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Xunuo walked up to the Boxwood Barrel. He unfastened the storage bag, tilting it downwards to pour its contents into the barrel. A rich, azure liquid filled the Boxwood Barrel. Xunuo then leaped into the barrel, sitting cross-legged and forming seals with his hands to recover his magical energy.
Having just used the Heavenly Shadow Spike to split a massive tree in half, he had expended a significant amount of magical energy. Now, he barely had two or three units left in his body. Bringing the spiritual spring liquid out to replenish his energy was one of Xunuo's plans. Otherwise, if he wanted to use the Heavenly Shadow Spike again, it would take at least a month. However, recovering his magical energy within the spiritual spring liquid would only take a day.
As for needing to recover his magical energy in the Starlight Arena, Xunuo felt helpless. The spiritual spring liquid was too abundant in Spiritual Energy. If it were released into the outside world, its fluctuations could be sensed within a hundred miles, which would be akin to inviting trouble right to his doorstep.
Xunuo sat cross-legged inside the Boxwood Barrel. With a slight movement of his True Qi, the spiritual spring liquid enveloped him as if it had found an entrance, flowing directly through his flesh towards his Dantian. Instantly, the spiritual liquid inside the Boxwood Barrel began to disappear at a visible rate. Xunuo remained calm, raising a hand to point at the storage bag hovering above him. The bag tilted slightly, and spiritual liquid flowed continuously from its opening.
He continued this until his magical energy was fully replenished before putting away the storage bag and stepping out of the Starlight Arena. Checking the time, he realized that this recovery had only taken half a day.
Over the next month, Xunuo finally managed to completely dismantle that giant tree, clearing out just over an acre—nearly two acres—for a medicinal field.
Daily replenishing his magical energy with the spiritual spring was also a form of cultivation for Xunuo. It helped solidify and enrich his True Essence Magic, making subsequent tasks easier and quicker.
Meanwhile, there were still no signs of seedlings or medicinal seeds from Jing Lide. So Xunuo began transplanting various existing herbs from Wuhua Sect into the newly created field and started cutting down a second giant tree.
Life at Wuhua Sect was easygoing for Xunuo. Although he still had to keep some secrets, given his current status and position, as long as he remained cautious, there were few entanglements.
Half a year passed in the blink of an eye. The medicinal field within the Spirit Domain had expanded to ten acres. Jing Lide had also sent countless herbs and seeds over time. Xunuo planted them in batches within the Spirit Domain.
During this period, Xunuo often recovered his magical energy in the Starlight Arena and began pondering over that mysterious starry sky. Apart from two bright stars, thousands of smaller stars flickered in various colors and patterns. However, one pale white star caught Xunuo's attention. Its light was particularly stable and gentle; looking at it gave him a sense of familiarity as if gazing at his hometown. Other stars did not evoke this feeling; they seemed merely mysterious.
Some starlight even instilled an inexplicable fear in Xunuo. He felt unable to explore this starry sky and didn't dare probe with his Divine Sense either. Though filled with curiosity and confusion, he could only set it aside for now until he had the ability to investigate further.
Xunuo felt that ten acres of medicinal fields were enough for his own endeavors, so he decided to halt the expansion of the fields. He planned to focus on cultivating the Elixir Formula to break through his bottleneck. Over the past six months, he had made some progress with the Huayang Classic, but he was still a bit short of achieving perfection at the seventh layer. The Elixir Formula had been in the third stage for quite some time, so it was time to attempt a breakthrough.
A few days later, it was time for Tian Feiyu to teach his disciples again, and Xunuo arrived at the Seven Star Sword Hall as scheduled. After practicing the Seven Star Sword Formation, Xunuo prepared to take his leave and return to Herb Valley.
Sixth Senior Brother Bi Changjian said, "Tomorrow at Divine Blade Hall, they will summon the Divine Blade. Lu Shidi, don’t you want to join us to see the excitement?"
Liu Changqing added, "Lu Shidi has been locked away in cultivation every day; it must be boring. You should stay today and join us tomorrow for the Divine Blade summoning ceremony."
Xunuo felt curious upon hearing this. The disciples of Wuhua Sect and Seven Star Sword Hall only practiced swordsmanship, while those from Divine Blade Hall focused solely on saber techniques. Other disciples from various halls trained in different fist techniques and weapons.
The Azure Wind Sword from Seven Star Sword Hall was also a treasured weapon of Wuhua Sect and was now in Xunuo's hands. He understood its exceptional nature. However, this was the first time he had heard of the Divine Blade from Divine Blade Hall, and he couldn't comprehend why a ceremony was needed to summon it.
