I'm in Yellow Maple Valley, and I have one equipment slot!

Read Chapter 227, "Refining the Natal Flying Sword! Han Li's Request!", now to begin today's exciting content.

"Senior Brother Zhou, actually, I've come to see you this time with another request..."

Han Li suddenly spoke.

His tone carried a hint of hesitation.

"What is it? Please speak freely."

Zhou Yuan was in a great mood because he had obtained six Ten-Thousand-Year Golden Thunder Bamboos, and his face was full of smiles.

He carefully put away the storage bag containing the Golden Thunder Bamboo and looked at Han Li with great interest.

"Not long ago, I discovered an ancient elixir recipe..."

Han Li carefully considered his words, "However, the main ingredient of this egg is a demon core that can be transformed. It requires hunting down an eighth-level tortoise demon."

He paused, then explained:

"With my strength, hunting an eighth-level turtle demon would be very difficult. However, if my senior brother could help, it would be much easier."

Zhou Yuan did not answer immediately.

Seeing this, Han Li quickly added:

"I know the location of a transformed turtle demon's lair. When the time comes, I'll only take the demon core; everything else will belong to my senior brother. In addition, I've prepared a three-thousand-year-old Blood Dragon Grass as payment for my senior brother's help."

He took out a jade box from his storage bag, opened the lid, and inside lay a spirit herb that was entirely crimson.

The leaves of that spiritual herb resembled dragon claws, and its roots resembled a dragon's body. It exuded a rich aura of blood, making it clear at a glance that it was no ordinary herb.

Blood Dragon Grass is a key ingredient in ancient alchemical formulas for refining body-tempering pills, and it is extremely rare.

A piece that is three thousand years old is priceless.

Zhou Yuan's eyes lit up.

"good!"

He immediately agreed and took the Blood Dragon Grass into his possession.

For him, hunting down an eighth-level transformed demon was a piece of cake.

"Junior brother, that transformed demon beast won't leave anytime soon, will it?" Zhou Yuan asked.

"No." Han Li nodded firmly. "I've observed it for months. Its nest is very fixed and it won't move anytime soon."

"Alright. I'll refine my natal magic weapon first, which should be completed within about six months."

Zhou Yuandao.

He looked around and chose a sheltered cliff face on the deserted island.

With a wave of his hand, he unleashed several sword beams, creating a simple cave dwelling.

"Junior brother, please wait here for a moment."

Zhou Yuan entered the cave, casually set up several restrictions, and sat down cross-legged.

……

Inside the cave, Zhou Yuan began refining his natal magic weapon.

He took a deep breath to calm himself.

The first step is to refine the Golden Thunder Bamboo.

He opened his mouth and exhaled, a ball of infant fire surging out and enveloping the first Golden Thunder Bamboo.

As the golden bamboo was burned by the infant fire, it made a soft "crackling" sound, and the faint golden light on its surface began to fade slowly.

The emerald green texture inside was revealed.

Seven days and seven nights, without sleep or rest.

With the support of his equipment slots, Zhou Yuan's mana was virtually inexhaustible, and he did not feel weak even after continuously spewing out infant fire.

His divine sense was firmly locked onto the golden thunder bamboo, controlling the temperature of the infant fire and meticulously removing any impurities.

Seven days later, the entire Golden Thunder Bamboo was finally cleansed of all impurities and refined into a fist-sized, viscous, turquoise liquid.

Zhou Yuan was overjoyed as he looked at the small amount of liquid and continued to refine the remaining few.

A month later, all six Golden Thunder Bamboos were successfully refined.

Six clumps of emerald-green liquid floated in front of him, like six green suns, illuminating the entire cave with a lush green glow.

Next, we'll work on the sword blank.

Zhou Yuan took out the golden page from his storage bag and carefully studied the weapon-refining method recorded on it once again.

After confirming that everything was correct, he raised his hand and set up a magic array in the cave to assist in refining weapons.

The magic array was activated, and seventy-two pillars of fire erupted from the array, enveloping the seventy-two clumps of green liquid!

