Chapter 664: Eight Treasures Purple Cloud Dart

"I don't think Lord Tianmao is this bored!"

Zhou Qingmei crouched down, landing opposite He Pingsheng, and stared at the poison dart in his hand: "Let me take a look!"

He Pingsheng handed the poison dart to Zhou Qingmei.

Zhou Qingmei examined it: "That poison insect was likely some kind of scorpion—or a mutated one!"

"Throughout his life, he probably devoted eighty percent of his cultivation to these four poison darts!"

"Exactly!" He Pingsheng nodded in agreement: "These four darts have extraordinary offensive power—they pierced through my defenses and stabbed straight through my body!"

Only He Pingsheng knew how formidable his body was.

Even an ordinary Void Refinement Stage One cultivator couldn't necessarily break his flesh with a single strike.

Yet these four tiny darts had pierced right through.

One could say that if He Pingsheng weren't immune to all poisons, this single strike would have killed him.

"Can you refine it into a treasure?" He Pingsheng asked.

Zhou Qingmei studied it for a long while, then said: "Of course it can be refined—it's a sixth-rank material, at least high-grade quality. Theoretically, with this as the main component, you can forge it into a spiritual treasure!"

"I've gained some experience in forging as well. Let me help you refine it!"

Zhou Qingmei volunteered.

He Pingsheng asked: "Have you ever forged before?"

"No!" Zhou Qingmei shook her head: "I didn't have a spiritual sense before, so I couldn't forge. But I've studied arrays and forging for ten thousand years—I'm confident I can make it!"

"Even if I fail, I won't waste your materials!"

"Fine!" He Pingsheng wasn't stingy—he handed all four poison darts to Zhou Qingmei.

Then he pulled out a ring and gave it to her: "Inside are the forging materials I looted from the rings of Gu Song and the others after I killed them. There should be plenty of sixth-rank materials—see if they're useful!"

"Ah!" Zhou Qingmei took the ring and lightly scanned it with her spiritual sense: "Enough. The materials are sufficient. Let me think about how to forge it!"

With that, Zhou Qingmei sat cross-legged on the deck and began to ponder.

Forging differs from pill refining.

Forging is more creative.

Pill refining simply follows a formula: use the prescribed materials, and you get the pill.

It relies entirely on past experience.

But forging, beyond experience, demands personal creativity—since spiritual materials are endlessly varied, there's no fixed template.

Some magic treasures and weapons are truly one-of-a-kind.

Take these poison darts: first, you must decide what effect you want them to have after being forged.

What auxiliary materials are needed? What arrays and seals must be inscribed?

All of this requires careful thought and a precise plan.

He Pingsheng wasn't in a hurry—he piloted the flying vessel while waiting for Zhou Qingmei.

Zhou Qingmei pondered for three full days before speaking: "Young Master, do you have any poison-elemental primordial substances on you?"

"I want to use them to poison-treat the treasure, making its attack even more devastating!"

He Pingsheng smiled: "How convenient—I actually do have poison-elemental primordial matter!"

He produced a cluster of poison Dao rules.

This had been obtained by He Pingsheng long ago in the Tianji Absolute Land.

Zhou Qingmei frowned slightly at the cluster: "Only fifth-rank... a bit low."

"But it doesn't matter—when you find a higher-level poison Dao rule or primordial substance later, you can continue refining it. This is just the seed!"

Then Zhou Qingmei began forging.

Though the Silver River Flyer was fast, it had no rooms or structures—just an empty shell—so forging here was impractical. Reluctantly, He Pingsheng once again withdrew Zhou Qingmei into the Hongmeng Purple Gold treasure space.

Continue flying!

Along this journey, no further setbacks occurred.

After ten days, they crossed the vast endless desert.

A month later, He Pingsheng finally arrived at the Dalundiyu.

But the imperial city was still three to five days away.

"Young Master..." One day, Zhou Qingmei emerged excitedly from the treasure space and returned the four poison darts to him: "I've fulfilled my duty!"

"Hmm!" He Pingsheng examined the darts.

Zhou Qingmei added: "The poison on the darts is potent. Combined with your own poison, if you nurture them in your dantian, their toxicity will grow even stronger."

"Moreover, in battle, their greatest strength is speed—they're impossible to defend against!"

"So I inscribed five layers of stealth arrays and seals. After you assimilate them, your attacks will be invisible and traceless, making it easier to strike your enemies!"

"Try them!"

He Pingsheng sent his spiritual sense over the darts and exclaimed: "Impressive, Zhou Qingmei—they're spiritual treasures!"

Though they bore only twenty-one seals, making them low-grade spiritual treasures.

But even a low-grade spiritual treasure is still a spiritual treasure!

"Good!" He Pingsheng patted Zhou Qingmei's shoulder: "Go back and focus on stabilizing your cultivation. Now I'll strengthen these further, then assimilate them."

"Yes, Young Master!" Zhou Qingmei returned to the treasure space.

He Pingsheng placed the four poison darts into the Treasure Gathering Basin.

One day later, the treasure strengthening was complete.

The four black poison darts became eight.

Each turned purple.

He Pingsheng's eyes gleamed—he picked one up and held it before him.

The dart remained one foot long, but after refinement and strengthening, it had grown even slimmer, like a true needle.

Purple mist drifted from its surface, swirling around it like ethereal vapor.

He Pingsheng's spiritual sense delved deep—and the dart's information surfaced.

Name: Eight Treasures Purple Cloud Dart

Rank: Supreme Spiritual Treasure (twenty-four seals)

Function: After assimilation, it can be infused with deadly poison and strike without trace!

He Pingsheng smiled: Now, assimilation.

He still had several days to spare.

Over the next two days, He Pingsheng assimilated twelve of the seals.

Of course, the first twelve were relatively simple; the last twelve were far harder—seals grow increasingly difficult to assimilate the deeper you go.

The remaining twelve seals would take four or five years to fully assimilate.

Recall that when he assimilated the twenty-plus seals on the Silver River Sky Shuttle inside the Yinming Imperial Palace, it took him over nine years.

Now that his spiritual sense was stronger, even assimilating twenty-four seals would still take four to five years.