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But she never expected to run into Ning Chen by chance at the secluded pool behind the mountain.

And so, naturally, the two of them...

It can be said that the heavens were on their side.

After a delightful bath, it was getting dark, and there wasn't enough time for "113" to refine the weapon.

Ning Chen had no choice but to postpone refining the magic weapon until tomorrow, and for today he would be a wandering swordsman stealing jade and fragrance.

The two lingered on the back mountain until sunset before finally leaving together.

Little Dragon Girl leaned on Ning Chen's shoulder, the two like a pair of chivalrous lovers in the martial arts world.

After dinner

Ning Chen naturally led Xiaolongnu back to his room.

The two slept in each other's arms and slept through the night.

It was already broad daylight when Xiaolongnu finally woke up.

The silk quilt slipped off, revealing a beautiful woman.

She held onto the edge of the bed and put on her pure white dress, then looked at herself in the mirror.

After making sure her clothes covered the mark on her neck, she took light steps and walked out the door.

In the square in front of the Hall of Longevity, there stood a large, black cauldron, as tall as a person.

"Long'er, you're awake?"

Zhao Ling'er smiled and winked at her, indicating that she completely understood how she felt.

Where is my husband?

Little Dragon Girl smiled and nodded.

Looking around, I saw that the Hall of Longevity was crowded with people.

Zhang Sanfeng, Xie Xun, Yin Susu, the Seven Heroes of Wudang... even Yu Daiyan, who was paralyzed in bed, came out to watch.

Immortals practicing swordsmanship are a rare and precious sight!

Besides them, there were also many Wudang disciples, who completely surrounded the square.

Zhang Sanfeng had naturally consulted Ning Chen, asking if he could observe from a distance.

Ning Chen didn't care about the number of people; it didn't affect his ability to refine magical artifacts.

"Oh? You're already calling me husband... then I'll call you husband too, hehe."

Zhao Ling'er smiled and pointed diagonally upwards from the dark ceiling.

A young figure sat cross-legged peacefully; it was Ning Chen.

"Netherworld Spirit Fire Technique!"

Ning Chen silently chanted in his heart, and dark flames emerged from his fingertips.

In an instant, the temperature in the world suddenly rose.

A gasp of surprise rippled through the crowd.

Xie Xun was blind, but he could still feel the heat on his skin.

Zhang Wuji described it to him from the side.

"Godfather! I didn't even see it clearly, but suddenly a ball of fire appeared in the immortal's hand, a black fire, it's so hot!"

Xie Xun nodded repeatedly, it seemed this was no ordinary fire.

With a flick of Ning Chen's finger, the pitch-black flames fell into the cauldron.

Then,

The Heaven-Slaying Sword was drawn from its sheath and fell into the cauldron.

The Dragon-Slaying Saber also flew out and hovered above the cauldron.

As Ning Chen changed his hand seals, the pitch-black flames suddenly intensified.

At the same time, the Dragon Slayer Saber began to slowly melt from its tip.

Drops of golden liquid fell into the cauldron and landed steadily on the Heaven-Slaying Sword.

The terrifying temperature continued to rise.

The crowd felt as if they had entered a fiery mountain, with rolling heat waves constantly scorching their bodies.

Even the Seven Heroes of Wudang and Xie Xun frowned slightly.

"Godfather, the Immortal Hand waved like this a few times very quickly!"

The black flames suddenly shot up so high... Your Dragon Slayer Sword has already started to melt... It's so hot..."

Zhang Wuji watched with great interest the changes in the Kui Beast Cauldron and the Dragon-Slaying Saber.

Completely unaware that his skin was bright red, like a boiled shrimp.

Zhang Sanfeng chuckled and unleashed a burst of internal energy to protect Zhang Wuji from being burned.

As the Dragon-Slaying Saber melted, Ning Chen patted his Qiankun bag.

Instantly, countless materials flew out from it.

The bronze was as red as snow, the stones as white as the moon, and the stalactites emitted a fluorescent glow...

The Wudang disciples were overwhelmed by the sight of the rare and precious materials on display.

Zhao Ling'er raised her pointed chin high, looking quite proud.

She couldn't wait to put her hands on her hips and show off loudly!

Many of these materials were given to Ning Chen by her.

By submitting these materials, many of Ning Chen's daily tasks were completed.

Not only did they gain many points, but they also gained valuable intimacy points.

The Qiankun Bag, suspended in mid-air, resembled a bottomless pit.

Thousands of rare and exotic stones flew out and were continuously melted, purified, and refined within the cauldron...

Under such heating, the Heaven Sword gradually began to turn into a semi-liquid state.

With a thought, Ning Chen reached out and grabbed forward.

He held three silk ribbons in his hands, one from the Dragon-Slaying Saber and two from the Heaven-Reliant Sword.

Ning Chen glanced at it a few times, then tossed the two silk ribbons from the Heaven-Slaying Sword to Zhang Sanfeng.

He kept the "Martial Arts Manual" from the Dragon-Slaying Saber.

"As the saying goes, when you meet someone, you share half of the knowledge. So let's leave two of these martial arts techniques to Wudang."

Zhang Sanfeng reached out and took it, then handed it to Song Yuanqiao.

"There's something inside the Dragon-Slaying Saber and the Heaven-Reliant Sword?!"

Song Yuanqiao's eyes widened; this was clearly beyond his comprehension.

The martial arts techniques recorded on the silk handkerchief in his hand almost made his jaw drop.

"Nine Yin Manual...Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms!?"

"Since young friend Ning has shown such kindness, Yuanqiao, you may copy it down."

This way, two lineages have been preserved, preventing this martial art from disappearing from the martial world.

Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile, "After you finish copying, remember to return the silk to your young friend Ning."

Song Yuanqiao nodded emphatically, not daring to slack off, and immediately accepted the order and left.

……

Within the raging, pitch-black flames, a long sword began to slowly take shape.

In terms of design, it is almost identical to the Heaven Sword.

However, the chilling sword light and the unparalleled Sword 1.8 stance are truly unmatched in the world.

It far surpasses the Heaven Sword!

"It's almost time."

Ning Chen flipped his hand and took out a box of chess pieces and a box of gems from the system space.

The black and white chess pieces fell into the cauldron.

As it instantly turned to dust, it seemed to radiate boundless starlight.

Ning Chen seized the opportunity and threw the gems from the box into the flames.

Like swallows returning to their nests, streams of starlight flowed into the colorful gems.

The gemstone, as fine as a diamond, landed on the gradually forming longsword.

Vast celestial light emanated from the cauldron, and at the center of the endless celestial radiance, a long sword, entirely silver-white, floated silently.