Chapter 653: Refining the Flying Sword with Uranium

"Let them develop as they wish; in any case, I will not participate..."

Jiang Ding thought indifferently.

He dared to guarantee that among so many newly promoted candidate maids, there were surely spies from various factions: from the Liu Dao Sect, the Tie family, even the Dari Sect; rapid expansion meant mud and water rushing down together.

Once the Master Tushan sword cultivators appeared there, the great net already lying in ambush would surely be triggered; within half a month, a vast number of Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun would arrive to ambush and kill.

Late-stage Nascent Soul and peak Nascent Soul cultivators might all strike; matters of face were never something those in power needed to consider.

The Northern Plains were like a pattern on their palms; whatever reputation they wanted, they could have, without expending much effort.

Beneath the three-thousand-meter-high Sun God Tree, boundless sunlight gathered within a square inch; space twisted, transparent and hazy; from afar, it looked like a sun smelting furnace, emitting terrifying high temperatures.

Inside the furnace, a wisp of azure Dan Fire and a Ri Yan Jing desperately spewed flames, smelting a blue-gold flying sword about a foot long above them; this had continued for a very long time.

Nearby, a palm-sized chunk of Synthetic Synthetic Gengjin radiated sharp qi straight to the sky, even affecting space and creating a dense field of tiny black space voids; a Jin Dan cultivator approaching would instantly have their shield and flesh pierced by the overflowing aura, and magical treasures could not block it.

One of the brilliant crystallizations of the Immortal Sect's Immortal Dao industry,

No. 10 Synthetic Synthetic Gengjin!

Equivalent to a fourth-grade supreme material, even Master Dinghai Zhenjun at the peak of the Nascent Soul realm sought it bitterly in vain; adding it to flying swords, flying needles, flying knives, and other items could greatly increase the sharpness and toughness of Infant Treasures, gaining a great advantage in struggles at the same realm, thereby influencing the shifts in the situation of a region for hundreds or even thousands of years.

It could be called a strategic heavy treasure.

Beside the No. 10 Synthetic Synthetic Gengjin lay a pile of single-element uranium like a small hill, emitting thick radiation; enough that any Immortal Sect citizen seeing it at first glance would have their eyes immediately pop wide open and flee in terror.

For an ordinary person, in an instant here, the body would immediately undergo pathological changes, leading to bodily failure and death.

Of course, before failure, they might already have turned to ash under the high temperatures.

In short, the environment around Jiang Ding was always this terrifying; let alone ordinary people, even a Jin Dan Jing cultivator would die if they were not careful.

It was not without reason that cultivators often preferred solitude.

Jiang Ding watched the Infant Treasure Taiqing Flying Sword with full concentration.

The Ri Yan Jing and the Dan Fire burned and burned, burning and burning, continuing for a whole month.

It was utterly useless.

The Taiqing Flying Sword remained exactly the same; not a single color had changed, and occasionally the sword body would sway once, like stretching, transmitting a warm and comfortable sensation.

"..."

Jiang Ding was speechless.

"How is this to be refined?"

"Even if the Taiqing Flying Sword lowers its defense and is smelted at will, I cannot break through its defense."

The refinement process of a flying sword first requires smelting the sword with Dan Fire or earth fire and the like to put it into a state where it can be altered; this is the prerequisite.

However, the Infant Treasure Taiqing Flying Sword is now too high in rank.

"More quantity, higher price."

Jiang Ding, helpless, could only take out ten Ri Yan Jings, ignite them one by one; the scorching hot sword dao fire of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion burned fiercely, and finally the Taiqing Flying Sword transmitted a slight stinging sensation.

As for the Dan Fire of the Jin Dan stage, it could only be counted as filler.

"Effective."

Jiang Ding sighed slightly: "It is just that the consumption is too great; the Ri Yan Jings I currently hold can only support thirty years; that is too short. I must find a way to develop sword-refining methods like earth fire and True Sun Fire."

"Or perhaps... the Great Sun Dayang Tianchi."

"This is a treasure land; one can practice swordsmanship here, refine swords here, and there is the Spirit of the Dayang Tianchi to guide; Ri Yan Jings and Yue Xi Jings need not be worried about; one can directly refine swords using the entire river, tempering sword intent with the Sun Abyss."

