Chapter 507: Lava Thorn Sword Embryo

"Lava Thorn Sword Embryo… the forging method is similar to the Great Sun Flying Sword, it's a variant, downgraded version."

Jiang Ding conceived the appearance of a flying sword in his mind.

About three meters long, two palms wide, entirely blazing red, surging like magma, the sword's edge and blade covered in sharp spikes tilted thirty degrees toward the tip, the spikes a scalding metallic hue.

"Materials…"

"Referencing Panda Hua Hua Xiaohua's family background, ten-thousand-year soul-nurturing wood, number-nine Synthetic Synthetic Gengjin, and Soul Transformation-grade Burning Gold Bamboo Heart Fire—how about these three as the main materials?"

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

Synthetic Synthetic Gengjin, a dazzling pearl on the immortal sect's synthetic industry.

Synthetic Gengjin, the metal of pure yang, known as the metal of the sword court, possessing the power of firm strength and stern slaughter, its nature rigid and hard, slaying all things, the sharpest and keenest.

Numbers twenty-one through thirty, Jin Dan stage, equivalent respectively to third-grade top-tier through third-grade low-grade metal-attribute heavenly materials and earthly treasures.

Numbers eleven through twenty, Nascent Soul stage.

Numbers five through nine, Soul Transformation-stage metal-attribute heavenly materials and earthly treasures.

The reason for using only number-nine Synthetic Gengjin is certainly not because of cost—it's not like he's the one paying—it's just that Synthetic Gengjin is too keen, its content and quality too high; even though the panda is called an Iron-Eating Beast, it probably couldn't withstand it, and would end up with its dantian shattered to death.

As for Po Fa Xian Jin, it's even more terrifying—touch a bit of it, and all the magic power below Jin Dan would vanish without a trace; refining it into a sword embryo would be useless, turning one into a mortal.

God knows how he survived intact back then.

Of course, the Central Array Spirit Computer must have known in advance—only then would it have let him refine the Taiqing Flying Sword, otherwise it would have warned him beforehand.

"That's about it."

Jiang Ding glanced at his preliminary cultivation plan, which had unknowingly expanded to several hundred thousand characters.

Don't be fooled by how casually he put it together—this basically represents the top-tier sword Dao Gong Fa standard of the immortal sects; even Zhang Zhang Junsheng here couldn't do better than him.

"Theoretically feasible."

"If problems arise during actual cultivation, they can be solved."

"Next, it depends on Hua Hua Xiaohua's own effort and comprehension. If these two aspects are lacking, no matter how good the external conditions, it's useless—she can only die at two hundred, wasting her parents' painstaking efforts."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

His attention shifted toward the Sword Dao Hall building.

A panda about a meter tall was practicing the sword with grunts and pants, sweat occasionally dripping down its Mao Mao onto the ground, wetting the floor; each move and stance carried fierce momentum, sword Qi spilling in all directions, extremely methodical—a tremendous improvement compared to two months ago.

She had indeed persevered.

Every morning and afternoon attending classes—language, math, moral education, military training, etc. —these compulsory education requirements cannot be skipped, written into the immortal sect's constitution, no matter the reason.

As long as war hasn't descended upon the homeland, compulsory education must continue.

Besides, subjects like language, math, and biology also greatly promote cultivation, complementing each other; although Hua Hua Xiaohua learns slowly, she does pick up some things.

Some is still some, better than nothing.

After finishing daily classes, she takes a flying ride from Shu Du No. 7 Middle School to Immortal Capital for lessons and sword practice.

Jiang Ding silently watched the panda cub practice the sword, the sword light carrying fierce momentum.

But, still that slow.

As if someone had placed a barrier beside her that slowed the passage of time—every movement three beats slower than an ordinary person's, like an elderly person in their seventies or eighties performing swordplay.

One set of sword moves completed.

"Senior Jiang, how's my practice?"

Hua Hua Xiaohua looked up and asked, her big cute eyes full of anticipation.

"Mm, very good."

