Chapter 1228: Taihao Spirit-Slaying Blade

Green Lotus Island, Five-Dragon Sea Domain.

A black peacock with a long, slender tail circled high in the sky. The peacock was incredibly fast, and as it flew, numerous Wang family cultivators made way for its passage.

Suddenly, a sharp whistle pierced the air. As if receiving a command, the black peacock abruptly descended from the sky and landed on Hundred Spirit Peak.

Wang Qingling stood in an open space, and the black peacock landed directly in front of her.

“Have you not had enough fun after two hours? You almost hit a clan member just now.”

Wang Qingling affectionately stroked the black peacock’s head. She had spent decades and invested vast amounts of cultivation resources to finally cultivate the Dark Sparrow to the third-tier.

The Icewind Flood Dragon was already a mid-tier third-tier beast, while both the Earth Dragon Earthworm and the Dark Sparrow were low-tier third-tier. With these three third-tier spirit beasts, few Core Formation cultivators could rival her.

Periodically, Wang Qingling would take her spirit beasts out. Constantly keeping them confined within spirit beast pearls was not beneficial for their advancement. Just like cultivators, who cannot solely rely on cultivating in their residences to continuously improve, they also needed to travel and gain experience.

Wang Qingling was currently at the sixth-layer of Core Formation. She had encountered a bottleneck, remaining stuck at this level, and planned to travel to the Northern Frontier Cultivation World for a period after some time.

The family's presence in the Northern Frontier Cultivation World was too weak. Furthermore, something Wang Changsheng needed could only be found there.

Boom!

Suddenly, a deafening roar echoed from high above, and a fierce gale erupted. A massive dark cloud abruptly appeared over Green Lotus Island.

Wang Qingling glanced at the dark cloud’s location, her expression tightening. She leaped onto the Dark Sparrow’s back, her delicate hand patting its spine.

With a clear cry, the Dark Sparrow spread its wings and soared high, flying towards the dark cloud.

Not long after, the Dark Sparrow stopped at the top of a steep peak.

The peak was surrounded by dozens of towering mountains, and below it lay over a dozen valleys of varying sizes.

Outside the valley stood a golden stone tablet over thirty meters tall, prominently displaying three large silver characters: “Dragon Cultivation Valley.”

Rumble!

Loud thunder roared, and the dark clouds churned violently, as thick silver electrical arcs emerged.

Wang Qingling frowned. A python-type spirit beast had attracted the Flood Dragon Transformation Tribulation, which, if survived, would allow it to transform into a flood dragon.

The Wang family had been cultivating a batch of python-type spirit beasts. A year ago, Wang Qingshan brought back a Blood Flood Dragon Fruit tree, and Wang Qingling had Wang Qingqi refine the Blood Flood Dragon Fruits into Blood Flood Dragon Pills. These pills were then fed to a top-tier second-tier Three-Colored Python, which had been nurtured for a century.

After consuming two Blood Flood Dragon Pills, the Three-Colored Python fell into a deep sleep. Only a year had passed, and it had already attracted the Flood Dragon Transformation Tribulation?

While surprised, Wang Qingling was also filled with worry. The Icewind Flood Dragon had consumed a Flood Dragon Transformation Pill and slept for many years before attracting its own tribulation. She had a premonition that the Three-Colored Python's chance of failing its transformation was very high.

Amidst a series of tremendous thunderclaps, a giant python over thirty meters long crawled out of a cave. Its body was covered in blue, green, and red patterns. It coiled onto a towering ancient tree, its massive body breaking some thin branches.

Boom!

The dark clouds churned violently again, and a silver lightning bolt, as thick as an adult's arm, struck down, accurately hitting the Three-Colored Python.

The Three-Colored Python let out a pained hiss, opening its massive maw and flicking its tongue, seemingly expressing its displeasure.

Loud thunder roared again as a large swath of silver lightning struck down, and a dazzling expanse of silver lightning enveloped the Three-Colored Python’s body.