"There are also top-tier heavenly treasures like Great Sun Soul Flame, and even in the future, one might consider refining them into a Soul Transformation-stage floating city..."

"This is my new home; it is a hundred times more handsome than Yu Yu Qianzi's Guanghan Palace; it is simply not on the same level!"

Jiang Ding revealed a look of longing.

Unfortunately, the Great Sun Dayang Tianchi was jointly sealed by the Immortal Sect and the Badaxian Sect; in the Immortal Sect's calculations, the Great Sun Sword Disciple would have to wait until at least the Nascent Soul stage to fully control the Great Sun Dayang Tianchi, acting from within and without to break the seal and gain complete control.

Furthermore, the Immortal Sect owns partial rights to the Great Sun Dayang Tianchi; this was the spoils divided after the destruction of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion; even if moved back, it could not belong entirely to Jiang Ding.

At least, the production of things like Great Sun Soul Flame must be shared with the Immortal Sect every year.

However, the right to use it is completely available.

The ten Ri Yan Jings smelted for a full five months before the Taiqing Flying Sword turned completely crimson, scorching hot; inside, a Great Sun Tiangang Divine Seal shone brilliantly, mysterious and unfathomable, breathing in and out the spiritual qi of the four directions and the heavens and earth like a living creature.

"Tiangang Seal..."

Jiang Ding held his breath.

Tiangang Seal!

The primary characteristic of an Infant Treasure; at this moment, the seal was no longer just a seal, but possessed spiritual nature, the ability to autonomously absorb some of the spiritual qi of heaven and earth, and the ability to fight autonomously.

The limit of an Infant Treasure is eighteen Tiangang Seals, the peak of Infant Treasures; beyond that lies the realm of Primordial Spirit Treasures, which only Soul Transformation cultivators are qualified to refine.

One can imagine the difficulty of refining any single Tiangang Seal.

Shen Ya Master Dinghai Zhenjun lived for over a thousand years, yet his Ben Ming Fa treasure, the Black Feather Heavenly God Armor, was only six Tiangang Seals; on average, it took nearly two hundred years to barely refine one seal, and he was always unable to break through the seventh Tiangang Seal to become a mid-stage Infant Treasure.

The fate of a magical treasure and its master are one and the same, sharing weal and woe.

Jiang Ding pondered for a long time before now having some confidence in the refinement.

"Melt!"

Jiang Ding pointed his finger; the small hill of single-element uranium fell onto the fiercely burning Ri Yan Jing fire, instantly melting; certain impurities unnecessary in Immortal Cultivation Science vaporized and disappeared, instantly transforming into a mass of black, deep luster essence.

A single tiny drop could cause millions of people in a city to all die from radiation, leaving not a shred of life.

"Melt!"

Immediately after came the fourth-grade supreme material, No. 10 Synthetic Synthetic Gengjin; even at such a high rank, it was useless, far inferior to the Taiqing Flying Sword; after more than a month, it was smelted into an essence the size of a fist.

Jiang Ding formed the hand seal, cast the secret technique of the Great Sun Sword Scripture; two masses of black and gold high-temperature molten metal began to slowly contact and fuse, changing bit by bit until, after three months, they merged into one.

Using this black-gold as ink, spiritual consciousness and sword intent as the brush, and the sword technique of sword qi and thunder sound as the skillful force, Jiang Ding began to carve the Tiangang Seals inside the crimson body of the Taiqing Flying Sword.

Starting from the first Great Sun Heavenly Gang prohibition, countless prohibition lines extended outward, carved bit by bit.

From time to time, beads of sweat the size of soybeans fell from his forehead; before they could hit the ground, they were vaporized by the omnipresent high temperature and radiation, vanishing without a trace.

Jiang Ding seemed utterly unaware, his entire mind immersed within, extending the Heavenly Gang prohibition patterns bit by bit.

Time slipped swiftly by; his divine soul and sword intent operated at high intensity without a moment's pause, and before he knew it, more than two years had passed.

Gradually, the end drew near.

(End of this chapter)