished."
Zhuang Yu's doubts deepened. How did this old man know that the sword in his hand was not yet finished?
However, he did not reveal his true feelings, but simply said, "Master has good eyesight. May I ask what guidance you have?" The old man stroked his beard and smiled, "I dare not presume to offer guidance, but I am somewhat knowledgeable in the art of weapon crafting, and perhaps I can lend you a hand."
After a moment's hesitation, Zhuang Yu finally decided to open the cave door.
The old man slowly walked into the cave, his cane tapping the ground with a dull thud that was particularly clear in the silent cave.
As the old man entered, the atmosphere inside the cave changed. The originally relaxed atmosphere became heavy, and an invisible pressure enveloped Zhuang Yu's heart.
The old man looked around, his gaze finally settling on the longsword in Zhuang Yu's hand. He spoke slowly, his voice low and hoarse: "This sword was forged using a special method, not something that can be done by ordinary means. Young friend, you have only completed the initial forging. If you want to unleash its full power, you still need to take the final step."
Zhuang Yu felt a chill run down his spine; this old man was indeed well-versed in the art of weapon crafting.
He hurriedly asked, "Please enlighten me, Master." The old man's expression turned solemn, and he said in a deep voice, "This final step is called 'Heavenly Tribulation Tempering,' which requires the power of heavenly tribulation to cleanse the sword body in order to create a true treasure. However, this method is extremely dangerous. If you are not careful, you will fail at the last moment, or even..." The old man did not continue, but the meaning behind his words was self-evident.
Zhuang Yu felt immense pressure. He knew he had to succeed. This sword was his reliance for fighting powerful enemies in the future, and it was also the key to whether he could survive in this perilous world of cultivation.
He took a deep breath and said in a solemn voice, "Master, please begin." The old man nodded, a hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes. He slowly raised his cane and pointed it towards the top of the cave, "When the heavenly tribulation descends..."
Zhuang Yu held his breath and, following the instructions of the master craftsman, dripped a drop of his blood essence into the sword.
The moment the essence blood merged into the sword, the originally dull sword burst forth with a dazzling light, like the rising sun illuminating the entire cave.
The spiritual energy around the sword surged wildly, forming a huge vortex that emitted a buzzing sound, as if it were cheering and jumping for joy.
Zhuang Yu could feel the longsword in his hand trembling slightly, a powerful force surging within the blade as if it were about to burst forth.
He carefully controlled this power, following the secret method taught by the master, gradually infusing the spiritual energy into the sword.
As spiritual energy was infused, the light emanating from the sword grew ever brighter, and the surrounding temperature gradually rose. Fine beads of sweat appeared on Zhuang Yu's forehead, but he dared not slacken his efforts in the slightest.
With a loud "Boom!", the cave's defensive formation was shattered by a powerful force, and the Black Fiend Ancestor, along with Ghost Three and Ghost Four, broke in once again.
"Boy, obediently hand over the magic weapon, and I might spare your life!" The Black Fiend Ancestor's chilling voice echoed in the cave.
Zhuang Yu's gaze sharpened, and he snorted coldly: "If you want my magic weapon, let's see if you have the ability!"
The longsword in his hand shone brightly, and a sharp sword aura rushed straight towards the Black Fiend Ancestor.
"A mere trick!" Old Ancestor Black Fiend sneered disdainfully, raised his hand and waved, sending a black aura meeting the sword energy.
"boom!"
The two forces collided, producing a deafening roar that shook the stone walls inside the cave.
Ghost Three and Ghost Four also attacked Zhuang Yu at the same time.
Zhuang Yu and the magic weapon crafting master stood back to back, joining forces to resist the attacks of the three.
Inside the cave, light flashed, sword energy crisscrossed, and shouts of battle shook the heavens, as a fierce battle unfolded.
While fending off Gui San's attacks, the master craftsman said to Zhuang Yu, "Kid, hold on! This heavenly tribulation is about to descend; you must persevere!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the sky above the cave suddenly turned gloomy, with dark clouds gathering and lightning flashing and thunder roaring.
"Not good! The Heavenly Tribulation is coming!" Old Ancestor Black Fiend's expression changed drastically.
Just then, the master craftsman suddenly pulled out a piece of material that shimmered with a strange light from his robes...
With a flick of his sleeve, the master craftsman of magical artifacts produced a crystal that shimmered with a deep blue light.
This crystal is neither gold nor jade; it feels warm and smooth to the touch and radiates a heart-stirring energy.
He muttered incantations, his fingertips releasing spiritual energy as he slowly infused the crystal into the longsword in Zhuang Yu's hand.
A deep blue light instantly spread across the entire sword, swallowing up the original brilliant golden light. The sword emitted a series of low hums, as if an ancient beast was about to awaken.
An overwhelmingly powerful force surged from the sword, and Zhuang Yu felt a numbness in his hand, almost losing his grip on the sword.
