Chapter 1070: Reforging the Body, the Blazing Sun Physique

Tempering the body is very arduous, and it is also a lengthy process.

In the first month, Huang Yan was almost on the verge of collapse; the suffering he endured was several times, even dozens of times, what he had before. In just one month, it was more arduous, more painful, more tormenting than the sum of his previous life.

Qinglong Daoren personally forged this disciple, beating him to the brink of death; besides soaking in medicinal baths, there were various brutal beatings, ostensibly to help him absorb the medicine's effects, so he could adapt to his body faster and strengthen it faster.

This step was enough to make him miserable; during that period, the entire Longshe Shan echoed with Huang Yan's miserable cries. Several times, Elder Xinran feared Huang Yan couldn't bear it and wanted to give up; those days were truly miserable.

Those who saw it wept; those who heard it felt heartbroken.

Elder Xinran had advised several times, asking Qinglong Daoren to go easy, not be too harsh, not go too far.

The torment had to be adjusted to the situation; one couldn't just beat him all at once. As a result, in the second month everything doubled, and the poor Huang Yan endured the most terrifying torment of suppression, being thrown directly into the alchemy furnace for refining, every few days, each time emerging half-dead.

Then came various kinds of torment; incidentally, he became a guinea pig, the target of Qinglong Daoren's research, with all sorts of pills tested once, making use of waste, which could be considered compensation for Huang Yan's torment. The effect was still there: Huang Yan's body gradually recovered, and his leaking dantian was gradually repaired.

In the third month, Huang Yan adapted and began increasing the intensity again.

Then came the fourth month, the fifth month.

A year passed quietly; Huang Yan fully adapted, his physique increased manyfold, comparable to that of ordinary demonic beasts—this physique was truly formidable. Qinglong Daoren looked at his handiwork and nodded in satisfaction.

"Not bad; at last I haven't wasted my efforts. Over the past year, your body has reached the minimum requirement for cultivation."

"Huang Yan, you have made me look at you anew. I thought you wouldn't be able to persevere, but I didn't expect you to persist for a year without giving up."

"What comes next may be the true beginning of suffering. Are you ready?"

Huang Yan nodded: "Master, disciple is ready."

Over the past year, he lived a life of darkness, with only one thought in his heart: to return to the path of cultivation, go back for revenge, rather than remain a useless, dejected wretch.

Huang Yan is not that kind of person; he wants to cultivate, he wants to take revenge, he wants to return to the Huang Family.

To that end, he spared no effort to grit his teeth and endure the most terrifying step of his life.

This step is extremely hard to walk.

Huang Yan did not give up; for this day, how could he retreat?

"Very well, it seems you have made your resolve; failure means death."

"Whether you succeed or not is up to you."

Huang Yan firmly replied: "Yes, master."

"Disciple will certainly not disappoint master."

In his heart, he added a sentence.

He also would not let himself down.

Qinglong Daoren nodded in satisfaction, then took out a weapon he had prepared for Huang Yan, which he had refined over the past year, specially made for this day: a mid-grade spiritual artifact, the Blazing Sun Saber, and another mid-grade spiritual artifact, the Blazing Sun Staff, refined together.

The two spiritual artifacts, jointly produced, Qinglong Daoren took them out and handed them to Huang Yan.

"These two are both mid-grade spiritual artifacts; this is the Blazing Sun Saber, this is the Blazing Sun Staff. Their effects are similar, their power the same. You can choose which one to use as your weapon, and the other……will be used for fusion. This also counts as my gift to you upon meeting."

Huang Yan's pupils widened as he stared fixedly at the two spiritual artifacts before him; both were mid-grade spiritual artifacts, and he could feel their awe-inspiring pressure and terror.

"Master, are these all for me?"

"Not bad, they're both for you—one for fusion, one for your use." Qinglong Daoren smiled: "If you used both to fuse your body, that would be fine too; your things, how you want to use them is up to you."

"Now you decide which spiritual artifact to fuse first."

Huang Yan hesitated.

Both spiritual artifacts are strong, with great power, and both suit him very well.

These were specially refined by the master for him; the things he had given before were inferior to either of these spiritual artifacts.

Moreover, over the past year, the master has invested how many spiritual medicines and treasures into him.

All of this, Huang Yan keeps in his heart and cannot forget.

"Master, what merit do I have that you worry so much for your disciple?" Huang Yan's heart swelled with emotion.

Compared to his father, the master values him far more; his father wouldn't even give him a mid-grade spiritual artifact, let alone invest so many resources.

Compared to the Huang Family, the master is far superior.

"You are my disciple; as master, I naturally do not wish you to be weaker than others."

"My disciple of Qinglong Daoist shall, for a lifetime, not be weaker than anyone."

"Whatever I have, I will give you to use."

Qinglong Daoren doesn't care about those resources; Longshe Shan has plenty, especially spiritual medicines—Longshe Shan has them all, free to use.

He can replant and cultivate them; he grows so many spiritual medicines precisely to use them.

Furthermore, Huang Yan is his eldest disciple; this disciple is worth his investment.

"Master, disciple feels ashamed." Huang Yan bowed with clasped hands, many words unsaid, he kept them in his heart; in the future, he will surely repay the master well.

His master has been too good to him.

"Master, disciple will surely repay you a hundredfold in the future."

Qinglong Daoren waved his hand: "Enough, don't say those impractical words; start fusing your body."

Huang Yan's heart was overwhelmed with emotion; he wasn't being pretentious, today's kindness he keeps in his heart, and he will surely repay the master well in the future.

He chose to fuse the Blazing Sun Saber into his body and use the Blazing Sun Staff as his weapon; fusing one spiritual artifact is enough.

He began the fusion on the spot; Qinglong Daoren assisted him as a Dharma Protector, just in case.

Elder Xinran stood by the whole time; upon seeing the mid-grade spiritual artifact, he felt very envious.

"You really are willing to spend on this kid, taking out two mid-grade spiritual artifacts—tsk tsk."

Envy, jealousy, hatred.

Elder Xinran also wanted a spiritual artifact, but it's a shame—her sword has accompanied her for so many years, she couldn't possibly give it up.

Other spiritual artifacts, she would have no use for.

"If you want one, I can refine one for you; what are your requirements?"

Xinran Zhanglao shook their head: "Forget it, I have my sword, that's enough. Other spiritual artifacts, like my sword."

Swordsman, sword present, person present.

She could never abandon her sword; her sword is her everything.

Qinglong Daoren smiled and said: "If you need it in the future, I can help you forge it; as for materials, you need to prepare them yourself."

"No problem." Xinran Zhanglao did not refuse Qinglong Daoren's goodwill; for now it's not needed, in the future, who can say.

Three days later.

Huang Yan's body began to tremble, erupting with a scorching aura, waves of heat surging forward.

It enveloped the surroundings; Qinglong Daoren immediately sealed off the area, set up a Formation, so the heat wave would not affect the other spiritual herbs; he certainly didn't want the spiritual herbs he had painstakingly cultivated to wither just like that.

The heat wave lasted several hours, growing ever more tumultuous.