Gao Wu: Oh no! Young Master Zhen is a cultivator!

Lin Ran turned to Lu Huai'an: "Does the sect have any weapon-refining traditions?"

"Yes, there is." Lu Huai'an nodded quickly: "The Thousand Forging Secrets is the most complete weapon-refining method passed down by the Qingxuan Sect."

"Give it to me."

"Yes, I'll be right back."

Before long, a thick book was delivered to Lin Ran.

Lin Ran spent several hours searching and finally found a way to repair the immortal sword.

"We need Geng metal as the repair material, and we also need a high-grade refining furnace."

The Lord of Xuan Chen interjected, "The Golden Crystal Marrow was a good material for repair back then, but it was used up in the refinement of the Cave Heaven within the Pot."

"It's alright, there should always be something usable in the sect's treasury."

Lin Ran searched through the treasure vault for a long time but only found a few low-grade ores.

"Your Qingxuan Sect is too poor."

Lu Huai'an stood to the side, looking embarrassed.

Lin Ran suddenly remembered something and took out a storage bag from the Nine Heavens Pendant.

It was Lu Wangchuan's storage bag, which he hadn't had a chance to open yet.

He used his spiritual power to break the seal on the bag and poured out its contents.

Splash!

A pile of spirit stones and materials were scattered all over the ground.

Thousands of high-grade spirit stones, several high-grade magic treasures, and a pile of high-level materials.

One of the fist-sized, dark gold metal blocks exuded a strong aura of sharpness.

"Geng metal," the Lord of Xuan Chen said with certainty.

Lin Ran picked up the Gengjin and weighed it in his hand, then laughed and said, "It seems this old man has saved up quite a bit of money on his own."

He packed up all his belongings and waved to Lu Huai'an.

"Alright, go ahead and get busy. Prepare Lu Wangchuan's cave dwelling; I need it."

"Yes, ma'am."

Lu Huai'an left the treasure vault, closing the stone door behind him.

Lin Ran sat cross-legged in the treasure vault, arranging the immortal sword, Geng metal, and refining materials.

The "Secret Manual of Thousand Refinements" was already memorized, and the method for repairing the immortal sword was thoroughly understood.

He first activated his spiritual power, and flames surged from his palm, enveloping the Geng metal within.

The dark gold metal block slowly melted in the flames, the impurities turned into black smoke and dissipated, leaving only a ball of liquid with flowing golden light suspended in mid-air.

Lin Ran made a hand seal with his left hand, condensing spiritual energy into a fine needle, which probed deep into the cracks in the sword, carefully removing the remaining debris and rust from the cracks.

This step tests patience the most; if the fine needle of spiritual energy deviates even slightly, it will widen the original crack.

He spent almost half an hour cleaning up all the cracks in the sword, revealing a clean fracture surface.

The liquid metal, guided by spiritual energy, slowly seeped into the cracks, from the tip of the sword to the hilt, leaving no spot untouched.

Zizizi!

The moment the liquid gold came into contact with the sword, sparks flew, and the metal at the edge of the crack melted slightly, merging with the liquid gold.

Lin Ran increased his spiritual power output, causing the temperature to rise steadily. The liquid Gengjin completely seeped into the cracks, fitting perfectly with the original material of the sword.

The pits and nicks on the sword's surface were filled with molten gold, and the excess metal was scraped away under the control of spiritual power, leaving only a smooth metal surface.

The cracks disappeared completely, and the sword returned to its original shape.

The most mentally taxing step is achieving spiritual connection.

Lin Ran suspended the longsword above the flames, and spiritual energy seeped into the sword's texture like unraveling silk, repeatedly combing along the original spiritual flow.

The spiritual patterns on the sword flickered, like rusty gears being forcibly brought back to life.

One day passed, two days passed, three days passed.

Lin Ran worked tirelessly, consuming a high-grade spirit stone to replenish his spiritual energy when it was almost depleted, and continued to refine the spiritual essence.

On the morning of the fourth day, the last spiritual rune lit up, and the entire sword body shone with light. The Geng metal at the crack merged with the main body, and no trace of repair could be seen with the naked eye.

A clear, resonant sword cry emanated from the cave, echoing throughout the back mountain.

Lin Ran opened his eyes, the long sword in his hand gleaming coldly, its blade slicing through the air with a low hum.

"It's done."

The Lord of Xuan Chen spoke with a hint of admiration: "A superior-grade immortal sword, at the level of a postnatal spiritual treasure. Your talent in learning it so quickly is truly enviable."

