Huangxiu

Chapter 1207 Bait
Zhao Ruilin gave a wry smile.

"What, you can't bear to part with it?" Zhu Lingyun looked at him calmly.

Zhao Ruilin sighed and said, "Your Majesty, if I say that the Giant Spirit Sword is lost, you won't believe me, will you?"

"What do you think?!" Zhu Lingyun said irritably, "How come you didn't lose yourself?!"

"Senior brother, the Giant Spirit Sword is a spiritual weapon that you refined," Sun Haoyang said, puzzled. "You could still sense it even if you lost it, right?"

“It was stolen,” Zhao Ruilin said.

Hu Chengxiang frowned: "The person who could steal the Giant Spirit Sword, could it be...that guy?"

He looked at Zhu Lingyun: "Divine Lord, can you steal your senior brother's Giant Spirit Sword without being discovered?"

Zhu Lingyun nodded.

Hu Chengxiang said, "Looks like it's that guy again! ...Sneaking around like that, it's really infuriating!"

Zhu Lingyun's expression grew increasingly grim, and he coldly asked, "Really lost?"

Zhao Ruilin smiled bitterly: "Even if I were bold, I wouldn't dare to lie to the God. The Giant Spirit Sword has completely lost contact and its whereabouts are unknown."

"Looks like it's him." Zhu Lingyun sneered, "He's asking for death!"

He hesitated for a moment, then said calmly, "Bring me a sword, preferably a good one."

Zhao Ruilin drew his longsword from his waist: "This is the longsword I used before, and it's a treasured sword."

The longsword was flawless, its surface shimmering with the light of snow.

Zhu Lingyun said, "Use the refining method of the Giant Spirit Sword to refine it once."

Without saying a word, Zhao Ruilin immediately activated the refining technique, refining the sword as if it were a giant spirit sword.

A moment later, the sword faintly glowed with a red light.

The red light then disappeared into the sword.

Zhao Ruilin shook his head.

Although this sword is a precious sword, it is not a giant spirit sword. It lacks spirituality and cannot fully integrate the aura it has condensed.

No matter how much it is refined, it is still just a separate sword, and its connection with itself will not be close, nor will it become one with its flesh and blood.

Zhu Lingyun said calmly, "Wait a moment."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his eyes and closed his gaze, forming a strange hand seal with his palms, and muttered something under his breath.

The three of them suddenly shivered, glanced around, and saw nothing unusual.

The surrounding temperature dropped instantly, as if we had fallen into an ice cellar.

Their gaze turned to Zhu Lingyun.

Zhu Lingyun's palms underwent a strange transformation, becoming hazy as if placed in clear spring water.

The hand seals appeared to move as if the palms were swaying in water, causing the light to distort slightly.

The chilling aura emanated from his body, spreading to the surroundings and making them feel as if they had fallen into a freezing cellar.

Zhu Lingyun suddenly spoke up: "Smear your heart's blood onto the sword and refine it again."

Zhao Ruilin bit his index finger, and a drop of blood seeped from the tip. He gently wiped it onto the sword.

At the same time, the refining process began, and the red light of the sword reflected the blood, merging back into the sword.

Zhu Lingyun gently flicked his index finger with his left hand.

The sword suddenly flew up and hovered in front of him.

He then formed a hand seal with both hands, pointing continuously at the longsword. Suddenly, he bit his index finger, from which a golden-red bead oozed out.

It looked as if a red bead had been coated with a layer of gold powder, making it look extremely unusual.

The golden-red bead spread through the air, forming a purple-gold mist that, guided by an invisible force, slowly enveloped the longsword.

Sun Haoyang's eyes widened immediately, and he whispered, "What are you trying to do?"

Hu Chengxiang shook his head slightly.

Zhao Ruilin stared intently, not blinking for a moment.

Hu Chengxiang pondered for a moment and said, "Did you track down the other party through the Giant Spirit Sword?"

Sun Haoyang nodded vigorously.

Seeing that Zhao Ruilin didn't speak, Sun Haoyang asked curiously, "Senior brother, isn't that right?"

Zhao Ruilin said softly, "We should kill the opponent directly with the Giant Spirit Sword."

He could feel the chilling killing intent; the feeling of being plunged into a freezing cellar was condensed from that killing intent.

Therefore, the method being used now is not tracking, but killing.

Sun Haoyang said, "How can someone kill another person without knowing who they are? Shouldn't we find them first?"

Hu Chengxiang said, "Can't you guess that? The tracking and killing are done simultaneously."

"Does such a miraculous skill really exist in the world?" Sun Haoyang asked, half believing and half doubting.

He had never heard of such a miraculous technique.

Zhao Ruilin waved his hand and stared at Zhu Lingyun.

Zhu Lingyun kept forming one strange hand seal after another with his palms, some graceful, some ancient, some eerie, and some bizarre.

He was also muttering to himself, his hand gestures moving in perfect rhythm.

