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After a day had passed, the temperature in the cave finally returned to normal. Mo Wen sat there, drenched in cold sweat, and the sword in his hand had also stabilized. At this moment, the sword had integrated two Laws. If his experiment succeeded, this sword would exhibit two completely different attributes in the hands of one person, effectively granting the wielder an additional Law.
Setting the sword aside, he took out materials for the sheath. Since the sword had been reforged, the original sheath was no longer usable. However, crafting a sheath was much easier than forging a sword. In just half a day's time, he completed the sheath. After sheathing the sword and checking it thoroughly without any issues, everything was perfect. Now it was time to test this sword.
He found a corner and began to circulate his Kung Fu. Holding the sword with one hand, he infused it with Law energy and gave it a gentle swing. A stone pedestal broke apart with a crack, its edges melting together as the two halves that hadn’t completely separated stuck to each other. The Law of Power flowed into his body. With another light swing, the uneven stone pedestal shattered completely, collapsing like ice into fragments on the ground.
“Ha ha! Finally successful!” Mo Wen couldn’t help but laugh heartily while stroking the sword in his hand. He had to admit he was quite a genius. However, he soon scratched his head; since he practiced the Yin Yang Principle, others might not be able to achieve the same effects with this sword. He needed to find someone to test it.
At that moment, Zhu Xiaohong emerged from the stone chamber. She had spent a month and a half refining her skills, and the power of the Fire Lotus was indeed as formidable as rumored; she had nearly lost control and broken through. If she had done so in the outside world, it would have been one thing, but within the Lava Sea, she had managed to suppress that surge of power. Although the remaining Fire Lotus had been refined, it was not fully absorbed; she had sealed that refined power within her Dan Tian for later use.
“Congratulations, Miss Zhu! You’re on the verge of breaking through!” Seeing Zhu Xiaohong come out with an unsettled aura about her clearly indicated she was ready for a breakthrough.
“I must thank Young Master He for saving my life. If it weren’t for your Fire Lotus, I wouldn’t be where I am today,” Zhu Xiaohong said, looking at Mo Wen with newfound admiration. Even after a long period of Refining Qi, he had returned to his disheveled appearance.
“Here, Miss Zhu, try this sword,” Mo Wen said as he looked at the sword on the stone table with a pained expression in his heart. Yet there seemed to be no other choice; it felt like fate. As they say, one cannot defy destiny; he could only pretend to be magnanimous this once.
“This…” Zhu Xiaohong approached the stone table and examined the sword resting in its sheath. It was difficult to discern much from just looking at it; at first glance, it appeared to be a delicate sword. Could Young Master He really have repaired that broken sword? Yet something felt different; she recognized that broken sword and knew it didn’t look like this one at all—the length alone had changed significantly, and even the hilt was different. Most importantly, this sword emanated an aura unlike any she had encountered before; even her previous sword lacked such presence—it had been crafted by someone her father knew. According to Young Master He’s words, that sword should have already sunk into the Lava Sea. As she stared at the sword on the stone table, Zhu Xiaohong furrowed her brow; this sword gave her an indescribable feeling.
“Give it a try.” Noticing Zhu Xiaohong’s intense scrutiny, Mo Wen prompted her; he was eager to see if this sword met his expectations.
“Then I shall test this sword for Young Master He.” With that said, Zhu Xiaohong reached out to grasp the sword from the stone table. However, as she did so, she stumbled forward and nearly fell onto the stone table itself—this guy must be trying to make a fool of her!
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