As time passed, thick silver lightning bolts continued to strike down, one after another.

After a short while, the dark clouds dispersed, and the silver lightning faded. The Three-Colored Python had vanished without a trace, along with over a dozen towering ancient trees. The ground below was scorched black.

A look of disappointment crossed Wang Qingling's face, and she sighed lightly. It seemed cultivating a third-tier flood dragon was not so easy.

Half a year quickly passed.

Wang Changsheng and Fairy Ziyue sat opposite each other, a purple flame and a blue flame intertwining and suspended between them.

Their faces were slightly pale, indicating a significant expenditure of magical power.

A moment later, a bright blue spiritual light suddenly glowed within the flames.

With great coordination, Wang Changsheng and Fairy Ziyue simultaneously withdrew their hand seals. The purple and blue flames separated, revealing a three-pointed, two-edged saber about three meters long. Its three points were distinctly colored: gold, blue, and white.

The blade itself was about 1.6 meters long, and its dark blue handle was engraved with exquisite patterns. The five small golden characters “Taihao Spirit-Slaying Saber” were clearly visible on it.

This Taihao Spirit-Slaying Saber was a magic treasure jointly refined by Wang Changsheng and Fairy Ziyue, incorporating various materials such as Sea Moon Gold and Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Jade.

Wang Changsheng smiled brightly. He stood up, gripped the Taihao Spirit-Slaying Saber, and channeled magical power into it. His body sank slightly as the saber plunged downwards, its hilt heavily striking the ground and instantly shattering the stone tiles.

Wang Changsheng took a deep breath and lifted the Taihao Spirit-Slaying Saber. The more magical power he infused, the heavier the saber became.

With this treasure in hand, Wang Changsheng could engage in close combat.

He withdrew his magical power, and the Taihao Spirit-Slaying Saber became weightless.

“Excellent. I wonder about its actual power. I really want to find an opportunity to test it out.”

Wang Changsheng said with a smile, his eyes full of deep fondness.

Fairy Ziyue wiped the fragrant sweat from her forehead. She smiled charmingly and said, “What’s so difficult about that? Couldn’t you just find a deserted island to test it on?”

“Never mind, testing it on inanimate objects isn’t interesting. Junior Sister Tian, thank you. If it weren't for your help, I wouldn’t have refined this treasure so quickly.”

Wang Changsheng said gratefully. After this trip to the Divine Weapon Convention, he was certain that Fairy Ziyue indeed had feelings for him; mere fellow disciples wouldn't have gone to such lengths as she had.

“It was nothing more than a small effort,” Fairy Ziyue said modestly. “Senior Brother Wang, your artifact refining skill is no worse than mine. Even without my help, you would have been able to refine this treasure, just by spending a bit more time.”

Wang Changsheng chuckled lightly, offering no arguments. He knew his own capabilities well; throughout his journey, he had received little help from his peers. If Fairy Ziyue hadn't taught him everything she knew, his artifact refining skills wouldn't have improved so rapidly.

This was precisely why rogue cultivators and disciples from small families wished to join major cultivation sects: being taught by sect elders was a world of difference from figuring things out on one’s own.

“Junior Sister Tian, you've worked hard,” Wang Changsheng said. “Let's rest for two days, and then we'll leave Divine Weapon Island!”

Fairy Ziyue's beautiful eyes flickered. She said, “Senior Brother Wang, I heard the scenery in the Myriad Flames Sea is quite nice. I plan to go there and also purchase some unique artifact-refining materials. You can go back first! I’ll return later.”

“I don’t have anything important to do anyway, I’ll accompany you!”

Wang Changsheng volunteered. Fairy Ziyue had just helped him refine a magic treasure; he couldn't possibly leave her to return alone.

Fairy Ziyue smiled and nodded, not refusing.

Two days later, Wang Changsheng and Fairy Ziyue left Divine Weapon Island and flew towards the Myriad Flames Sea.