The spearhead of the Seven-Star Thunderbolt Spear contained the Seven Star Treasure Prohibition. Once activated, it could be launched just like a Flying Sword.

The spearhead and shaft were connected by the Great Cave True Thunder, allowing it to be controlled from a distance like a Flying Sword.

Most Body Refining Cultivators found themselves at a disadvantage when facing enemies at a distance. Although Iron Head wasn’t a pure Body Refining Cultivator, Yang Jing still chose this design to give him another option in combat.

"The Seven Star Treasure Prohibition is no ordinary thing. I never expected you to be able to seamlessly refine it into the spearhead."

An Gongyu remarked. After all, he wasn’t an Artifact Refiner, so he had only identified the Seven Star Treasure Prohibition on the spearhead.

When refining a Magical Artifact, the most crucial step was integrating the Restriction into the artifact itself. Minor mistakes in the artifact’s shape or imperfections in the Spiritual Gold’s purity wouldn’t cause the refining process to fail; they would only lower the artifact’s final grade. However, if the fusion between the Restriction and the artifact was even slightly flawed, the entire piece would be ruined.

Among the many Restrictions, the Seven Star Treasure Prohibition was known for its complexity and intricacy, placing extremely high demands on an Artifact Refiner’s skill.

A Tier Two Spiritual Artifact was unlike an ordinary Magical Artifact, where one could simply carve the Restriction onto the surface and draw it on with Spirit Liquid. Magical Combat between Foundation Establishment Cultivators was far more intense than that between Qi Cultivators. If a Spiritual Artifact were refined in such a simplistic manner, its Restriction would shatter after just a few exchanges.

Yang Jing smiled smugly. He used the Ice Soul Cold Flame to freeze the materials into a fine powder before re-sintering them. This process made the step of integrating the Restriction into the Magical Artifact incredibly simple.

Through constant trial and error, he had perfected this technique, and it could be applied to refining most Spiritual Materials and Magical Artifacts.

This was a crushing blow to other Artifact Refiners.

Long sleeves help one dance, and deep pockets help one trade. Even if ordinary Artifact Refiners knew of this refining technique, they couldn’t replicate it without the Ice Soul Cold Flame.

Iron Head cradled the Seven-Star Thunderbolt Spear in his arms, unable to bear parting with it.

He was itching for a Demon Cultivator to appear right then and there, just so he could test the spear’s power.

Yang Jing felt a sudden tightness around his leg. His disciple, Chi Yu, was hugging it tightly, her small face tilted up as she gave her master a pitiful look.

Before she could even open her mouth, Yang Jing knew what kind of nonsense she was about to spout.

"Your cultivation is too low right now. You can’t even bring out a third of the Red Blood Saber’s full power. Even if I refined a Spiritual Artifact for you, you wouldn’t be able to use it."

He said, placing a hand on Chi Yu’s head and giving it a little shake.

After refining a Magical Treasure they were proud of, the ancients would invite all their friends to admire and appraise it.

Although the Seven-Star Thunderbolt Spear wasn’t a Magical Treasure, it was a piece Yang Jing was immensely proud of. It could be called a masterpiece that combined his skills in both Artifact Refining and the Array Dao. Since everyone was gathered today, Yang Jing decided to hold a "spear appreciation feast."

"Young Yang, you truly are extraordinary. In you, I can faintly see the bearing of our Six Sect Ancestors."

An Gongyu said, stroking his beard after taking a sip of fine wine.

Back then, the Six Sect Ancestors undertook the Western Crossing to the Western Continent. Almost the entire Cultivation Civilization of the Western Continent originated from those six, who could be called masters of a hundred arts, each with their own specialty.

"You flatter me, Master An."

Yang Jing bowed and raised his cup in a toast.

"You, so formal even at a feast? You’re no fun at all."

Zuoqiu Feng threw an arm around his shoulders and held up her wine cup.

"Come on, drink! I swear I’m getting you drunk today. Let’s see if you can keep up that serious, old-man act when you’re drunk!"

Resigned, Yang Jing could only drink with her.

He had accomplished Body Refinement and cultivated a top-tier technique, the True Yang Body. Although Zuoqiu Feng possessed a Golden Core Cultivation, her physical constitution was far inferior to his. As they competed in drinking, Yang Jing remained perfectly clear-headed, but Zuoqiu Feng was already beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol. Her face, as lovely as a lotus, was flushed crimson.

Her breath was heavy with the scent of alcohol as she held her head, completely baffled:

"Impossible! With this kind of Spirit Wine, there’s no way you could refine the alcoholic energy in time. How are you not drunk?"

Yang Jing had Yang Jingxu take Zuoqiu Feng away to rest, then placed his hand on Chi Yu’s head, stopping her from sneaking a sip of the dregs in the cup.

The wine they were drinking today was the Tier Three Spirit Wine, Cyan Jade Liquid. It was practically a liquid Spirit Pill, and its intoxicating effects were hidden within the Spiritual Qi. If one drank too much and it accumulated in their Dantian, even a Golden Core Cultivator would pass out drunk.

With Chi Yu’s cultivation, even a single small sip would leave her drunk for at least seven days and seven nights.

Afterward, Yang Jing drank a few more cups with An Gongyu, chatting about various matters. As a Golden Core Cultivator, An Gongyu was worldly and knowledgeable, and also had a witty nature, so the two of them got along splendidly.

An Gongyu shared some interesting anecdotes with Yang Jing that only Golden Core Cultivators would know.

"Speaking of which, the cultivators from the Central Continent view our Western Continent as a poor backwater. They look down on us, thinking all cultivators from the Western Continent are mediocre talents. Hmph! They’ve completely forgotten why our Six Sect Ancestors came here in the first place. They went through great hardship, establishing their sects in the Western Continent precisely to keep the Demons here in check and prevent them from becoming a threat to the Central Continent."

He was also a bit drunk by now and downed the wine in his cup.

"Now, even the cultivators within the Six Sects have long forgotten the ancestors’ original purpose."

An Gongyu said, his breath thick with the smell of alcohol, "Young Yang, our Western Continent is densely populated. Those scions of the Noble Families, in particular, live in utter luxury. From birth, they drink from Spiritual Springs and eat jade rice, their bodies brimming with Vitality. But have you ever seen a single disciple with a Celestial Spirit Root?"

Yang Jing thought it over. ’It’s true,’ he mused. ’To this day, I’ve never seen a single cultivator with a Celestial Spirit Root in the Five Elements True Spirit Sect. The Western Continent may have its turbid, baleful qi, but that shouldn’t affect the children of the Noble Families. Even if they can’t awaken Divine Techniques, there should still be one or two with a Celestial Spirit Root in each generation.’