This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

Li Daoxuan took a deep look at Wang Jingshu. He hadn't realized that this female disciple had a pure and innocent heart.

On the surface, Wang Jingshu is the most active one, but in reality, her heart is the purest and cleanest.

Only in this way could she remain completely unaffected by the fire elemental power of the Xuanhuang Cauldron.

With such a state of mind, if one can enter the path of enlightenment, one's future achievements will surely be limitless.

Unfortunately, Wang Jingshu's ambitions lay elsewhere.

Well, Li Daoxuan is not an old-fashioned person. He is a person of the new era, with an open mind, and will not be confined to a certain choice.

Since Wang Jingshu doesn't like to comprehend Taoist magic, let her follow the path she prefers.

A master's role is not to control his disciple's life, but to stand behind him and watch over him as he moves forward, protecting him until he grows from a toddler to someone who can withstand the storms of life.

"Jing Shu, watch carefully and see how your master forges a sword."

Li Daoxuan reminded him with a smile.

Wang Jingshu nodded repeatedly; she was interested in anything related to swords.

Inside the Xuanhuang Cauldron, the hammer formed from golden light continued to strike, and the mass of solution noticeably shrank.

This hammering process took quite a while; the small golden hammer had already fallen thousands or tens of thousands of times.

Wang Jingshu kept her eyes open and watched intently, showing no impatience whatsoever.

As Qingfeng and Mingyue gradually awoke from their meditative state, they were able to barely resist the power of the fire element after regulating their breathing and calming their minds.

When they saw that Wang Jingshu remained completely unaffected, the two were quite surprised.

Time flies by quietly, and a day has passed in the blink of an eye.

Li Daoxuan, who had been sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, formed a hand seal, and shouted in a deep voice:

"After tempering and refining, it is shaped."

The three of them were jolted awake and instantly became alert.

Then Li Daoxuan spoke:

"Qingfeng, Mingyue, Jingshu, the next step is crucial. I want you to concentrate and silently visualize your swords in your minds. What kind of swords do you want it to be? What characteristics do you want it to have? This will directly affect the quality of the finished sword. Remember, there can be no wavering, otherwise all your efforts will be in vain."

The three men, with solemn expressions, replied in unison:

"Yes."

They then closed their eyes and began to visualize their swords.

Li Daoxuan cast a spell, and three ribbon-like strands of spiritual light immediately emanated from the Xuanhuang Cauldron, connecting to the foreheads of the three people.

At the same time, Li Daoxuan immediately sensed the thoughts in the minds of the three.

In Qingfeng's visualization, his sword seemed like a spring breeze, gently brushing across the mountains and rivers, carrying a vigorous and upward force, bringing spring back to the world and making all things grow.

Unlike the gentle breeze, in her mind, the sword was like the moonlight falling from the sky, and within the cold and desolate atmosphere, there seemed to be a glimmer of hope.

Finally, it was Wang Jingshu's turn. Li Daoxuan was very curious about what kind of sword she would visualize.

However, when Li Daoxuan entered Wang Jingshu's world of visualization, he discovered that what she was visualizing was indeed just a sword, a sword with a long blade and a sharp edge, without any other meaning.

A sword is just a sword.

Li Daoxuan frowned slightly, wondering if he should remind Wang Jingshu that she could imbue her sword with some special meaning.

Just as this thought arose, Wang Jingshu's visualization suddenly changed.

The sword, so simple, still looked the same, but now it had an extra hand—a hand that held the sword.

Li Daoxuan recognized it; it was Wang Jingshu's own hand.

The moment that hand grasped the sword, the sword acquired its purpose.

Wang Jingshu held her sword high and thrust it towards the void before her.

In an instant, a cold glint pierced the void and darkness, and an ultimate sword light stretched across the heavens and earth.

This was the purest sword strike, as if everything in the world would be shattered by this single blow.

Li Daoxuan was startled, and suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment.

It turns out that a sword never needs any other meaning; a sword is simply a sword.

The key lies in the person wielding the sword and the purpose of drawing it.

True swordsmen and sword immortals don't have many complicated thoughts, because having a sword in their hand is enough.

"I see. It seems I, as the master, have been far too ignorant..."

Li Daoxuan was genuinely gratified, and suddenly felt that Mingyue's words might actually become a reality in the near future.

Wang Jingshu possesses the qualities of a sword immortal.

As the three of them successfully completed their visualization, the pool of swirling liquid inside the Xuanhuang Cauldron quietly split into three parts, which slowly took shape under Li Daoxuan's incantation.

Three sword embryos of different shapes gradually solidified and floated inside the Xuanhuang Cauldron, rising and falling slightly with the Xuanhuang Qi within the cauldron.

Li Daoxuan then took a drop of blood from each of the three men and used the art of weapon forging to transform the blood into runes and integrate them into the sword embryo.

The flames inside the Xuanhuang Cauldron went out, and the Xuanhuang Qi transformed into rootless water, which was used to quench the three swords.

Thus, the three swords were forged.

"rise..."

Li Daoxuan raised his hand and drew the Xuanhuang Cauldron open, releasing three sword lights.

As if by telepathy, the three reached out and firmly grasped the sword that belonged only to them.

In an instant, a soothing sensation spread through their hearts. From the moment they grasped the sword, they felt as if the sword was a part of their body, an extension of their limbs.

This was completely different from ordinary iron and common weapons in the secular world, far exceeding their imagination. The group couldn't help but marvel at Li Daoxuan's extraordinary abilities.

"Although the swords have been forged, this is only the beginning. The swords in your hands were all shaped by your own vision and formed with your own blood to bind the spirits of the people and the weapons. From this moment on, they are not just cold weapons, but also your companions."

"So take good care of it, cherish it, and it will grow with you and serve you throughout your lives."

Li Daoxuan's voice rang out softly, carrying a hint of weariness that was hard to conceal.

Seeing this, the three disciples came to their senses, turned around, and bowed to Li Daoxuan, saying:

"Thank you, Master, for bestowing upon me the sword..."

Li Daoxuan smiled and said:

"There's no need for excessive formalities between master and disciple."

Wang Jingshu looked at the long sword in her hand with delight; it was exactly the same sword she had imagined.

Although she hadn't seen many swords, she instinctively felt that this was how swords should be.

"Master, Master, what is the name of my sword?"

Wang Jingshu held the sword and asked excitedly.

Li Daoxuan shook his head.

"It's your sword, so you should name it."

Wang Jingshu looked at the sword in her hand thoughtfully, but after a moment, her eyes lit up, and she looked up at Li Daoxuan and said:

"Master, how about I call it 'Yi Ru' from now on?"

Li Daoxuan, Qingfeng, and Mingyue all looked at Wang Jingshu in surprise, clearly not expecting her to utter such a profound and even Daoist-inspired name.

Wang Jingshu was naive and unaware of her own ignorance; she simply held the sword with obvious affection and turned to ask Qingfeng and Mingyue.

"Senior brothers and sisters, what are your swords called?"

Qingfeng regained her senses, already knowing the answer in her heart, and replied softly:

"My sword has a simple name: Spring Breeze."

Mingyue replied calmly:

"Moonlight..."

Just like the spring breeze and the moonlight.

Who knows what kind of world-renowned splendor these three swords, born from the same root, will possess many years from now?