Under the manipulation of Zhou Yuan's powerful divine sense and the power of the magic array, the green liquid in those pillars of fire began to slowly deform.

Little by little, the round shape was stretched and flattened, and then the four- or five-inch-long sword blanks gradually took shape.

Seventy-two sword blanks were forged simultaneously!

If it were an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator, their divine sense would be unable to keep track of so many sword embryos at the same time.

However, Zhou Yuan's spiritual sense far surpassed that of the late Nascent Soul stage, and forging seventy-two sword embryos at the same time was not a difficult task for him.

Soon, seventy-two emerald green liquid flying swords appeared in the various pillars of fire, their blades shimmering with a vibrant green light.

Zhou Yuan did not stop.

He carefully followed the forging method, putting each auxiliary material into the pillar of fire, allowing them to fuse with the sword blank.

The proportions of each ingredient, the timing of their addition, and the temperature at which they are blended are all meticulously controlled.

Then, he summoned seventy-two pillars of fire again, allowing the flying sword to enter them, and began refining it once more.

The process went extremely smoothly.

Finally, after all the materials were added, Zhou Yuan began to use his divine sense to inscribe some miniature magic arrays on the flying sword, which he didn't quite understand.

Those magic arrays came from records in the golden pages, each one incredibly ingenious. He only needed to follow the instructions exactly, making sure they were identical to the magic weapon diagrams that were originally included in the golden pages.

This is an extremely delicate task that allows no room for error.

However, Zhou Yuan's divine sense was strong enough that he meticulously imprinted all the magic arrays on the seventy-two flying swords.

You're done!

Zhou Yuan opened his mouth and inhaled, and the seventy-two emerald green flying swords transformed into streaks of light, which he swallowed into his dantian.

They surrounded the nascent soul, slowly rotating and radiating a warm spiritual light.

It only took four months in total to refine the magical artifacts.

It was faster than he expected.

Zhou Yuan stood up and pushed open the stone door of the cave.

Han Li was sitting cross-legged on a rock not far away, resting with his eyes closed. Sensing Zhou Yuan coming out, he quickly got up.

"Senior brother, is it done?"

"It's done."

Zhou Yuan nodded and smiled, "Let's go."

……

Not long after.

Zhou Yuan and Han Li used a teleportation array built by a medium-sized force in the Star Sea to once again arrive at the sea area near Qiyuan Island.

Led by Han Li, the two flew for several days and arrived at a remote sea area.

This place is full of reefs, with strong undercurrents, and rarely visited by people.

"It's that island over there."

Han Li pointed to a deserted island in front of him and lowered his voice, "That transformed turtle demon lives in a deep pool on the island."

Zhou Yuan scanned the deserted island with his divine sense and indeed sensed a dense demonic aura lingering in the heart of the island.

"Wait here."

Zhou Yuan's figure flickered, and he flew silently toward the deserted island.

He concealed his aura, and like a falling leaf, silently landed beside the deep pool in the heart of the island.

The pool was deep and dark, as black as ink, and a huge black shadow could be vaguely seen moving slowly at the bottom.

Zhou Yuan did not hesitate.

With a thought, eight of the seventy-two Azure Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords in his dantian emerged and transformed into eight streams of emerald light, hovering in front of him.

Lightning flashed across the sword, emitting a soft hum.

at the same time--

The Twelve Stabs of the Divine Court!

Twelve invisible and shadowless divine consciousness spikes instantly pierced the sea of ​​consciousness of the dark figure at the bottom of the pool!

A muffled groan came from the bottom of the pool, and the dark figure froze abruptly!

It was this moment of stillness—

Zhou Yuan raised his hand and pointed!

Eight streams of emerald light shot into the pool like lightning, piercing through the water layer that was more than ten feet deep, and precisely stabbed into the turtle demon's body!

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

The next moment, blood gushed out of the water!

The massive body of the level eight turtle demon in the water was cleaved into several pieces by the eight flying swords!