Pfft—
Song Wanníng let out a mischievous laugh.
At first, she hadn't expected Patriarch Huo to believe her; it was just a trick. Unexpectedly, Patriarch Huo took an unusual approach, chasing Huo Jinchuan all over.
That worked in her favor. The more trouble Huo Jinchuan faced, the more his Luck would be drained. This only helped her plans. Still, Patriarch Huo was cunning and would not leave easily. There had to be ambushes outside the barrier, waiting for them.
She had to stay cautious.
After resting for a while longer, Song Wanníng took out the Butian Stone from her storage ring. Since obtaining it, she hadn't had a chance to use it.
Her Lifebound sword had not advanced for a long time and had fallen behind her own strength. This made her sword techniques, which should have been powerful, come off as mediocre. Now facing dangers outside, she had to find a way to strengthen herself first.
This place was obviously very safe. The only variable was Baili Shang.
So she decided to forge and upgrade her life sword first. That way, when she went out, she would have more confidence in defending herself.
Without hesitation, Song Wanníng took out her immortal furnace. An immortal furnace could refine pills, and naturally, it could also forge magical treasures. She also took out a forging platform, placing it nearby.
After pulling out several other useful items, she took out several formation plates and arranged them around her.
Once the area was secured, she released Long Ling and Xiao Yin. If any new situation arose, they would immediately alert her.
That way, nothing could go wrong.
Xiao Jin, the golden little sword, would also be very useful during the refining process.
She glanced at the Butian Stone in her hand.
This was an excellent material for forging magical treasures. If luck was on her side, it could even grant the treasure spiritual intelligence. Now she planned to awaken the sword spirit through Xiao Jin. If a sword spirit truly manifested, the sword could upgrade itself in the future.
Success or failure rested on this attempt. If it failed, she would have to wait for the next opportunity.
Song Wanníng furrowed her brows and cleared her mind of distractions.
After a while, she opened her eyes.
She expertly took out the sword and gently soothed it before lighting the immortal furnace with alchemist fire.
Bright flames quickly roared to life.
The immortal furnace soon glowed a deep red.
After ensuring every part was heated evenly, Song Wanníng threw the sword into the furnace.
The sword sank silently into the furnace, quickly turning bright red.
Song Wanníng tightened her expression and immediately closed the lid.
Now she increased the fire's intensity to melt the sword.
The sword contained very sturdy materials, so it melted slowly.
But Song Wanníng was patient. After all, she wasn't the one rushing.
…
"Damn that old bastard, how the hell does he know where I'm hiding? Could the insects be malfunctioning?"
Huo Jinchuan had been chased all over, exhausting nearly every trick. His many treasured items had almost all been used to escape, but he was injured repeatedly. If not for his Luck supporting him, he would have died long ago at Huo Yang's hands.
He cursed angrily as he fled.
Normally, his manners wouldn't allow such crude language, but Huo Yang pushed him too far. No matter how he ran, Huo Yang could find his position swiftly. He seemed to control heaven and earth alike. This made Huo Jinchuan furious but also terrified. Because he didn't know what exactly was wrong with him. Could it be related to the poison inside?
That was the only connection he could think of.
"Damn it, that old bastard Huo Yang, if you have the ability, don't let me escape. Otherwise, I'll make you suffer."
Huo Jinchuan's face was sallow and black, his figure disheveled. He had barely found a place to hide when Huo Yang appeared before him again.
"Damn—"
He cursed under his breath and ran without pause.
Huo Yang was equally furious. He never imagined that such a lowly Huo Jinchuan had so many tricks. No matter how he pursued, he couldn't finish him off. Every time he was about to kill Huo Jinchuan, some accident happened. Anger and worry boiled inside Huo Yang. If Huo Jinchuan truly had the Heavenly Dao's protection, his own future would be bleak.
He had to kill Huo Jinchuan before he grew stronger.
Filled with rage, he attacked again.
Bang—
Huo Jinchuan was struck again. Whether from injury or anger, he spat blood multiple times. He forced himself to run with all his strength, but his mind was still plotting. Now, he had to divert Huo Yang's attention. The best way was to find Song Wanníng and the others.
He knew the truth of "A dead Daoyou is no loss to me."
But where had those two gone?
Huo Jinchuan could never have guessed their destination was the Central Domain's forbidden land.
…
Five days passed in a blink.
Thanks to Song Wanníng's efforts, the sword inside the immortal furnace finally melted. This was thanks to the immortal furnace; otherwise, the sword wouldn't have melted even after half a month.
Song Wanníng carefully lifted the lid and saw the molten liquid inside.
She was satisfied.
Then she took out the Butian Stone and dropped it into the molten liquid. She added several other items as well before closing the lid again. Song Wanníng swallowed a pill to replenish her spiritual energy and continued fueling the dan fire.
She controlled the flame carefully, not daring to make a mistake.
As the fire burned, the Butian Stone quickly melted into the liquid.
The flames kept burning until the liquid gradually turned transparent.
Only then did Song Wanníng stop fueling the fire and carefully poured out the molten liquid.
She poured it onto the forging platform.
Next, she took out an iron hammer and struck the liquid on the platform hard.
The most critical step followed.
She had to solidify the liquid and shape it into the sword again.
If she were skilled at formations, she could also inscribe enhancing formations on it.
Unfortunately, Song Wanníng was not good at formations, so she skipped this step.
Duang—
The hammer struck again and again, ringing out with each blow.
At first, the noise was annoying, but over time, it became like a kind of melody, filled with a special Dao resonance.
Long Ling and Xiao Yin watched Song Wanníng in surprise.
At this moment, a faint light surrounded her.
It looked dreamlike.
Combined with her focused, serious expression, they felt as if they were witnessing a deity.
The two little ones exchanged glances, their faces full of delight.