Given the current situation, Sister will definitely obtain a life sword that satisfies her completely.
"Sister Yi'er, we must protect her carefully. We absolutely cannot let anyone disturb Sister!"
Long Ling flexed her chubby arms, looking full of determination. She was determined to protect Sister well and wouldn't let anyone ruin Sister's good work.
"Mm-hmm, we must stay focused!"
Shenyou Mystic Flame nodded, her expression growing more serious. They were all waiting for their master to complete forging the lifebound sword.
…
Half a month passed again.
Outside the forbidden land, the Grand Elder was growing impatient.
By all logic, the forbidden land should be extremely dangerous. If the two inside had met trouble, they would either have died or urgently run out by now.
Yet after waiting over half a month, there wasn't even a single sign of a hair or a shadow.
Frowning, he sent several message talismans to Huo Yang, but all he received were replies to keep waiting.
From the tone of those messages, the two inside were not ordinary cultivators; they were incredibly tough and definitely not dead.
He had no choice but to keep waiting.
Inwardly, he wondered what Huo Yang was so busy with and why he hadn't come yet.
Sigh.
The Grand Elder went from burning with murderous intent at the start to sheer boredom now.
Just when he was at his most bored, he suddenly noticed thunder tribulations gathering above the forbidden land.
"What is going on?"
The Grand Elder immediately sharpened his focus, staring intently at the gathering heavenly tribulation.
Inside the forbidden land, Song Wanníng also noticed the descending heavenly tribulation.
A flash of excitement appeared in her eyes as she said to Xiao Jin beside her, "The heavenly tribulation is about to fall. There might be a chance to birth a sword spirit. Now it's up to you!"
Xiao Jin was the sword spirit awakened within her Primordial Soul and would perish along with it.
But a magical treasure was different. Once it birthed a sword spirit, it belonged entirely to the treasure. Even if the master died, it could survive on its own and gradually upgrade the treasure.
"Don't worry, Sister! I will do my best!"
Xiao Jin was full of enthusiasm and eager to recruit a little brother.
It actively merged into the newly forged sword.
Boom—
The heavenly tribulation arrived on schedule, crashing down fiercely.
The sword surged forward to meet the tribulation. In an instant, the sword was completely engulfed. Still, a sword filled with countless streaks of lightning could be seen flickering constantly. The crackling electric power filled the air with smoke.
This scene also caught the attention of Baili Shang and the Grand Elder.
Baili Shang frowned and immediately thought of Song Wanníng. After all, she was a sword cultivator. This commotion was likely caused by her. To him, Song Wanníng was extremely mysterious. Now even forging a magical treasure could provoke heavenly tribulation…
He was once again glad he treated her well from the start, or he might have been implicated. But after over half a month inside, he still hadn't found the legendary Demon God's origin.
Meanwhile, the Grand Elder looked at the sword braving the tribulation in the sky, his eyes shining with excitement.
What did a treasure that could survive a tribulation mean?
It meant the birth of a treasure spirit was very likely!
That was a growing treasure with terrifying power. It could even evolve into an immortal or divine artifact in the future. Such a precious treasure falling into the hands of two outsiders was a waste.
If only he could seize it…
The more he thought about it, the more tempted he became. For his selfish reasons, he hadn't told Huo Yang about this. He stared at the sword, yearning to rush over and snatch it.
However, the barrier was his greatest obstacle. Suddenly, something strange happened.
The sword braving the tribulation let out a sharp, long howl. Then a beam of red-black light burst out, shooting straight into the sky. At the same time, a bolt of purple lightning struck upward.
Boom—
Another heavenly thunder crashed down, smashing both lights back into the sword.
Xiao Jin broke free at this moment.
In a blink, it transformed into a long golden dragon, roaring thunderously as it swung its tail in the air.
Boom—
The final heavenly thunder struck again, once more engulfing the sword.
The Grand Elder watched the sword in awe and even prayed for it to birth a sword spirit.
At this moment, he had already regarded the sword as his own.
Boom—
The sword suddenly emitted a low hum, trembling as the sound spread out. The terrifying shockwave rattled the surrounding barrier, as if about to shatter it.
Fortunately, the barrier was incredibly strong. After shaking a few times, it stabilized again.
When the low hum ended, a small red sword shot out from the sword—it was the sword spirit. The sword spirit vibrated with a buzzing hum, swiftly circling in the air, as if celebrating its birth. But in just the blink of an eye, it returned to the sword's body, merging back in.
By now, the heavenly tribulation had dissipated.
A red sword tinged with purple lightning appeared in midair before flying straight toward Song Wanníng.
The sky returned to calm as if nothing had happened.
In Song Wanníng's hand appeared a brand-new sword—one perfectly attuned to her heart.
"Master, master!"
A soft, youthful voice sounded.
A small red spiritual sword jumped out—her sword spirit.
Its red color matched her spiritual root attribute.
Mixed with the purple-black hue of the divine thunder seed, it carried dense lightning power, greatly amplifying its strength. This was a spur-of-the-moment idea by Song Wanníng, who had drawn some of the divine thunder seed into it, unexpectedly succeeding.
"Sister, sister, it worked! I have another little brother now!"
Xiao Jin jumped excitedly.
Long Ling and Xiao Yin also grinned ear to ear. The more companions, the livelier the group.
Song Wanníng chuckled and teased, "How do you know it's a little brother? Couldn't it be a little sister?"
Innate spiritual bodies had no gender; it was just personal preference.
"Hehe, I just feel it's a little brother."
Xiao Jin was shy at being asked.
It couldn't say that girls were quieter and didn't like to mess around.
Little Sister Xiao Yin was exactly like that—very calm.
But Xiao Jin didn't dare say it, afraid Xiao Yin would be upset.
"All right, you two get to know each other well."
Song Wanníng didn't embarrass Xiao Jin and smiled as she petted the newborn red little sword.
"This sword will be called Jing Hong from now on. Let's call you Xiao Hong, okay?"
As soon as she spoke, two characters appeared on the red sword's blade:
惊鸿—Jing Hong.