Chapter 61: Geng Metal and Deep Sea Silver Recast the Weapon, Panlong Achieves a Divine Blade

The fragrance of tea curled upward, bringing a touch of elegance to the simple layout of this thatched cottage.

Seeing that Fang Longye and the other had finally finished their polite deferring, Junyuan immediately stammered, "There is one more matter. There are two paths for the recasting of this divine weapon, but I do not know which one Your Highness wishes to choose."

"Master, please speak plainly." Seeing him hem and haw, Fang Longye frowned slightly.

"Your Highness, you also understand that because there are Restrictions present, as a Dharma Treasure, it is naturally much sturdier than a pure weapon. However, to forge a divine weapon, these Restrictions are naturally a hindrance."

"Therefore, there are currently two paths. First, directly strip away and disperse these Restrictions and follow the path of forging anew. Second, let your spirit enter within and manipulate whether these Restrictions take effect, allowing the material of the divine weapon to be fired and refined without damaging the Restrictions."

"The first path is ordinary, so there is naturally nothing much to say. The advantage of the second path is that once the divine weapon is forged, these Restrictions can be directly integrated with it again, without needing to be re-refined and wasting the previous painstaking efforts."

The reason Junyuan hesitated was that for the second path, because one must maintain the Restrictions, the spirit must also undergo a thousand hammerings and a hundred refinements, being scorched by fire and quenched by water.

Looking at the appearance and speech of the person before him, one could tell he had never suffered; who knew how pampered he had been at home! For a young master like this, how could he endure such pain? When he jumped up in agony later, he would inevitably offend this master.

Yes, the purpose of the elders of these young masters sending them out for training was indeed for them to experience various hardships and grow.

But these elders would not say that just because hardships tempered their juniors, they would stop pursuing the source of the hardships.

If this Highness could not bear the suffering and caused a scene in his valley, those Dragon Clan members who favored their own kin over reason would not care about the cause and effect.

Although he was a refiner capable of forging divine weapons and a cultivator at the True Immortal Realm, he might seem like an honored guest before a Golden Immortal Demon King.

But before a power like the Dragon Clan, he was not worth mentioning. When the time came, even if he didn't lose a layer of skin, he would have to bleed heavily.

Why bother? Fang Longye chuckled and said loudly, "I choose the second path. Only through a thousand hammerings does one obtain gold; as for being scorched by fire and quenched by water, what is there for me to fear? Such pain is but a speck of dust~"

The old turtle also chimed in from the side, "Indeed~ Master, what kind of person is my Highness? How could he care about this bit of pain? Even if he cannot endure it, choosing the first path later is also fine."

He seemed to have seen through the concerns in Junyuan's heart and added, "Rest assured, even if it cannot be accomplished, I will speak for you to His Highness and will not blame you, Master."

Hearing this, Junyuan smiled bitterly in his heart. What do you mean "not blame me"?

It hasn't even started yet, and you are already pinning the responsibility on me. If the second path really doesn't work out, the first one to jump out and demand accountability will be you, you old dog~

Helplessly, one lives in this world and inevitably has entanglements; one cannot avoid such matters.

Unable to decline, he had to agree.

He led the two out of the thatched cottage to the side of the casting furnace and said, "Please, Your Highness, release your weapon."

Fang Longye released the Panlong Spear and took out a piece of dark silver metal from his Heaven-Covering Dharma Conch; it was exactly Deep Sea Silver.

Then, he took out the horn and dragon bones of the previously mentioned True Immortal Flood Dragon one by one, placing them all on a stone platform beside the casting furnace.

Neither the old turtle nor Junyuan paid any mind; among the ten thousand races of Honghuang, few truly cared about the molted remains of their own kin.

There were even many clans whose elders, before their time was up, would refine themselves into treasures if possible, turning into the foundation of their clan to leave for their descendants.

Junyuan took off his outer garment, revealing his sinewy and powerful muscles, and was about to open the furnace to refine the treasure.

But he heard the Dragon Prince beside him say "Wait," and he stopped his movements, looking at Fang Longye.

Fang Longye asked with an apologetic face, "Master, forging a weapon should be the same as refining a treasure; it is best to wash and refine it with Divine Fire and Divine Water, right?"

"That is only natural."

"Then, Master, look."

Fang Longye manifested his divine abilities; Sun True Fire, Taiyin Divine Water, Zhurong Divine Fire, and Xuanming True Water circled around his body, reflecting each other's brilliance.

"Your Highness is truly a divine person!"

Junyuan let out a sincere exclamation and also set aside the worries in his heart.

With the various divine abilities of this Highness, how could he care about the bit of pain from the second path? The old turtle was also shocked, and then his heart was filled with wild joy. To have a good connection with such a person, he had made a huge profit!

That Fang Longye possessed such Divine Fire and Divine Water was not without a root source.

Rather, he had condensed a wisp of the origin of these divine objects, just like the Sun True Fire possessed by the Three-Legged Golden Crow; as long as his Dharma power was sufficient, he could release them continuously.