"It's just that ordinary people's swords may not be quite suitable for you."

Jiang Ding nodded, took out a giant sword over three meters long and two palms wide from his storage jade pendant; it was entirely crimson red, with spikes densely covering the body and blade, tilted thirty degrees toward the tip.

The moment it appeared, scorching heat spread outward, causing the black-and-white Mao Mao to curl slightly.

"Use this from now on."

Jiang Ding handed over the Thorn Lava Sword.

This was what he had just refined, using first-grade spiritual materials; aside from being sturdy and scorching hot, it had no special properties.

"Such a big sword!"

Hua Hua Xiaohua was dumbfounded, her mouth hanging open for a long time without closing.

After a while, as if suddenly realizing, she took the giant Lava Thorn Sword.

The moment it touched her hands, it sank heavily!

Her body staggered forward, true Qi erupted, she stumbled seven or eight steps before recovering, both hands tightly gripping the hilt, the sword tip dropping down, smashing into the ground, a crater appearing, sparks flying everywhere.

The scene looked very incongruous.

A panda cub just over a meter tall, gripping a ferocious spiked giant sword more than three times its own length, sword tip on the ground, hilt in hand, as if laboriously lifting one end of a pillar.

"This sword is called the Thorn Lava Sword, weighing twelve hundred kilograms."

Jiang Ding said calmly: "If you persist on this path, it will be the sword that accompanies you for life. The difficulties ahead, the obstacles to your Dao, all the injustices you encounter—use it to cut them open, one by one."

"Now, you must familiarize yourself with it—weight, length, temperament—these all need to be started."

His tone unconsciously grew somewhat indifferent.

Sword cultivators must seek survival amid death and slaughter, with danger as constant companion.

Although the conditions are like this, whether one succeeds in the future is another matter.

She is not a born Dao body, without a certain future; dying in war on any given day would not be strange.

"Yes! Senior Jiang!"

Hua Hua Xiaohua also sensed this emotion, and said loudly.

Her two bear paws gripped the hilt, suddenly exerting force, baring her teeth, the pure black Mao Mao bear arms trembling slightly.

"Rise!"

Hua Hua Xiaohua let out a loud, childish cry.

A molten lava thorn giant sword, over three meters long and weighing twelve hundred kilograms, was actually lifted high by a tiny panda, its tip piercing straight into the sky.

Jiang Ding nodded slightly.

Silver Void Island Dormitory.

Jiang Ding sent the "Divine Turtle Molten Lava Thorn Sword Canon" and the "Molten Lava Thorn Sword Refining Method" to Hua Hua Xiaohua's mother, Hua Hua Chenggong, attaching his own understanding and key points.

He was very busy.

Cultivation, refining flying swords, practicing sword techniques—these tasks were a huge pile.

The panda's body structure, meridian structure, and suitable Gong Fa were also quite obscure and niche knowledge, requiring years of study to master.

He had no time to handle these matters.

The Shu Du Giant Panda Breeding Research Base was, after all, Elder Hua's research center; it certainly had the capability to handle a Canon-level Gong Fa, so there was no need to worry, and it was even more professional.

Of course, out of respect for the super major backer, he would continue to follow up on the sword Dao portion; if difficulties arose, he could give a push at the critical moment.

Actually, Hua Hua Xiaohua had started much earlier than expected.

According to his original plan, after the first sword cultivator of the Immortal Sect was born, that sword cultivator was to seek their own Gong Fa and form their own research group.

Jiang Ding would provide certain support, but would not do everything for them.

If they hit a bottleneck, then they hit a bottleneck.

With more people like this, a solution would eventually be found; sword Dao technology broke through bit by bit in this way.

The development of civilization is just like this.

Someone must always pay the price, advancing one after another to blaze a path.

"The First Huashan Sword Debate has entered its second half."

Jiang Ding had been following this matter; he casually took out a television, placed it before him, and tuned it to the Immortal Sect Central Television Channel One.

(End of this chapter)