The suspended longsword is slowly changing and gradually shrinking, its shape becoming more and more like the Giant Spirit Sword.

"Amazing! This is a treasured sword! It's practically been forged!" Sun Haoyang exclaimed excitedly. "This is incredible!"

To be able to transform a longsword into a short sword simply by using one's aura and hand seals is utterly unbelievable. What kind of formidable power is this?
Zhu Lingyun's voice rang out: "Visualize your giant spirit sword in your mind."

Zhao Ruilin solemnly replied, "Yes."

He visualized the giant spirit sword in his mind and tried hard to sense it.

Zhu Lingyun's murmured voice gradually rose, each syllable strange and peculiar, sounding both ancient and enigmatic.

Sun Haoyang tried to repeat a sentence, but found that he couldn't utter a single word.

The sound is so strange.

Zhu Lingyun suddenly stopped a hand seal and pressed it towards the short sword.

His hands suddenly lit up, and golden light condensed into a small sword that shot towards the short sword.

The two swords immediately joined together.

"laugh!"

Suddenly a figure appeared in the void, and the small sword instantly pierced the figure's heart.

"Bang!" A muffled sound came from the void.

The sound wasn't loud, but upon hearing it, they felt dizzy and their bodies swayed violently, causing them to stagger backward.

"Hmph!" Zhu Lingyun shouted.

Their minds cleared instantly, their bodies regained stability, and they stopped staggering.

"It's done?!" Sun Haoyang stared at Zhu Lingyun with shining eyes.

Zhu Lingyun's face darkened, and he shook his head.

Sun Haoyang asked in confusion, "God, were you unable to resolve this?"

Zhu Lingyun snorted and said, "I couldn't solve it. He has already mastered the Giant Spirit Sword and completed its forging!"

"Impossible!" Zhao Ruilin blurted out.

Zhu Lingyun glared at him: "Why is it impossible?"

“Your Majesty, the Giant Spirit Sword was lost not long ago, it’s impossible for it to have been forged in such a short time,” Zhao Ruilin said with certainty.

He spent a whole year refining the Giant Spirit Sword, a full year.

Forging the Giant Spirit Sword requires unwavering perseverance and relentless effort, like water dripping through stone.

The harmony between one's spirit and the Giant Spirit Sword's essence requires gradual refinement; there are no shortcuts or easy ways to achieve it in a short time.

Zhu Lingyun snorted.

Sun Haoyang said, "Senior brother, we can't do it, but the God Venerable can."

Zhao Ruilin looked at Zhu Lingyun.

Zhu Lingyun said coldly, "He must have used a trick."

"How can we take a shortcut?" Zhao Ruilin asked curiously.

Zhu Lingyun said, "Use secret techniques to instantly enhance spiritual power, not through fusion, but through overwhelming force to control the sword spirit."

“I see…” Zhao Ruilin understood the meaning of those words.

One is about fit, the other is about control.

One is accompanied by a sword spirit, the other is enslaved by a sword spirit.

These two different attitudes stem from different levels of strength.

Sun Haoyang said, "God, does that mean we can't get the Giant Spirit Sword back?"

Zhu Lingyun snorted, "Kill him and take back the Giant Spirit Sword!"

"Yes, kill him!" Sun Haoyang quickly agreed, "But how do we kill him?"

Zhu Lingyun squinted, looking around and then into the distance.

Sun Haoyang had a sudden inspiration and quickly said, "Use us as bait?"

Zhu Lingyun said calmly, "This is the only way."

Sun Haoyang gritted his teeth and said, "Retrieving the Giant Spirit Sword is the most important thing. We must kill him! ...I'll be the bait!"

Zhu Lingyun said, "Have you thought this through? You might lose your life."

“So what if he dies? It’s no big deal!” Sun Haoyang said. “As long as we can kill him, that’s all that matters.”

Zhu Lingyun looked at Zhao Ruilin and Hu Chengxiang.

Both of them looked unwell.

“God…” Zhao Ruilin said, “Junior Brother Sun may not be able to lure him out, so let me do it.”

"Senior brother!" Sun Haoyang said with dissatisfaction, "I have a worthless life, but you are different."

“Junior brother, stop talking,” Zhao Ruilin waved his hand and looked at Zhu Lingyun: “I beg the God to grant me something to save my life.”

"Hmm..." Zhu Lingyun pondered, "I will bestow upon you a secret technique that can double your strength, but will severely deplete your vital energy, requiring you to rest for one or two years."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Zhao Ruilin solemnly clasped his hands in thanks.

Chu Zhiyuan, who was a mile away, heard this plan and shook his head with a smile.

This deity possesses many secret techniques, but his actual strength is far less than he imagined.

The most likely explanation is that the God's strength lies in spiritual power, and since I have mastered the first level of the Heavenly Origin Technique, spiritual power is also my forte.

(End of this chapter)