This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

Wang Jingshu frowned deeply, and Yan Zangfeng's murderous intent was already emanating from his body.

The long sword inside the fire dragon's belly began to take shape. Once this sword was completed under Yan Cangfeng's mindset, it would surely become a deadly weapon.

Moreover, because it contains meteorite divine light iron, this is at least a vicious sword of the spiritual treasure level.

If Yan Zangfeng were to try to control it with his current cultivation level, he would most likely be turned against by the sword and become a killing machine.

However, if she intervenes forcefully at this point, the sword will be completely destroyed.

On the other side, Yan Zangfeng was also caught in a dilemma.

The hatred for his mother, his brother, and so many others in the Yan family constantly gnawed at him. Only by killing could he bring peace to his loved ones, and only by killing could he make the Hidden Sword Manor pay for its blood debt.

But another voice kept echoing in his heart.

Those were the words his mentor said when he first took him to practice killing:

"A sword technique that can only kill cannot be considered subpar..."

Swordsmanship should not be used only for killing.

If it can't be used to kill people, then what else can it be used for?

At this moment, the sword had begun to take shape, but the final step was not yet complete, and a strong aura of malevolence emanated from its blade...

Wang Jingshu sighed helplessly upon seeing this.

"In that case, you're simply not destined to have this sword..."

After saying that, Wang Jingshu planned to stop the forging and destroy the sword.

She could not allow a murderous sword to be forged in her own hands; it would not only affect her merits but also harm Yan Zangfeng.

With a thought, the fire dragon began to change.

However, just as the murderous sword was about to be destroyed, Wang Jingshu suddenly stopped.

"what?"

Wang Jingshu was somewhat surprised.

Because she discovered that the core of this malevolent sword actually contained a trace of vast light.

Wang Jingshu turned to look at Yan Zangfeng, and saw that his originally ferocious face began to soften slowly.

The murderous aura emanating from him gradually subsided.

The emotional turmoil subsided.

Wang Jingshu's brows relaxed, and she smiled with satisfaction:

"Not bad. Being able to turn back in time and suppress one's inner demons shows a superior level of composure."

As soon as he finished speaking, the longsword's demeanor changed drastically.

The malevolent aura gradually subsided, replaced by an extreme sharpness, making it clear at a glance that this sword possessed astonishing killing power.

This time, Wang Jingshu was also somewhat impressed.

Yan Zangfeng was able to transform his killing intent into killing power; such a temperament already surpasses that of the vast majority of swordsmen in the world.

Although it's only a difference of one word, it makes a world of difference.

The urge to kill can easily make people lose their rationality, thus backfiring on themselves.

However, the killing power is under control and used for one's own purposes.

Yan Zangfeng surprised Wang Jingshu.

As time passed, the sword embryo became more and more stable.

About two hours later, a sword's cry suddenly rang out.

Wang Jingshu's eyes lit up.

"It's done..."

Then she pointed a finger at Yan Zangfeng's heart and extracted a drop of his heart's blood.

The blood transformed into a rune in mid-air and imprinted itself on the sword, instantly merging into it.

In an instant, Yan Zangfeng, who was meditating, sensed the presence of the longsword. It was as if they were inseparable, their minds in perfect harmony.

With a wave of her hand, Wang Jingshu dispelled the fire dragon and used her magic to cool the longsword.

Turning to Yan Zangfeng, he said:

"Try to summon it..."

Yan Zangfeng nodded in delight, his eyes fixed on the longsword. With a thought, the longsword slowly floated toward him.

But his stumbling and unsteady manner was as innocent as that of a child who had just learned to walk.

The moment the longsword was in his hand, Yan Zangfeng felt a jolt in his heart; he could actually sense the emotions emanating from the sword.

It was a feeling of warmth, excitement, and a touch of confusion.

Yan Zangfeng raised his hand and stroked the blade, his eyes filled with joy.

"A fine sword... To me, this is the best sword in the world..."

Wang Jingshu nodded slightly and said:

"This is indeed a rare and precious sword, extremely sharp, and with the addition of divine materials such as meteorite divine light iron, its quality is almost comparable to a second-rate immortal weapon."