It already counted as a Bloodline divine ability.

Only by cultivating the Red Bright Nine Heavens Diagram to the end could one absorb and fuse Sun True Fire and Taiyin Divine Water, but Fang Longye, relying on the Gourd Seed divine ability that allowed him to control water and fire, was able to master them as soon as he absorbed them, forming divine abilities.

One had to say, Hongyun Laozu was truly the golden thigh, the Golden Finger.

"Also," Fang Longye channeled the wind and rain, summoning a wisp of fine green wind and a ladle of clear, mysterious water. "I wonder if this Nine Heavens Weak Water is of any use?"

"Enough, enough! With these various Divine Waters and Divine Fires, even if I have to risk damaging my own Dao cultivation, I will forge a divine weapon with peerless potential for Your Highness!"

Junyuan was all smiles; a grown man was actually bowing and scraping, no longer maintaining the master's demeanor he had held despite his various concerns earlier~ It was not that he was yielding to power or strength, but for a refiner like him, forging a weapon was a form of cultivation. The better the divine weapon he could forge, the deeper the feedback and insights he would receive, naturally benefiting him greatly.

Similar things included refining treasures, alchemy, drawing talismans, and setting up arrays; they were all the same.

The so-called hundred arts of immortal cultivation are all cultivation.

Even ordinary cultivators would study various techniques, working diligently without pause, seeking to draw inferences about other cases, thereby understanding the principles and greatly advancing their cultivation.

Not to mention a cultivator like him who specialized in one path.

The progress brought by forging a divine weapon was greater than the gains from a hundred years of sitting in meditation.

After expressing his state of mind, he returned to the demeanor of a master refiner.

He instructed Fang Longye to use his divine abilities to inject a certain amount of Sun True Fire and Zhurong Divine Fire into the two casting furnaces respectively.

He also took two stone vats from the room, both of which were exotic treasures, and contained the two masses of divine water condensed by Fang Longye, quickly absorbing the water vapor until the vats were full.

He immediately opened the furnace to forge the weapon.

Fang Longye did not mention the Qingyang Cauldron; that was an alchemy furnace, which was barely passable for refining treasures, but completely unsuitable for forging weapons.

However, this was also because the level of the Spirit Treasure was too low; if it were placed in Laojun's furnace, what treasure could not be forged? The fire raged, and layers of fire clouds billowed.

Junyuan swung the forging hammer in his hand and immediately began to strike the Panlong Spear, which had already softened after passing through the Zhurong Divine Fire, hammering away all the disharmony within one by one.

During this process, Fang Longye, who was maintaining the Heavenly Dipper Restriction so it would not break, only felt as if he were in deep water and scorching fire, with every hammer blow striking his own body.

It was like being ground by heaven and refined by earth, extremely unbearable.

He endured this pain and persisted. As time flowed by, Fang Longye gradually gained an insight.

"The dormant dragon is silent yet has a voice, every sound speaks to the heart to hear; the spirit is silent, the Qi is dark and mysterious, though the dormant dragon sleeps, it is awake in its sleep."

In a state between sleeping and waking, he transformed this pain into a form of tempering.

Let him be strong, the cool breeze brushes the mountain ridge; let him be arrogant, the bright moon shines upon the great river.

Fang Longye imagined himself as a piece of divine iron, accepting the tempering alongside the weapon, and the remaining traces of yin substance in his body were continuously expelled during this process.

Although the old turtle guarding nearby did not know what he had realized, seeing the change in his aura, he knew that this Highness had gained a great deal during this process.

It seemed that the day the divine weapon was forged would be the moment he ascended to True Immortal.

He immediately sighed with emotion, truly worthy of being a Dragon Prince with such divine abilities; he was indeed extraordinary.

Although Junyuan also noticed this situation, he was in no mood to sigh with emotion.

Right now, it had reached a critical moment.

Having eliminated all the original disharmony, he used the dragon bone as the shaft and the dragon horn as the blade, hammering them into this softened sharp weapon.

After being fire-tempered and water-quenched a thousand times, it was time to integrate these two remaining divine metals!

He immediately cast the Tai Bai Geng Gold into the already softened sharp weapon, continuing to burn and forge it back and forth in the two divine fires, constantly quenching and kneading it in the two divine waters.

After forty-nine days had passed.

The valley emitted layers of precious light, surrounded by colorful clouds.

A thousand strands of auspicious energy condensed into Golden Bells, jade chimes, immortal drums, Dharma conchs, zithers, lutes, flutes, and pipes, playing without wind, the heavenly music pleasing to the ear.

A burst of dragon roars resounded! A silver spear divine weapon, gilded with dragon patterns and radiating brilliant light, transformed into a divine dragon and soared into the sky~

Truly, Geng Gold and sunken silver forged the coiling dragon, finally completing the divine weapon to split the Yunxiao!