Chapter 63: Talisman Sword Formed

The touch was warm and moist like jade, as if stroking one of his own fingers.

Jiang Ding could clearly feel that there was a close connection between the talisman sword and himself, similar to essence blood, but much weaker. The only good news was that this connection was no longer weakening.

On the contrary, trying to input internal power, the Great Sun Spirit-Gathering Array was activated, spontaneously absorbing subtle spiritual energy from the air, and coupled with the nourishment of internal power, this connection was strengthening, no longer a rootless source.

Although the change was extremely subtle, almost imperceptible.

At this speed, an ordinary mortal would never be able to nourish it to the point of actual combat in this lifetime; it was just a toy.

Therefore, some creative martial artists developed two ways to accelerate growth.

Nourishing and tempering the sword body with decades-old or even century-old medicinal herbs to enhance its spirituality, the speed would be slightly accelerated. Originally it would take sixty years, now perhaps it would only take forty years of uninterrupted nourishing and tempering to be put into actual combat.

Feeling a heat in his abdomen spreading to his limbs and bones, the Great Accomplishment level "Young Eagle Takes Flight Sword Art" operated spontaneously, nourishing and tempering the small branches of the twelve regular meridians.

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Jiang Ding's heart sank.

*Sss sss—* His face turned pale, stinging like needle pricks, and he hurriedly stopped his self-destructive behavior.

Even if he no longer refined it with essence blood, after the material's spirituality was worn in, it could grow quickly again, until a limit, and then it would return to a snail's pace.

"Thanks, no need, I'm fine, I'll just rest for a few days."

One foot had already stepped into the coffin.

"Damn, I finally understand why in many legends, filthy things like black dog blood and menstrual blood can stain flying swords. There is actually a scientific basis for it."

He walked back to the classroom, stumbling with every step.

Wu Tianli certainly couldn't continue to persuade him. Seeing this, he nodded and took back the elixir.

The talisman sword moved slowly to that point at a speed slightly slower than a paper airplane, and then moved back at the same speed.

Jiang Ding observed carefully. Until now, the threads of essence blood had not yet completely merged into the array patterns and were still in a state of coexistence, and therefore there was a certain delay in control.

"This is a good thing. The heart is making up for the loss of essence blood, giving birth to a new drop of essence blood."

Does he think he is a child of destiny? What is truly useful is still the occasional essence blood refining!

So, this is chicken ribs.

Li Junhao was startled. Was the person in front of him with a pale face, dull skin, and unstable walking really the Jiang Ding from two hours ago?

The material of this Hundred-Step Flying Sword was too good, reaching the peak of Tier 1, and the array was also the painstaking crystallization accumulated by the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, one of the nine great Immortal Sects of the past, over countless years.

Not to mention the possibility of forging a supreme foundation in the future, comparable to a Daoist of a great sect, even now it was not bad.

One had to know that ordinary martial artists who practiced to internal qi perfection and were qualified to refine a Hundred-Step Flying Sword were at least over thirty years old. Even if they had sufficient decades-old medicinal herbs and no accidents occurred midway, they would be seventy or nearly eighty by the time they refined it.

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Jiang Ding politely declined.

Hua Bing, Wu Tianli, and others who were preparing to guide the dismissal slogan also walked over. With a scan of their spiritual sense, they immediately understood, and were also somewhat puzzled.

"That's good, pay attention to rest."

He designated another point seven or eight meters away.

Jiang Ding had lingering fears.

"You are different, you are not..."

Things like black dog blood and menstrual blood would be burned to ashes before they could even get close.

It was naturally much stronger than his own ordinary family, but it would be very strenuous to support a mid-stage Qi Condensation cultivator.

Many students also looked over. "Sword, rise."

*Ding ling ding ling! * The dismissal bell rang. Jiang Ding stood up with difficulty, took the Purple Jade Vitality Pill from the palm of the banyan tree in the center of the cultivation room, swallowed it in one gulp, and walked out of the cultivation room with shaky steps.

Also because of the special nature of essence blood, it could not be exposed to the air, so it had to be wrapped in internal power at all times, leaving no trace of air, otherwise it would damage the essence blood that had left the host.

The speed could be greatly accelerated. Those with outstanding talent could put it into actual combat in ten years, but it was easy to be physically weak and shorten one's lifespan, and they had to voluntarily give up the hope of the Innate stage.

"Damn! Were you sucked dry by a demoness?"

Jiang Ding muttered to himself, introspecting his body repeatedly, and found that most of the essence energy born from the elixir was forcibly absorbed by the heart, and it couldn't reach the small and large meridians at all, just like an essence energy black hole existed.

Many students along the way looked sideways. Many people observed his state carefully and almost called an ambulance, but he hurriedly stopped them.

"Maybe it's the same with a slight violent collision."

Not to mention, the Jianghu is sinister. Forty years without accidents—how is that possible?

"Really!"

He had lingering fears. It was just one drop of essence blood, yet it caused such serious consequences. If he lost a few more drops, he dared not imagine.

Of course, this was because the array patterns and essence blood in the talisman sword had not yet completely merged, and the state was too fragile. It wouldn't be like this after complete fusion.

Jiang Ding gently stroked the sword body, murmuring.

I'm afraid it would only be able to nourish and temper one small meridian in three days.

To be honest, he had some hostility toward Wu Tianli.

This Tier 1 high-grade True Yang Spirit Pill looked expensive, and Wu Tianli's father was a wealthy businessman in Banyan City, but he was only a businessman engaged in Mortal Coin business.

Jiang Ding was somewhat moved.

It would only affect some speed.

Wu Tianli pondered for a moment and took out an elixir bottle: "This is a Tier 1 high-grade True Yang Spirit Pill, which can greatly replenish vitality depletion and cleanse yin-attribute energy. Take it and try."

"No, the extremely low-probability bad event didn't happen."

The efficiency of tempering and nourishing dropped off a cliff. Originally, after four boosts from aptitude, technique realm, micro-circulation, and small circulation, he could temper and nourish eighty meridians a day. Now the speed was more than a hundred times slower than before!

"Qi and blood depletion?"

However, at this time, a gentle spiritual energy spontaneously surged up, repairing the damage to the meridians.

The speed increased again, and it was already able to pose a serious threat to internal qi Great Accomplishment martial artists, and internal qi perfection martial artists also had to be careful to deal with it.

This was White Jade Liquid. Jiang Ding entrusted an elixir workshop on the Internet to refine it with decades-old medicinal herbs sent by the Four Seas Chamber of Commerce, which could promote the growth of the Hundred-Step Flying Sword several times over.

After a round of practice, his internal power was greatly consumed, and Jiang Ding swallowed a Ginseng Essence Qi-Transforming Spirit Pill.

*Swish swish swish! * In the sky, a talisman sword moved horizontally and vertically. Many withered yellow leaves were cut in half before they could land. Countless broken leaves flew, and no complete leaf could successfully land.

"Dad, you say, why would someone who can steadily get into the Daoist department of Qianling University practice the Hundred-Step Flying Sword?"

Hua Bing said solemnly, and that trace of curiosity about Jiang Ding disappeared.

"Steadily get into the Daoist department of Qianling University, hmm, also a talent, yet practices the Hundred-Step Flying Sword..." Hua Zhengtian picked up a vegetable leaf and pondered for a long time.

"Finally finished recuperating..."

Half an hour later, Jiang Ding finished nourishing the talisman sword, placed it in the sunlight, input enough internal power, and let the Tier 1 Great Sun Spirit-Gathering Array within it spontaneously operate to gather Great Sun essence and spiritual energy to temper the sword body.

"Why?"

"Dad, why do you say?"