"It's just that because your master's strength is too weak, your heart's blood cannot make it go further, break through that barrier, and truly reach the level of a celestial weapon. Therefore, it can only be considered a spiritual treasure-level sword."

Yan Zangfeng didn't care at all and nodded, saying:

"For me now, this is more than enough. I might not be able to defend against better weapons..."

Wang Jingshu smiled with satisfaction:

"It's good that you think that way. Let's give it a name..."

Suppressing his excitement, Yan Zangfeng looked up at Wang Jingshu and said respectfully:

"This sword was a gift from my master. I would like to ask my master to name it."

Wang Jingshu's gaze was calm as she examined the sword.

Thoughts gradually formed in my mind.

"In my Taoist scriptures, there is a guardian star deity named Yaoguang, also known as Pojun."

"His duties are to monitor right and wrong among people, punish evil and promote good, and preside over matters of killing and warfare in the world."

"The sharpness of this sword is unparalleled in the world; it is the embodiment of ultimate killing power."

"How about we name it Yao Guang?"

Yan Zangfeng murmured the two words "Yaoguang" softly, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

"Thank you for the name, Master. From now on, it will be called Yaoguang..."

Wang Jingshu smiled and said:

"Not just it, but you too..."

Yan Zangfeng was taken aback by what he heard, somewhat confused.

Wang Jingshu didn't explain, she just waved her hand and said:

"Let's go outside and talk. In the future, whenever you have time, come here often to meditate and cultivate yourself. It will be of great benefit to you."

Yan Zangfeng quickly followed and left the sea of ​​lava.

Upon exiting the cave, I discovered that it was already late at night, with a dazzling Milky Way stretching across the sky overhead.

Yan Zangfeng suddenly felt something and raised his hand to look at the Yaoguang Sword in his hand.

Even the sword's surface was twinkling with starlight.

As if a blessing had descended upon him, Yan Zangfeng circulated his inner energy and pointed his sword at the sky.

Then a wondrous sight appeared: high in the heavens, far beyond the horizon, a ray of starlight descended and shone upon the Yao Guang Sword, making the entire sword resemble a star fallen to earth, shining brilliantly.

Yan Zangfeng trembled, feeling as if the longsword in his hand contained a terrifying power that was almost beyond his control.

He could only let out a low growl and thrust his sword fiercely towards the valley before him.

The force exploded, causing the earth to tremble.

A silver-purple sword aura, several meters long, flew out and struck the mountain wall not far away.

"boom..."

A loud bang was heard, dust billowed up, and the ground beneath our feet shook.

Yan Zangfeng stared at the scene in disbelief, seemingly unable to believe that he himself had delivered the sword strike.

When the smoke and dust cleared, a huge sword mark was clearly visible on the mountain wall.

Wang Jingshu looked at the sword mark and nodded gently.

"Indeed, this sword strike is enough to kill a sixth-level expert."

Yan Zangfeng was even more incredulous; he was only at the fourth level of cultivation, yet he had delivered a sword strike at the sixth level...

"Hidden Edge, this sword is incomparably sharp and exudes an extremely strong killing aura."

"Although you have a good character and can turn back when you are lost, you must still remember not to fall into the wrong path. You must practice the 'Taiyi Golden Flower Secret' that I have passed on to you every day without slacking off."

Hearing Wang Jingshu's serious tone, Yan Zangfeng immediately suppressed the pride that had just arisen in his heart and hurriedly said respectfully:

"Your disciple will humbly follow your teachings..."

Wang Jingshu nodded, her gaze lingering on Yan Zangfeng, and smiled slightly:

"From this day forward, I bestow upon you the Daoist name Yaoguang, making you the second disciple of my lineage of Jinghong Daojun, and a second-generation follower of Taoism."

"The six-month period has come to an end. It's time for your master to continue traveling the world. Yaoguang, take care..."

Yan Zangfeng didn't react for a moment. Wang Jingshu didn't waste any words. Her figure slowly rose into the air and finally transformed into a sword light, disappearing under the starry sky.