"This is... Xuanming Heavenly Crystal!" Old Ancestor Black Fiend exclaimed, his eyes filled with greed. "This is an unparalleled material for refining defensive treasures! This kid actually has such an opportunity!"
Before he finished speaking, the longsword in Zhuang Yu's hand suddenly shone brightly, transforming into a dark blue lightning bolt that shot straight toward the Black Fiend Ancestor.
Caught off guard, the Black Fiend Ancestor hastily summoned a black shield to defend himself.
With a deafening roar, the black shield shattered instantly, turning into dust.
The dark blue sword energy continued its momentum, striking the Black Fiend Ancestor squarely in the chest.
Black Fiend Ancestor let out a muffled groan and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground and spitting out blood.
Ghost Three and Ghost Four were shocked to see this and quickly stepped forward to help Black Fiend Ancestor up.
"Ancestor, are you alright?" Gui San asked in alarm.
The Black Fiend Ancestor was pale, his breathing was disordered, and his eyes were filled with horror.
He never expected that the sword in this kid's hand would be so terrifying, severely injuring him with just one strike.
"Go!" Old Ancestor Black Fiend said through gritted teeth, enduring the excruciating pain.
He knew that things were beyond saving, and staying any longer would only bring him further humiliation.
Ghost Three and Ghost Four dared not hesitate, and hurriedly helped up the Black Fiend Ancestor and fled in a sorry state.
Zhuang Yu watched the three figures flee without giving chase.
The longsword in his hand continued to hum, its eerie blue light flickering as if yearning for battle.
Zhuang Yu took a deep breath, slowly sheathed his longsword, and felt the powerful force contained within the blade, a slight smile appearing on his lips.
"It's done!" Zhuang Yu thought to himself.
He knew that the sword had achieved its intended effect and was sufficient to help him withstand the impending heavenly tribulation.
He looked up at the sky, where dark clouds rolled, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and a suffocating pressure enveloped the entire cave.
"Come on!" Zhuang Yu raised his longsword high and said loudly, "Let me see just how terrifying this heavenly tribulation really is!"
The master craftsman looked at Zhuang Yu, paused, and added, "Remember, don't let this old man's painstaking efforts go to waste..."
The inky sky was torn apart, and thick bolts of purple lightning roared down like raging dragons, carrying a world-destroying force as they slammed into Zhuang Yu.
The wind howled, sand and stones flew, and the entire mountain trembled as if it would collapse at any moment.
The air was thick with the smell of burning, and a suffocating pressure enveloped everything.
Zhuang Yu remained unmoved, the longsword in his hand shining brightly, its dark blue light forming a barrier that absorbed all the power of the lightning.
The sword hummed, emitting bursts of dragon roars, as if it were cheering and rejoicing, enjoying the baptism of this heavenly tribulation.
Each bolt of lightning that struck stirred up a dazzling light, illuminating Zhuang Yu's resolute face.
He clenched his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and all the muscles in his body were tense, like a fully drawn bowstring.
The thunderous roar was deafening, as if it would tear one's eardrums apart.
Zhuang Yu felt a tremendous force impacting his body, as if his internal organs were about to shift.
But he remained standing, his longsword as steady as a mountain, deflecting all the attacks one by one.
The deep blue light intertwined with the purple lightning, creating a magnificent and breathtaking spectacle.
Wang Yao, watching this scene from afar, was filled with shock.
She had never seen such a powerful heavenly tribulation, nor had she ever seen such a powerful Zhuang Yu.
She knew that Zhuang Yu was going through a life-or-death test.
The master craftsman stroked his beard, his eyes filled with admiration.
He knew that the sword was fully forged and had achieved the effect he had expected.
This is not only a powerful magic weapon, but also an artwork symbolizing Zhuang Yu's indomitable will.
The heavenly tribulation lasted for three full hours, with the power of the thunder growing stronger and stronger, but Zhuang Yu remained standing.
The light from the longsword in his hand grew brighter and brighter, the dark blue light gradually gaining the upper hand and completely engulfing the purple lightning.
Finally, the last bolt of lightning struck, and the longsword in Zhuang Yu's hand emitted a crisp sword sound. The dark blue light instantly subsided, and calm returned.
The dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, revealing the long-awaited sunshine.
Zhuang Yu slowly opened his eyes, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light, and a powerful aura emanated from him, making people dare not look directly at him.
The longsword in his hand emitted a faint, ethereal blue light, as if it contained boundless energy.
"It's done!" Zhuang Yu took a deep breath, feeling the surging power within his body, and a smile appeared on his lips.
Just then, a voice entered Zhuang Yu's ears: "Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Zhuang, on successfully transcending your tribulation!"
Zhuang Yu turned his head and saw an old man dressed in white slowly walking over with a mysterious smile on his face.
"I've heard that the gate to the spirit world is about to open..." the old man said meaningfully, and then disappeared.
Zhuang Yu gazed in the direction the old man had disappeared, his eyes sparkling, his heart filled with anticipation and curiosity...