"Of course, I'm a genius!" Lin Ran swung his sword, drawing a perfect arc in the air.

The sword trembled slightly, its spiritual energy flowing through it, and its feel was far superior to that of the Jinghong Sword.

"Now I have another handy weapon."

Lord Xuan Chen reminded him, "Now that the immortal sword has been repaired, it should have a name."

"Hmm, that makes sense." Lin Ran said thoughtfully.

He placed the longsword across his lap, his fingertips tracing the metal pattern on the blade, which stretched from the hilt to the tip, like a golden dragon coiled around the sword.

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword trembled violently.

A dragon's roar erupted from the depths of the sword, deep and resonant, causing dust to fall from the stone walls of the treasure vault.

Lin Ran loosened his grip, and the Youlong Sword flew out of his hand, hovering in mid-air with its tip pointing upwards, the Gengjin patterns gleaming with dazzling golden light.

Almost simultaneously, the entire Qingxuan Sect erupted in chaos.

In the forbidden area behind the mountain, the sword at Lu Huai'an's waist trembled violently, its hilt clanging against the scabbard.

"What's going on?" He grabbed the sword hilt, channeling his spiritual energy into it and pressing down hard.

The sword was completely unresponsive; with a hum, it broke free of its sheath and transformed into a streak of light, shooting into the sky.

Outside the council hall, a Golden Core disciple was traveling on his sword when the sword beneath his feet suddenly flipped over and threw him off.

"Ouch!"

The man fell onto the steps, while the sword shot into the sky.

In the alchemy room, the martial arts arena, and the disciples' residences, one flying sword after another soared into the sky.

The Golden Core disciples and Nascent Soul elders alike could no longer control their own weapons.

Dozens of sword lights soared into the sky from all parts of the Qingxuan Sect, densely packed like hornets whose nest had been disturbed.

All the flying swords converged above the treasure vault, forming a large circle with their tips pointing downwards, bowing towards the treasure vault.

Amidst the interplay of spiritual light and soaring sword energy, the scene was so spectacular it sent chills down one's spine.

Lu Huai'an looked up at the large circle of flying swords in the sky, his mouth opening and closing for a long time.

"What... what's going on?"

The Nascent Soul elder beside him was also dumbfounded: "I can't even control my natal flying sword!"

The flying swords hovered in the sky for several dozen breaths before finally, as if drunk, swaying and scattering, each falling back to its master.

Lu Huai'an caught his sword, the blade still trembling slightly.

He looked down at the sword, then looked up at the direction of the back mountain, his expression complex.

Inside the treasure vault, Lin Ran raised his hand and the Youlong Sword landed steadily in his palm.

Lord Xuanchen clicked his tongue in admiration: "What a fine name! The Geng metal patterns on this sword do indeed resemble a swimming dragon."

Lin Ran flicked the blade of his sword; the lingering echo of the dragon's roar remained, clear and resonant.

"Graceful as a startled swan, lithe as a swimming dragon, these two flying swords of mine will surely dominate the Cangxuan Realm!"

"Master, you have great ambition!"

"Basic operations are not to be underestimated."

The Xuanhuang Cauldron in his sea of ​​consciousness suddenly became agitated, and a suction force enveloped the Youlong Sword.

With a thought, Lin Ran directly inserted the sword into the Nine Heavens Pendant.

"What's the rush? Maybe we can use it again later."

Losing its connection, the Xuanhuang Cauldron shook twice before returning to calm.

Lin Ran clapped his hands and took out four ox horns from the Nine Heavens Pendant.

He had buried the fierce beast's corpse under the mutated fruit tree as fertilizer, leaving only these four horns.

When I first kept this thing, I was thinking of forging a few weapons. Now that I've learned the art of weapon forging, there's no need to delay any longer.

The ox horn is entirely black, curved like a crescent moon, with a dull luster on its surface, and feels icy cold to the bone when held in the hand.

He then selected a few usable auxiliary materials from Lu Wangchuan's legacy: black iron, black gold, and a piece of thousand-year-old submerged wood—that was all he needed.

A spiritual fire rose from his palm, enveloping the first ox horn and slowly heating up.

Wisps of black smoke rose from the surface of the ox horn, impurities were gradually forced out, and the originally rough shell became smooth and shiny.

Lin Ran made a hand seal with his left hand, and spiritual energy condensed into an invisible carving knife, which began to shape the horn following the internal texture.

With each inch the carving knife made, the ox horn became thinner, eventually forming the rough shape of a dagger.