I really became a king.

Chapter 165: Reforging the Sword Box and Clearing the Aftermath

However, after Jiang Yi's soul fire refined and absorbed the rhizome as thick as a bucket, it transformed from an ordinary small flame into a fire lotus.

Nine flaming lotus petals bloomed one after another, guarding the flame in the center of the lotus heart. Compared with the flame color of the surrounding lotus petals, this small flame was as blue as a gem.

Jiang Yi could feel that the lotus soul fire had become much stronger after the transformation. The most obvious thing was that the speed of refining the surrounding blood and water increased by several times.

The bloody red water was rapidly decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the entire pond began to become clearer and clearer, with less and less bloody smell.

"If I use this soul fire to refine weapons now, the speed will definitely be much faster!"

However, although the lotus soul fire became several times stronger, the naked eye could not see any changes in the refining of the milky white lotus seed.

"I wonder how long it will take to complete the refining..."

Jiang Yi was really bored sitting there, and he had an idea to try to separate a part of the soul fire from the refining soul fire in order to see if there were any changes in the weapon refining.

This attempt was actually successful, but what was separated was not a flame, but an entire lotus platform.

The soul fire that was originally supporting the blazing blue flame on the lotus pedestal was split into two. The blazing blue flame in the center did not move at all, still refining the lotus seeds, but the lotus pedestal below was separated.

After splitting into two, Jiang Yi was afraid that it would affect the power of the soul fire and slow down the refining speed. He could not help but feel it carefully and was delighted.

The refining speed did not slow down, which means that dividing it into two would not affect the power of the soul fire.

"Then use this flame lotus platform to try out the weapon refining."

Just like that, Jiang Yi was doing two things at once, and a long box about 1.5 meters long, dark in color, and square in shape, like a black wooden cube, appeared in front of him.

This was the sword case he made using the "Treasure Refining Technique", but it was much rougher than the sword case on the Dongxu Terrace, and its appearance was not pleasing at all, so much so that it was disliked by Xiao Yangjiao.

"Let's use this sword box to test the power of the mutated soul fire."

Jiang Yi's heart moved, and the lotus platform, which was originally only half the size of a palm, suddenly became a circle larger than the sword case. The nine lotus petals that were in a blooming state slowly closed, wrapping the entire sword case inside.

In this way, Jiang Yi began a new journey of refining, but he did not expect that the refining of this lotus seed would take so long.

In the blink of an eye, ten days passed. On the surface, the capital of Dali was still calm, but secretly, many people focused their attention on the Dacun Imperial Manor.

For ten whole days, the [Hu Bu], one of the Nine Divisions of Sun and Moon, had been silently guarding this extremely ordinary little farm. They were curious about what Prince Yi Jiang Yi was doing in the farm.

Unfortunately, no spies could get close to the imperial manor. The entire area around the imperial manor was like a wandering ghost. All spies who wanted to get close with ulterior motives were intercepted halfway and killed on the spot.

"Alas, this imperial nephew is a little too reckless..." In Prince Rui's mansion, Prince Rui Jiang Li smiled bitterly at a figure.

"Haha, I never thought that the day would come when my starling would suffer in silence again..." Prince Yi Jiang Mo laughed.

Jiang Li looked at his Thirteenth Brother, who did not hide his "ridicule" at all, and smiled bitterly and shook his head repeatedly.

A few days ago, his intelligence agency also sent spies to investigate Dacun Farm, but it was not instructed by him, but a subconscious action of the intelligence agency.

Whenever there is something fishy going on, any qualified intelligence agency will respond.

I believe that many intelligence agencies in the imperial capital of Dali have encountered the same experience as him recently. The spies sent out by their intelligence agencies were indiscriminately intercepted and killed on the spot.

But Jiang Li didn't take it too seriously. After all, he had no intention of doing anything bad to this new nephew of the emperor. As for the spies, he would just train them. However, he still felt a little uncomfortable and embarrassed.

Prince Yi Jiang Mo next to him suddenly thought of something, leaned over and whispered, "My dear brother, do you think our father has also experienced the same thing?"

Jiang Li turned his head and glanced at Jiang Mo. The discomfort in his heart suddenly disappeared, and he couldn't help but burst into a hearty laugh that he had never laughed before.

Needless to say, the intelligence agencies under my father's command would subconsciously send out spies to investigate, and the result would be the same as mine, all of whom would be indiscriminately killed on the spot.

In the Prince Su's Mansion, Crown Prince Jiang Hai was also thinking about this matter with great interest. However, he did not send out any spies.

Ever since Jiang Yi took out the Vein-Reshaping Pill to help him rebuild his martial arts foundation, he issued strict orders to his intelligence agencies to stop all intelligence activities against Prince Yi Jiang Yi.

Different from the helpless smile of Prince Rui Jiang Li and the "gloating" of Prince Yi Jiang Mo, Jiang Hai was full of admiration in his heart, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: A real man should be like this, no matter who you are, if you dare to investigate me, I will kill you on the spot.

In the Ding Courtyard of the Dali Palace, Mo Ruhai looked at the Dali Emperor Jiang Zhenyi, whose face was as gloomy as water, and felt a little worried about Jiang Yi.

It was indeed too hasty. They didn't even give face to the Emperor of Dali and directly killed him. The usually high and mighty Emperor of Dali would definitely lose face.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Zhenyi, who was originally somewhat gloomy, suddenly laughed out loud and cursed softly: "Asshole!"

When Mo Ruhai saw this, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The fact that the emperor could curse out loud showed that the emperor did not take it seriously.

"Do you think I should send out real spies to fight him properly?" Jiang Zhenyi suddenly asked.

"If that really happens, I'm afraid many people will secretly applaud." Mo Ruhai replied. He believed that the emperor would not do such a thing that would make his relatives sad and his enemies happy.

Jiang Zhenyi shook his head and said, "I believe there are people who are more anxious than me. I hope the spies under Xiao Shiba can hold on." After saying that, he glanced in the direction of Shu Liu Palace.

Mo Ruhai was also a little worried, and couldn't help but hesitated and asked: "Will the emperor send someone to help Prince Yi?"

"Hmph, I'm too free to help him!" Jiang Zhen snorted angrily.

Mo Ruhai smiled when he saw this. The emperor, who usually did not show his emotions, had never been so emotional.

"True gold is refined in fierce fire. Only after countless baptisms of blood can one be considered a qualified intelligence espionage personnel!" Jiang Zhenyi said softly, and Mo Ruhai lowered his eyes again. Silence returned to the Ding Courtyard.

In the northern border of Dali, in a huge and solemn mansion, a dignified and beautiful woman sat there. She was wearing a slim red and yellow battle robe, which added a touch of heroic spirit to her dignity.

The woman was none other than Mu Xiruo, the wife of Prince Duan who ruled the vast Northern Frontier. On her knees sat a little girl of about four or five years old, sleeping soundly. She was wearing a jade bracelet and her brows looked very much like Jiang Yi.

"Your father is so powerful that he even cleared out your mother's people!"

Mu Xiruo was a little angry and amused, but secretly praised it. This was not a bad thing, but the premise was that it could withstand the joint counterattack of many forces.

"Xiao Youning, do you think mother should send someone to help your father?"

But Jiang Youning didn't respond except for smacking his lips while sleeping soundly.

"Hmph, mother is the one who is worried about this. Let your omnipotent father handle it himself..."

(End of this chapter)