Wuhua Sect had built its reputation primarily on swordsmanship, particularly through the Seven Star Sword Formation. When Tian Feiyu had passed down the Azure Wind Sword to Xunuo years ago, it had been done with great reverence but without any formal ceremony since only the master and disciple were present. Xunuo asked in confusion, "Why is there a ceremony just to obtain a saber?"
Bi Changjian feigned mystery and said, "This is a long story; there’s more to it than you think."
Xunuo leaned forward eagerly waiting for him to elaborate, but Bi Changjian fell silent.
Tian Feiyu smiled and said, "The ceremony for summoning the Divine Blade is indeed special; you should go see it for yourself. It’s good to learn more about our sect's history. Besides, don't focus solely on martial arts; it's also important to bond with your fellow disciples."
Hearing this from Tian Feiyu, Xunuo quickly cupped his hands in respect and replied, "What Master says is true. I've been immersed in internal cultivation for too long and have become somewhat dull. It’s indeed time to relax with my senior brothers."
Soon after, Zigong Changhe hosted a gathering at his courtyard, inviting several senior brothers for a day of feasting. During this time, Zhang Shoufeng shared the story of Wuhua Sect and the origins of the Divine Blade.
This tale had deep roots and began with how Wuhua Sect acquired its foundational mountain territory.
Years ago, the Wuhua Sect acquired this foundation from the Buddhist Sect and vowed not to damage any Buddhist statues. The Buddha Hall was originally used as the main hall for the sect leader. As the Wuhua Sect underwent renovations and expansions over the years, the growing number of disciples made the hall feel cramped and inadequate. Consequently, they entrusted the construction of the Divine Mechanism Hall to their disciples, and the sect leader moved to a newly built residence on the mountaintop.
At that time, the Wuhua Sect only had three halls: the Seven Star Sword Hall, the Outer Hall, and the Divine Mechanism Hall. Later, while cleaning the Buddha Hall, a mechanism was discovered beneath one of the statues. After breaking the mechanism, they found a strangely shaped broken blade hidden underneath.
This broken blade had no hilt and measured over two feet in length. Where a hilt should have been, it was neatly severed, with a fresh cut. The entire blade had an unusual crescent shape, as if someone had sliced a crescent moon in half. The blade was entirely black and devoid of shine, covered in peculiar ancient patterns. Among them was a Seal Script inscription reading "Murder."
Upon discovering this oddity, the disciples immediately reported it to the Hall Master of the Divine Mechanism Hall. The Hall Master found it strange as well and examined it for quite some time without reaching any conclusions. He asked a disciple to test its sharpness with a waist knife. To everyone's astonishment, the waist knife was sliced in half like paper by this broken blade.
The Hall Master took up the blade and went to consult with the sect leader. The sect leader was equally surprised; when he tested it against an iron pestle as thick as a bowl, it too was cut in half.
The then-sect leader joyfully held up the broken blade, his mind racing with ideas. The Wuhua Sect was founded on swordsmanship; if this broken blade could be reforged into a sword, it would surely be incredibly sharp. He sought out a contemporary Swordsmith Master and offered a handsome reward for crafting a sword from this broken blade.
After several days, the Swordsmith Master sent someone to invite the Wuhua Sect leader over for consultation regarding some peculiarities. The sect leader suspected that there might be an attempt to seize the sword material and hurriedly brought two Hall Masters with him to the Swordsmith Master's residence.
Without much preamble, the Swordsmith Master led them directly to the sword-forging chamber. Inside, waves of heat surged like purgatory. In the center stood a massive furnace where flames roared, and above it lay that very broken blade. The sect leader and his companions were scorched by the heat; their hair singed and skin felt like it would crack under pressure, making it impossible to approach within even half a step of the furnace.
The Swordsmith Master used iron tongs to extract the broken blade and handed it to the sect leader. Startled, he and the two Hall Masters jumped back instinctively and were about to scold him when they saw him grasping that broken blade again and offering it back. They were momentarily dumbfounded; when they reached out to touch it, they found that not only was it not hot but instead felt icy cold as if holding onto ice itself.
As they exchanged glances in bewilderment, the Swordsmith Master sighed and said, "I am too old and incapable of refining this sword material. This broken blade must be forged from celestial iron beyond this world. It is not boastful; no one in this realm can refine it into a sword material."
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