Chapter 17 Sword Forging

Such human kisses are rarely seen in the immortal realm.

Even in the mortal world, bound by social norms, only loving young couples would interact like this in private.

Meng Ji rubbed his forehead, where the burning spot was still, and asked, "What is this?"

When he was very young, Xu Jinan took him back to Buzhou Mountain. Two hundred years have passed, and the affairs of the mortal world are like a distant memory to him.

Moreover, his parents did not get along; that man was like a devil, constantly beating and kicking him and his mother. Under the long-term torment, his mother became irritable and easily angered.

One moment she would overflow with maternal love and hug and comfort him in the middle of the night, and the next she would hysterically scold and beat him.

Over time, Mengji also lost track of how normal couples should get along.

Before the marriage, Chu Fengliu did make a couple of jokes. Although he gave Meng Ji "Tender Affection Dew", it was just an embellishment, since the immortal sect mainly focuses on the fusion of the soul and spirit.

And no one else would offer advice on the Immortal Lord's private affairs.

Mengji felt a tingling, itchy sensation emanating from his skin, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

After a moment, with a hint of curiosity, he looked at the gold leaf and asked, "What does this mean?"

Yao Jin: ...

She was flustered by the barrage of questions and almost forgot how she spent her wedding night.

Before transmigrating, Yao Jin had read quite a few shabby books, almost all of which were about home runs.

Influenced by these books, she skipped all the steps on her wedding night and went straight to the point.

However, when asked to explain, Yao Jin was reluctant and unwilling to admit it, saying, "This is the basic model of how couples get along in the mortal world; that's how it's written in storybooks."

After Yao Jin finished speaking, he became dissatisfied and threw a tantrum, "Little Daoist, tell me quickly where Shuang Hua went."

We can't let her give us a free meal without getting anything in return.

Meng Ji secretly memorized the first half of Yao Jin's words, "This method is excellent."

Yao Jin was taken aback by him. After realizing what he meant, she pushed him away and said, "You're quite direct."

Meng Ji pulled her into his arms again, soothing her temper, "Yes, it was my fault, I shouldn't have been so direct."

He lowered his head, pressing it against Yao Jin's chin, silently experiencing this strange and unfamiliar sensation.

Yao Jin was entangled by the scalding temperature, and even she herself started to feel hot. She silently rolled her eyes and said without any politeness, "Then tell me."

"Demon-Slaying Platform".

Before he could finish speaking, Liu Xiaoshun practically tumbled into the room, his expression panicked. "Immortal Lord, no, something terrible has happened..."

Yao Jin immediately let out a low cry and pushed the person away.

Meng Ji's eyes were icy cold as he turned his head to look over.

Liu Xiaoshun was terrified by that look, his face turning deathly pale. His legs trembled, and he managed to stammer out, "They want to forge...forge the Immortal Lord's sword..."

"It's right here at the Demon-Slaying Platform."

Xu Jinan, along with several elders, stepped forward and took the Frostflower Sword away; this was common knowledge.

Liu Xiaoshun had imagined many scenarios, but he still hadn't expected this one. So even at night, he had no choice but to disturb the Immortal Lord.

Meng Ji casually straightened his clothes, which had been slightly wrinkled from the tight tug his wife had given him earlier.

Once the wrinkles on his collar were smoothed out, he gave a soft "hmm".

"Huh?!" Yao Jin repeated incredulously, "You're about to die, your natal sword is about to be gone, and you just hum?"

If a sword cultivator loses his sword, what difference is there between him and an ordinary cultivator?

Moreover, Yao Jin still needs to find out the past of the Frostflower Sword, so how can he remain indifferent and let this happen?

Meng Ji was slightly taken aback, looking at his angry wife with some confusion.

After a moment, he nodded to Liu Xiaoshun, "Understood."

Yao Jin: ...

She was furious.

Yao Jin couldn't bear to look at Meng Ji. She looked at Liu Xiaoshun and ran towards the door, saying, "Let's go to the Demon-Slaying Platform."

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The Demon-Slaying Platform is quite old; it has existed since almost the same time as Mount Buzhou.

Countless demons have been executed here, all of them either heinous crimes or utterly wicked.

But now, the Demon-Slaying Platform is not dealing with demons, but with a sword.

Attracted by the news, the disciples rushed over, even those who had already rested.

A large crowd gathered immediately.

The Demon-Slaying Platform is a circular platform in the shape of the Bagua (Eight Trigrams), with a small pillar hanging from each of the four corners. The Demon-Binding Chain is locked on the pillars and extends from the four corners towards the center of the platform.

The monster's blood soaked the ground, and the moonlight illuminated the old stains, only making those marks appear dark and murky.

When Yao Jin arrived at the Demon-Slaying Platform, he was so overwhelmed by the suffocating resentment that he could barely open his eyes. Then, a rusty, bloody aura filled his nostrils.

Some fine, thread-like demonic energy quietly and subtly entwined itself around Yao Jin in the unseen, dark areas.

All of this happened so fast that Yao Jin felt dizzy for a moment. When she opened her eyes, she was already in the center of the crowd, and a kind and dignified elder was sitting in front of the Demon-Slaying Platform.

Xu Jinan looked at the sharp, cold sword with a pained expression, "This sword shouldn't have ended up like this..."

Xu Jinan was talking to Elder Chi, while a group of elders sat around watching, including Chu Fengliu.

Elder Chi stroked his beard and sighed, "Yes, this is an ancient sword. Is there really no other way?"

Xu Jinan froze upon hearing this. "Yes, although this sword is imbued with demonic energy, it is still a celestial sword. It's such a pity."

These words instantly reminded Elder Chi of what had happened in the academy—when the demonic energy persisted, Chi Yi was almost killed.

