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Chapter 072: The Heavenly Thunder Tribulation
"Senior, you are too kind. Qier, Eagle Elder, you have arrived," Yang Chen said as he opened his eyes.
"Um, husband, are you alright?" Roxie said with concern as she looked at Yang Chen's hand.
"I'm fine, just, uh, did you bring the blood replenishing pills?" Yang Chen asked.
"Here they are, husband. Do you still need them? If so, I can send someone to raid the Alchemist Guild," Roxie said anxiously.
"No need to trouble Miss Luo. The Alchemist Guild can't withstand your City Lord's Wife's antics," a hearty voice from outside said, belonging to Yao Chen.
"Old Chen," Roxie stomped her foot shyly.
"Yang City Lord is being polite. This is what I hastily gathered from the Alchemist Guild; the president is still collecting more and will send them over shortly," Yao Chen said as he pulled out dozens of medicine bottles and placed them in front of Yang Chen. Yang Chen was not polite and opened the bottles, pouring the contents directly into his mouth. Eagle Mo also took out twenty or thirty medicine bottles and said, "These are all the blood replenishing pills the guild currently has; I'll go gather more."
"Thank you, Eagle Elder," Yang Chen said.
"No need for thanks; it's my duty." After saying that, Eagle Mo turned and left with Yao Chen.
"Husband, these are all the pills from my guild that I brought; I don't know how many can replenish blood, but there are definitely no poisons. Please try them quickly," Roxie said anxiously.
Yang Chen looked at Luo Xi with affection and said, "Thank you, Xi'er."
"There's no need for that. You said it yourself, couples don't need to say thank you. Have you forgotten?" Luo Xi replied shyly, showing no hint of the strength of a Sovereign.
"I forgot. Do whatever you want. Hehe." Yang Chen said with a mischievous smile. Seeing Yang Chen's playful expression, Luo Xi immediately understood and shyly said, "Just do as you wish."
"You two, stop flirting. Brother Yang, let me take you to the Zhongtian Plaza. Otherwise, if the Heavenly Tribulation comes down, my little house will be destroyed!" After saying this, he waved his hand, and the furnace in front of them disappeared, stored away by Tang Feng in his storage ring.
"Everything depends on you, big brother." Yang Chen nodded in agreement. Tang Feng nodded back and led Yang Chen to fly towards Zhongtian Plaza. A group of people still engaged in battle immediately stopped and looked at Yang Chen in surprise.
"All members of the Shadow Kill Yongbing team, stay at least five hundred meters away from me," Yang Chen declared loudly.
"Yes, leader."
"Yes, city lord." One response came from a member of the Shadow Kill Pavilion, while the other was from a rogue cultivator. Under Tang Feng's protection, Yang Chen calmly refined the elixir, using his blood to nourish the sword sheath. Half an hour later, the sword sheath in Yang Chen's hand had completely turned blood-red, dazzlingly bright! At the same time, the sky became pitch black, oppressive and dark!
"Brother Yang, throw the sword sheath into the furnace and personally channel your fighting spirit for the final step of refinement!" Tang Feng shouted.
"That's a Heavenly Crafting Furnace! I don't know if it's Heavenly Crafting Tang An or his disciple Tang Feng," someone in the crowd exclaimed.
"Judging by his age, it should be Tang Feng."
"Just a blacksmith; he stole his Heavenly Crafting Furnace!"
"Fool? You go, that person is a Dou Zun strongman, you go!"
"I, I." Facing the discussions of the crowd, Tang Feng did not take it to heart, only tightly staring at the Blood Sword in Yang Chen's hand.
"Alright!" Yang Chen responded. After saying that, he threw the blood-colored long sword into the Heavenly Craft Furnace.
"Boom!" A thunderous sound suddenly echoed from the dark clouds above. Yang Chen sneered and said, "You don't allow me to refine it? Hmph, I will do it anyway!"
"If heaven wants to stop me, I will go against heaven!" After saying this, he struck his palm on the Heavenly Craft Furnace, pouring his fighting spirit into it without restraint. Instantly, flames enveloped the Dragonweave Sword and its sheath.
"Boom!"
"Boom!" Thunder rumbled in the sky, and lightning filled the air. As Yang Chen continuously poured fighting spirit, subtle changes were occurring between the burning Dragonweave Sword and the flames.
"Dragon Soul, you detach from my body and attach to the Dragonweave Sword to help them merge sooner. Anyway, this physical flame won't harm you, but remember to return to my body before the heavenly thunder strikes." Yang Chen spoke to the Dragon Soul deep within his spirit.
"Yes, boss." After saying that, a green light flashed out from Yang Chen's body and attached itself to the Dragonweave Sword.
"Brother Yang. The heavenly thunder is about to fall; do not release your soul carelessly." Others may not have seen clearly, but Tang Feng, who was right next to Yang Chen, saw everything clearly.
"It's fine; I'll retract it before the heavenly thunder falls." Yang Chen said nonchalantly.
"You... sigh, you have already brought me too many surprises; I have no experience left to lend you." Tang Feng said bitterly.
"Nothing much, big brother. What we need is a fighting spirit! When it's time to abandon certain rules, we shouldn't hold back; otherwise, we will never achieve new breakthroughs in our lives!" Yang Chen said firmly.
"Well said! As men, we should charge forward, fight hard, and innovate! Ha ha, it seems that both my master and I were wrong!" Tang Feng replied.
"Who says I was wrong? You little brat, daring to speak ill of me behind my back. I'll deal with you later." A voice came from the crowd, and a figure appeared before Tang Feng.
"Uh, Master?" Tang Feng questioned. "Disciple pays respects to Master."
"Get up." Tang An said. "I am Tang An, the city lord. Greetings."
"You are too polite, senior." Yang Chen said respectfully. Tang Feng is a Fighting Sovereign; then what about Tang An? A Fighting Saint!
"Master, what brings you to Loulan City?" Tang Feng asked. "Two months ago, when you were refining the Dark Two-headed Dragon, you triggered the consciousness I left behind in it, so I hurried over." Tang An said. "I didn't expect you to have already become a Grandmaster. Ha ha."
"Master, you've been gone for over ten years; you can't just leave me behind now. You promised that when I advanced to Grandmaster, you would take me with you." Tang Feng hurriedly said.
"Is being a Grandmaster really that impressive?" Tang An said softly. "Impressive? Master, could it be that you have already..." Tang Feng asked tentatively.
"Just a Divine Craftsman. Is that really impressive?" Tang An said lightly.
"A Divine Craftsman? Just that? Impressive? Master, what do you mean?" Tang Feng stammered.
"Do you think being a Divine Craftsman is the highest realm?" Tang An retorted.
"Isn't it?" Tang Feng asked.
"What is he refining now?" Tang An inquired.
"This, this. Something one level higher than a divine artifact..." Tang Feng replied.
"Do you know what level it is?" Tang An asked.
"The disciple does not know."
"Yes, I used to think that Divine Craftsman was the highest level, but after these ten years, I realized that there is actually a level above Divine Craftsman - Celestial Artisan! This kid is refining a Heavenly Artifact!"
As soon as the words fell, a thunderbolt the size of a bowl descended from the sky.
"Dragon Soul, come back!" Yang Chen urgently commanded using his soul power.
"Boss, this sword is strange; it won't let me leave," Dragon Soul hurriedly said.
"Then be careful," Yang Chen replied.
"Okay, I understand." Yang Chen quickly retreated to stand beside Tang Feng and the others.
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