The bronze beast lay panting heavily on the lid of the forging furnace. Although it was a spirit without a physical form, she could still sense its exhaustion and weakness.

"Although this phoenix wing is only half a wing, the phoenix fire inside is not something an ordinary person can withstand. If I hadn't swallowed that dark phoenix fire in one gulp, your entire batch of materials would have been wasted."

As it spoke, the bronze beast rolled over and curled its lip in disgust:

"Although we don't know where this thing came from, the phoenix fire was soaked in countless evil fruits, and even the blood inside was a foul-smelling black color. Well done."

—It thought the owner of the wings was already dead.

Xu Milu did not refute, but flew forward and saw two pieces of white jade bone, one large and one small, lying quietly in the refining furnace. They were as smooth as jade and without any flaws.

Inside the furnace was a cluster of feather threads shimmering with seven colors, each thread as thin as a hair, yet sparkling with dazzling light in the furnace fire. It must have been refined from feathers on the wings of a phoenix.

"Have you figured out how to reforge this broken sword?"

The bronze beast was somewhat curious: "I won't be able to help you from now on. The Vermilion Bird has recognized its master. If you want this reforged broken sword to develop a sword spirit in the future, you will have to do the rest of the forging work by yourself."

"When forging a weapon, one must be free of distractions. Then the blade blank will transform according to your thoughts, its mysteries endless. For example, if you are a scholar skilled in literature, the blade blank can become a judge's pen; if you are a mighty general, the blade blank can transform into a long spear in the fire."

To put it bluntly, when it comes to refining weapons, what you're really refining is the person.

"I have some clues, but I don't know if this knife blank will suit my taste."

Xu Milu lovingly touched the Vermilion Bird Blade, which had been broken in two, and then tossed it into the refining furnace.

As the blade entered the fire, flames shot up several meters high in the furnace. Two red phoenixes flapped their wings, circled in mid-air, and then quickly plunged back into the fire, scattering sparks in a beautiful, dreamlike scene.