Elder Chi didn't hesitate, "Hmph, so what if it's a celestial sword? Even if it's tainted with demonic energy, we still have to refine it!"

Seeing this, Xu Ji nodded slightly, stroking his beard with regret, "That's a pity."

Elder Chi: "Elder Xu, if you ask me, you're still too indecisive. No wonder your disciples can trample on you and manipulate you like this!"

Elder Chi was practically implying that Elder Chi was too soft-hearted, which was why his own disciple forced him to break off the engagement.

Elder Chi was not angry when he heard this, but just sighed, "After all, they are children I watched grow up. They are all my flesh and blood."

"Enough, enough, it's all a sin."

The elders from the other peaks nearby echoed this sentiment, saying, "If the demonic energy doesn't dissipate, sooner or later people will be filled with fear."

"Yes, let's refine it to avoid causing endless trouble in the future."

Amidst the chorus of agreement, Chu Fengliu suddenly exclaimed in surprise, shaking his folding fan, "Elder Chi, I remember your son was also tainted by demonic energy?"

Chi Yi's destiny is Yin, making him prone to being tainted by evil spirits.

A hundred years ago, in order to steal the Mirror of Origin, the Demon Realm sent demons to seize Chi Yi's body.

Because Chi Yi was unruly and the elder's son, no one dared to doubt him, which almost led to a serious mistake.

This story is known to everyone, but many people dare not mention it.

Only Chu Fengliu, as a medicine cultivator who is not involved with any faction, has brought it up so brazenly.

This insensitive remark caused Elder Chi's face to darken instantly. He silently reminded himself that this was a medicinal cultivation practice, and he still needed medicine every month, so he held back.

Chu Fengliu continued fanning himself, "In that case, we can't be unfair. How about we also have Chi Yi come to the Demon-Slaying Platform to refine him?"

Elder Chi was already fuming and glaring, but he silently reminded himself that this was a medicine cultivator, and everyone has unexpected accidents and will need medicine in the future, so he held back.

Upon seeing this, Chu Fengliu's lips curled into a mocking smile.

He leaned back, his handsome face unrestrained, "I see Chi Yi is here too, why don't we let him come forward?"

Elder Chi could no longer contain himself. He immediately stood up, glaring at him angrily, "You!"

"Alright," Xu Jinan stepped in to smooth things over, casually suggesting, "Let's keep things separate and deal with this one first."

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement. "Elder Xu is right. We should deal with this demonic sword first!"

These words brought up the previous conflict again, and for a moment all the elders turned their attention to the Demon-Slaying Platform.

As the demon was slain, spiritual energy surged, and the surrounding spiritual energy coalesced into a vortex, splitting into hundreds of thick bolts of lightning that continuously struck Shuanghua.

Regardless of what happened to the Frostflower Sword in the past, it is an ancient sword after all. After an afternoon of training, it not only remained undamaged, but also became even more spirited under strong blows.

It seems everything is alright; Yao Jin's chest relaxed slightly.

Meng Ji followed, standing behind Yao Jin and draping a cloak over her shoulders. "It's cold at night, Madam. Be careful not to get chilled standing in the wind."

Although Buzhou Mountain is a sacred mountain and is unaffected by the changing seasons, it is still a bit chilly at night due to its high altitude.

Cultivators can refine their bodies, which is fine, but mortals need to be careful.

Yao Jin looked at the red plum blossom cloak she had never worn before and said, "Thank you so much, I almost froze to death."

"It's alright." Meng Jixin's face flushed slightly. "Madam, there's no need for thanks between us."

Yao Jin was speechless. Not wanting to look at him, she turned her gaze back to the Frostflower Sword. "Do you think there's anything wrong with the Frostflower Sword?"

At this moment, the two were some distance from the Demon-Slaying Platform, and even further from the elders sitting in front of them. Yao Jin could not hear what they were saying, but he could tell from their expressions that they were somewhat uneasy.

She was there to protect the sword; Yao Jin had given herself this mission.

Meng Ji heard him clearly, but he didn't care much. "It depends on its fate."

If this is truly my fate, there's nothing I can do about it.

Yao Jin objected, "No, the Frostflower Sword cannot be damaged."

“This sword is beautiful, I like it.” She made up a reason on the spot, grabbed Meng Ji’s sleeve and shook it, “If you don’t like it, you can take it off and give it to me, I’ll just look at it for fun.”

The cultivator standing nearby clicked his tongue upon hearing this, thinking to himself, "What an arrogant tone!" But when he turned around, he saw the Immortal Lord.

"Immortal Lord!" The disciples echoed this respectful greeting.

Beneath the vast sky, atop the mountain peak.

Everyone looked on solemnly and took a step back, clearing a path in front of them.

The presence of power can be felt without words.

This was the first time Yao Jin had ever seen such a scene. She held her breath and slowly lowered the sleeve in her hand.

"You've come." This voice came from Xu Jinan's mouth, carried by spiritual energy, and was transmitted without the need for wind.

The former sect leader's attempt to refine the current sect leader's natal sword, even with its own justification, still caused considerable anxiety.

The disciples standing on both sides became even more cautious, unconsciously suppressing their breathing.

But the sounds of beating around him continued, louder than drumming, and never stopped.

After Xu Jinan stood up, he immediately felt inferior. His eyes darkened, and he whispered to Elder Chi standing beside him, "My disciple's temperament is unpredictable; I'm afraid..."

Elder Chi was puzzled for a moment and did not understand what he meant by not saying more.

He was tall and thin, and bent down to face Elder Xu. "So...?"

Xu Jinan was startled, his stomach trembled a few times, and he cursed under his breath, "What a waste! Hurry up and do it!"

Elder Chi suddenly realized what was going on. He straightened up, rolled his eyes to the sky, and let out a wild laugh like a villain. "What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and make your move!"