The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 913: Sword of Silent Awe

"Of course."

Ling Feng forced a bitter smile, then suddenly frowned as an idea struck him.

"Hehe, Senior Pill Devil, this junior might be short on elemental crystals, but I do have some spirit liquid here. Perhaps you could appraise its value?"

Ling Feng spoke with an air of mystery.

"Oh?" Pill Devil's eyelids twitched. "Let me see it!"

Ling Feng pursed his lips and retrieved a porcelain bottle from his storage spirit ring, filled to the brim with water from the rivers of the Water Elemental Realm. Back in the day, he had even auctioned off diluted versions of this water as "Tiankui Holy Water," fetching an exorbitant price.

"Ah, spring water infused with the essence of water's conscious realm!"

Pill Devil was no fool. The more he examined it, the more astonished he became, his heart roiling like stormy waves. "This... this isn't just the conscious realm of water. There's even a faint ripple of water's natural laws!"

Gulp!

Pill Devil swallowed hard but kept his expression carefully neutral. "Ahem, not bad!"

Ling Feng tilted his head. "Will this bottle of Tiankui Holy Water cover the cost of the ingredients?"

Pill Devil's eyelids twitched again, but he suppressed his excitement and put on a stern face. "One bottle probably isn't enough!"

"But Senior, I don't have a second bottle." Ling Feng feigned reluctance. Scarcity drove value, if he revealed too much, the treasure would lose its worth.

"Fine, fine. Since you call me Senior, I'll let it slide with just one bottle."

With that, Pill Devil snatched the bottle of Tiankui Holy Water, pretending to be heartbroken. "Ah, what a loss! A terrible loss!"

Ling Feng barely held back his laughter. No matter how cunning you are, the mountain remains unshaken by the breeze!

If Pill Devil knew Ling Feng's Five Elements Heavenly Palace contained entire rivers of Tiankui Holy Water, he'd probably cough up blood and die on the spot.

This would undoubtedly be the greatest humiliation of his swindling career!

"Ahem..." Ling Feng cleared his throat, playing the part of someone who'd struck gold, and thanked Pill Devil profusely. "Senior Pill Devil, I can't thank you enough!"

"Think nothing of it."

Pill Devil gloated inwardly but kept his face blank. "Lad, I've reviewed the pill formula you gave me. The refining process is highly complex. Even with the Flame Valley Xuanling Cauldron, my success rate wouldn't exceed thirty percent."

Ling Feng nodded. If the success rate surpassed fifty percent, Pill Devil could already be considered an eighth-tier alchemist.

Currently, no one in the entire Tianbai Empire, including Ling Feng himself, had reached that level.

Ling Feng's expression turned serious. "That's why I hope Senior can collaborate with me to refine this eighth-tier spirit pill. My cultivation realm is insufficient to control the flames precisely, but my purification techniques are passable. If Senior can assist with fire control, our success rate should improve significantly."

"Heh, so you want me as your assistant?" Pill Devil raised an eyebrow, smirking at Ling Feng.

"This junior wouldn't dare!"

"Why not?" Pill Devil waved a hand dismissively. "Haha, your alchemy skills are already superior to mine, you're just held back by your cultivation. Playing assistant is no big deal."

Ling Feng rubbed his nose. For all his cunning, Pill Devil was refreshingly honest about alchemy. free𝑤ebnovel.com

Most great grandmaster alchemists would never admit being outmatched.

Nearby, Sword Maniac watched the two chatter but soon lost interest, returning to his forge with a series of clangs as he hammered away.

Had Jiang Xiaofan been present, he would've recognized the material being worked on—the "Ten-Thousand Tempered Steel" he'd painstakingly tempered for a month.

Soon, Pill Devil prepared roughly twenty batches of ingredients. The two then headed to the volcano's mouth in Flame Valley, activating the Flame Valley Xuanling Cauldron to begin refining the heart-nurturing spirit pill.

At first, their coordination was clumsy. The first three attempts ended in failure. But by the fourth try, their synergy began to solidify.

The fourth refinement yielded a half-finished product, but at least it had taken shape, a promising start.

The fifth attempt...

The sixth attempt...

Time slipped by unnoticed.

The sun set, then rose again. A full day and night passed.

By the end, Ling Feng and Pill Devil were both on the verge of collapse, but the results were decent. Out of twenty batches, eight successful refinements produced eight heart-nurturing spirit pills.

Eight was more than enough.

After a long rest, Ling Feng finally staggered to his feet, panting as he thanked Pill Devil.

"Senior Pill Devil, I truly owe you for this."

Pill Devil remained slumped in his wheelchair, utterly spent. Despite being a Human Emperor expert, fire control was far more exhausting than material purification.

Refining an eighth-tier spirit pill twenty times in a row and continuously channeling elemental qi had completely exhausted even an expert like him.

Meanwhile, Ling Feng's role in purification and fusion mainly consumed mental energy. Fortunately, his soul essence source far surpassed ordinary people's, granting him monstrously vast spiritual reserves. While Pill Devil was incapacitated, Ling Feng only felt mildly fatigued.

"Kid, I've really suffered a loss this time! Had I known, I'd have charged double the labor fee!" Pill Devil lamented.

Ling Feng wheeled Pill Devil downhill, thanking him once more before preparing to leave Flame Valley.

Just then, Sword Maniac strode over, handing him a pitch-black, slender blunt sword.

"This was forged from Xiaofan's Ten-Thousand Tempered Steel. Deliver it to him."

Ling Feng accepted the sword with both hands. Despite its slender appearance, it felt unexpectedly heavy.

"Senior Sword Maniac, about this sword..." Ling Feng inspected it and chuckled. "Senior, did you forget to sharpen it?"

"A blade without an edge embodies true skill without flourish."

Sword Maniac grabbed the sword with his lone arm and casually swung it. The sheer force seemed capable of shattering the void itself.

Ling Feng's eyelids twitched. Unlike typical razor-sharp sword qi, this blade emitted something heavy, domineering, like a mountain crashing down.

It seemed to utilize a unique application of power, one that synergized perfectly with the unsharpened blade to unleash its full potential.

"Tell Xiaofan that if he can comprehend the profundity within this sword, he'll qualify to become my last disciple!"

Sword Maniac tossed the sword back, let out a hearty laugh, and strode away.

"Senior, you haven't named this sword yet!" Ling Feng called after him.

"One sword startles the heavens, silence endures for millennia. Let it be known as... Silent Awe."

As the words faded, Ling Feng ran a hand along the blade, his eyes gleaming. "The Sword of Silent Awe. Excellent! Xiaofan has gained another fine weapon!"

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