Legend of the Transcendent

Chapter 123: Mantra Thunder Sword

A series of Thunder Spirit Patterns quickly took shape, and the previous Thunder Spirit Patterns were also modified by Mi Xiaojing. This process was not slow, and Mi Xiaojing was very patient. He hoped that this magical sword could be perfect so that it could play a role in future battles.

Hong Qing's attack completely awakened Mi Xiaojing. This place was not his paradise.

The reason why Mi Xiaojing continued to stay in the sect was because Luo Bo and the others were still young and not suitable for going out to experience the world. They would have to wait until they reached the Foundation Establishment stage before they were qualified to go out and travel. At that time, Mi Xiaojing might not return to the Sword Heart Sect.

As time passed, a Spirit Pattern formed, followed by the formation of the second Spirit Pattern. This Spirit Pattern was composed of twelve Thunder Spirit Patterns, which was already Mi Xiaojing's greatest ability.

Every time he refined, Mi Xiaojing tried to activate the Mantra to let its power invade the sword body, bringing along the power of Evolutionary Immortality. He didn't know if this was good or not, but it was an opportunity that allowed him to simultaneously exert the power of cultivation and Evolutionary Immortality.

The third Spirit Pattern formed, which was composed of thirty-six Thunder Spirit Patterns. Mi Xiaojing carefully calculated that one side of the sword body formed six Spirit Patterns, leaving some empty space. However, he couldn't form six Spirit Patterns on the sword body again, so he could only flip the sword body and refine the other side, which also required six Spirit Patterns.

If all were refined, there would be twelve Spirit Patterns and one hundred and forty-four Thunder Spirit Patterns. This was the bottom line in Mi Xiaojing's mind. Unfortunately, he couldn't arrange eighteen Spirit Patterns on one side of the sword body. If he could, a total of thirty-six Spirit Patterns would be arranged on both sides of the sword body, making it a top-grade magical sword.

Eight days passed in the blink of an eye. During these eight days, Mi Xiaojing focused on refining the tool and finally made his first magical sword that could be used in the Foundation Establishment stage. Although it didn't reach the level of a top-grade magical sword, its power was definitely not small. Because his magical sword was no longer a true magical sword.

The magical sword, blessed with the Mantra, had not only thunder and lightning but also the power of the Mantra. Mi Xiaojing was very satisfied with this. As for the actual power, it still needed to be tested in battle. However, he had great expectations for this magical sword. After all, it was a weapon he had cultivated himself, and there was a natural tacit understanding between him and the magical sword.

The sword body was pitch black, and Thunder Spirit Patterns formed mysterious patterns. These patterns were extremely dense, but there was a blank space on the central ridge of the sword, which Mi Xiaojing left for the next refining. There were three Spirit Patterns on each side of the sword ridge.

These three Spirit Patterns were intertwined, with tiny dots mixed in. Without using Divine Sense to check, one would not know that they were Mantra characters.

The entire magical sword was like a river formed by four Spirit Patterns, extending from the hilt to the tip of the sword. Those tiny dots were like big fish swimming in the river, moving in groups.

The sword ridge of the magical sword was completely blank, revealing the essence of Thunder Gang wood. Mi Xiaojing had no way to change this. The rules of the Spirit Patterns were like this, and so was his ability. If he wanted to increase the Spirit Patterns, his ability would not be enough. This kind of thing couldn't be forced.

When he wiped the sword body with his hand, the dense thunder and lightning struck his fingertips, causing a tingling sensation as if countless tiny ants were biting him. When his fingertips slid across the sword tip, a thin arc was formed between the two, making a series of crackling sounds.

Mi Xiaojing called Wang Weijun again, but unfortunately, he still didn't get a response. He wanted Wang Weijun to appreciate the magical sword he had refined.

In fact, Mi Xiaojing himself didn't realize that he had unknowingly become dependent on Wang Weijun.

Mi Xiaojing's wariness towards Wang Weijun also became lower and lower. Whenever something happened, he always wanted to discuss it with Wang Weijun. This was also because Wang Weijun had been helping him wholeheartedly during this period, giving Mi Xiaojing a great impression. Especially after inheriting so much experience in cultivation, refining tools, and alchemy, his strength had made great progress.

Mi Xiaojing was a grateful person. Although he initially didn't have good intentions towards Wang Weijun, with prolonged contact, he didn't think this guy was a bad person. After all, Mi Xiaojing was still a child. He was not an old hand in the cultivation world.

Mi Xiaojing didn't know that if it weren't for the Mantra Banner restraining Wang Weijun, this guy would have already succeeded. Unfortunately, with the Mantra Banner of ten thousand characters, even if Wang Weijun wanted to cause trouble, he couldn't do it.

Wang Weijun was like being roasted on fire. Now was a critical moment to get closer to Mi Xiaojing, but he was crazily cultivating. Suddenly, he was drained of a huge amount of energy, catching him off guard and almost causing his Elemental Infant to collapse. He had to hide in the Mantra Banner to cultivate bitterly. As for Mi Xiaojing's call, he did hear it, but he didn't have the power to appear.

What was even more troublesome was that Mi Xiaojing cultivated the Qianyuan Art of Starry Sky, which contained the power of Starry Sky instead of True Qi and True Essence. He didn't even have a place to borrow strength. Otherwise, with Mi Xiaojing's True Qi, he might be able to stabilize the Elemental Infant that was on the verge of collapse. Now, no one could be relied on, and he could only rely on his own efforts.

Wang Weijun didn't even have time to curse. He wholeheartedly cultivated, showing his strong will. Even at this point, he still didn't give up. Fortunately, after the Mantra Banner extracted most of his power, it fell silent completely. If the Mantra Banner continued to extract, it wouldn't be long before he completely collapsed and became nourishment for the Mantra Banner.

If the Elemental Infant could cry, Wang Weijun would really cry to death.

Mi Xiaojing shook his head and smiled bitterly. He didn't know what had happened to Wang Weijun. If he knew that Wang Weijun had almost collapsed due to the extraction of power by the Mantra Banner, he would probably be dumbfounded.

Unable to find Wang Weijun, Mi Xiaojing could only appreciate the magical sword he had just refined by himself.

After the refining was completed, this thing was very beautiful. After thinking for a long time, Mi Xiaojing decided to keep a low profile and gave it an extremely ordinary name that wouldn't attract attention.

Thunder Sword! To be more precise, it was the Mantra Thunder Sword.

When Mi Xiaojing stood up, he realized that Zhang Ke, Luo Bo, Wei Fu, Mao Tou, Da Zhu, and Mu Xiaoyin were all standing not far away, watching.Upon seeing Mi Xiaojing stand up, everyone immediately gathered around him. Zhang Ke even brought over a large plate filled with food, saying, "Junior Uncle, you haven't eaten for a long time..."

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Mi Xiaojing suddenly felt his stomach rumbling with hunger. Ever since he started his cultivation, he had been eating less, but that didn't mean he wouldn't get hungry.

"I'll eat first, we can talk about other things later."

The meal was still simple. Mi Xiaojing didn't eat meat, not because he didn't like it, but because of a habit cultivated since childhood. Eating meat made him uncomfortable. Therefore, on the large plate, there was a bowl of rice, four mixed grain buns, a large bowl of stir-fried mushrooms, a plate of cold mixed wild vegetables, and a bowl of pickled bamboo shoot soup.

Mi Xiaojing always ate very quickly, taking big bites of food and gulping down the soup. He finished eating in just a few minutes.