4: Chapter 4 The Natal Sword is Forged

A sword embryo is already in the shape of a sword, so refining a sword embryo into a Natal Sword is not a difficult task.

Ning Yuan cast the Natal Sword Embryo into the Extreme Yang Fire. The temperature of the flames rose instantly, and the sword embryo gradually began to change within the fire.

This process required immense patience and control. Ning Yuan was fully focused, constantly adjusting the temperature of the flames and the state of the sword embryo's transformation.

As time passed, Ning Yuan began to use his spiritual power to guide the sword embryo, shaping it according to the image of the Natal Sword in his mind.

Beads of sweat slowly seeped from Ning Yuan's forehead, but he didn't care in the slightest, his gaze fixed intently on the sword embryo before him.

Soon, the shape of the Natal Sword had begun to take form. Next was the most critical step—Spirit Casting.

Ning Yuan needed to inject his Soul power into the sword embryo to make it his own Natal Sword.

He took a deep breath and began to fuse his Essence, Energy, and Spirit with the sword embryo.

This process was extremely painful, but he grit his teeth and persevered.

With the injection of Soul power, the sword embryo began to emit a faint glow, and the blade gradually changed as if it had a life of its own.

Ning Yuan could feel every pulsation of the sword embryo; it was like a part of his own body.

As the pulsations of the sword embryo grew stronger, Ning Yuan knew that the connection between him and the sword embryo was gradually deepening.

The barrier between his mind and the sword embryo began to dissolve, and every inch of the sword embryo responded to his will.

This was the most delicate stage of refining a Natal Sword; any slight distraction could lead to all previous efforts being wasted.

Ning Yuan closed his eyes and concentrated all his Mental Energy on the sword embryo.

He began to perform the hand seals one by one according to the True Explanation of the Sword Dao.

As each hand seal was performed, the glow of the sword embryo grew brighter and brighter.

The blade began to vibrate slightly, as if responding to Ning Yuan's inner thoughts.

As time went on, the sword embryo had completely transformed into the appearance Ning Yuan desired. It wouldn't be long before the Natal Sword was finished refining.

Sure enough, the Natal Sword suddenly let out a crisp sword hum, like a Dragon's roar in the Nine Heavens, echoing throughout the entire room.

Ning Yuan opened his eyes to see that the Natal Sword was fully formed. A faint blue light flowed along the blade, and the edge was incomparably sharp.

He reached out and gently touched the blade, and a warm sensation spread from his fingertips throughout his entire body.

Ning Yuan knew that this sword was no longer just a weapon; it had become a part of his body, an extension of his Soul.

Ning Yuan gripped the hilt and swung it slowly, the Natal Sword tracing graceful arcs in the air.

Every swing was accompanied by overflowing Sword Qi, as if even the air was being sliced apart.

He could feel every vibration and every cut of the sword, perfectly synchronized with his intent.

Ning Yuan gazed at the Natal Sword in his hand, a sense of unprecedented satisfaction welling up in his heart.

He knew that this sword would accompany him through every future battle and become his most loyal comrade-in-arms.

So he decided to give the sword a name: "From today onwards, your name is 'sword name'!"

Meaning Ning Yuan's arrival in this world!

'sword name' seemed to hear Ning Yuan's words and let out a buzzing sound, as if responding to its master.

Ning Yuan was very satisfied with this Natal Sword. Next, as long as his cultivation level increased, it would also improve along with him.

With a thought from Ning Yuan, 'sword name' flew up with a whoosh and began to circle around the room.

That feeling of it being like a part of his body meant that Ning Yuan felt no clumsiness at all when using it.

After becoming proficient in using 'sword name', Ning Yuan withdrew it into his Dantian to nourish it.

Of course, he could also wear it on his person, but Ning Yuan didn't want to expose the fact that he possessed a Natal Sword so soon.

After all, this was the Ultimate Bliss Sect, not exactly a safe place; he had to keep a trump card for himself.

Now that the Natal Sword was refined, the next step was to practice the Nine Forms of Basic Sword Technique.

That's right! Practice!

Not learn!

With the help of the System, Ning Yuan had already learned the Nine Forms of Basic Sword Technique and didn't need to spend time and energy learning them anymore.

If it were anyone else, it would take a vast amount of time to master them.

Any Cultivation Technique rewarded by the System didn't need to be learned; they would automatically be mastered through Fusion.

However, there was no rush to practice sword techniques. The process of refining the Natal Sword had been quite draining, so he would recover first before doing anything else.

Ning Yuan took out a Medicinal Pill and swallowed it, circulating his Cultivation Technique to absorb the medicinal power and recover.

The Yin-Yang Dual Cultivation Art rewarded by the System was indeed a top-tier technique; the speed at which it refined medicinal power was incomparable to other techniques.

This meant his cultivation speed also far surpassed others, which could be considered one of his advantages.

Time passed bit by bit, and Ning Yuan's state slowly recovered to its Peak.

And just then, the protective Formation in the room sounded an alarm, indicating an intrusion.

This caused Ning Yuan to immediately stop his recovery. He opened his eyes alertly, feeling puzzled in his heart as to why someone would come looking for him.

To avoid unnecessary trouble, Ning Yuan still opened the Formation, while simultaneously taking out a communication talisman to contact Nangong Xi.

After the Formation was opened, the person outside immediately pushed the door open and walked in, looking like they came with ill intent.

Leading them was a woman dressed in thin green gauze, followed by three other women.

As soon as they entered, they glared at Ning Yuan, the disgust in their eyes completely unconcealed.

Ning Yuan took in their expressions and knew they were here to cause trouble, yet he hadn't offended them.

So where did the trouble come from?

There was only one possibility, and that was because of Nangong Xi!

The only possibility!

The woman in green gauze at the head spoke first, her tone icy: "Kid! I advise you to leave the Saintess immediately! The Saintess is not someone you can touch!"

Sure enough, his guess was right; they really had come for Nangong Xi.

But weren't they fellow disciples?

How could they say such things?

Almost instantly, Ning Yuan realized why they would come to find trouble with him.

The Young Sect Master of the Iron Blood Sect!

These few women were people belonging to that so-called Young Sect Master.

After figuring it out, Ning Yuan shrugged helplessly: "This Fairy must be joking! I am but a Slave, how would I dare to defy the Saintess?"

"If you have any dissatisfaction, you should go to the Saintess, not come to me!"

Qing Guo was furious upon hearing this. If she dared to go to the Saintess, would she still need to come to him?

At the same time, she felt that Ning Yuan was subtly mocking her, otherwise why would he speak like that?

Mocking her for bullying the weak while fearing the strong, not daring to go to the Saintess. Although it was true, it wasn't something a mere Slave like Ning Yuan should say.

Qing Guo shouted in rage: "A mere Slave dares to speak like this! You truly don't know the meaning of death!"

"Since you don't know the rules, I will teach you a good lesson on behalf of the Saintess! I'll let you know what rules are!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a Middle Stage Foundation Establishment aura erupted from Qing Guo's body, pressing down overwhelmingly towards Ning Yuan.

She had come specifically to find trouble with Ning Yuan, and now she had the perfect excuse to act. This way, even if she killed Ning Yuan, the Saintess would have nothing to say.