"Senior Feng, this is the situation."

Chen Jing quickly explained the current situation, then cupped his hands and looked at the man before him: "Please, senior, lend us your help."

The confusion in Feng Ting's eyes vanished, and his tense expression suddenly relaxed:

"It turns out I am a living history."

His voice was deep, calm, and powerful.

“I have seen what you are talking about through the eyes of the crowd, but I cannot take action. My power comes from the Bai Ze Scroll here, and I am also limited by it, so I cannot go too far.”

Upon hearing this, Chen Jing's heart sank.

“But Bai Yueyi said you have a way.”

Feng Ting looked at the boy in front of him. He didn't recognize the boy, and didn't even know his name.

"What method did she mention?"

Chen Jing racked his brains to recall:

"Weapons, she said you can make weapons!"

"arms?"

"I see."

Feng Ting's expression changed rapidly, first with slight doubt, then with sudden realization, and then with a smile on his face.

“Weapons need a carrier to be manufactured. Do you have high-grade spiritual materials?” Feng Ting asked.

"Spiritual material?" Chen Jing was taken aback. He took out the straight sword from his waist: "This sword is made of black iron. Is it a spiritual material?"

“No, Xuan Tie is just a hard alloy. Even if it can be used to hold spiritual energy, it still doesn’t meet my requirements.” Feng Ting shook his head.

Chen Jing opened his bag and took out the items one by one.

"Where's this Bagua mirror?" Chen Jing took out the mirror he had previously taken from the Meijing Taoist Temple.

“No, that won’t work either. Although it’s natural jade, it’s fine for ceremonies,” Fengting said, rejecting the idea again.

Chen Jing inwardly realized something was wrong. He thought these two pieces of equipment were the only useful ones he had, but they didn't expect that neither of them met the standards for making spiritual materials.

What else?

Then, his hand touched something that looked like a pebble.

A flash of inspiration struck Chen Jing, and he quickly took out the five stones.

This is a stone that Chen Jing obtained from the experts after becoming a guardian; it's a bottom-level ballast stone.

"This stone... are you a cultivator from the Sword Pavilion?" Feng Ting asked.

Chen Jing nodded: "Yes, that's me."

“This stone is the one I left behind,” Fengting said.

"Can they be used as spiritual materials?" Chen Jing asked hopefully.

He placed the stone on the chair.

“They are fragments that fell to earth from the ‘Supreme One,’ of course.” Feng Ting held out his hand to Chen Jing: “Give me your sword too.”

Chen Jing was overjoyed. Without asking why, he gripped the blade and handed the hilt to Feng Ting.

Feng Ting, holding his sword, swung it around to adjust the weight: "What's your name?"

"Chen Jing, Chen is the Chen of the east, and Jing is the Jing of scenery."

"What a great name!" Fengting exclaimed.

He placed his left hand on one of the five stones, gripped the sword blade with his right hand, and hesitated for a second or two.

Then he laughed:

"Chen Jing, when you go out in the future, if you need to talk about this incident, just say that Feng Ting was very afraid of pain and dared not stab himself with a sword."

"Let me first tell you how to use the weapon I created. Your cultivation level doesn't seem high, so the method of using the spiritual weapon I made will be very simple."

Chen Jing, suppressing his doubts, asked, "How do I use it?"

Feng Ting smiled, then raised his sword and thrust it into his own heart.

Fiery red blood was spilled here.

"Aim at the target and throw it."

Chen Jing's brain couldn't process what he saw; it nearly crashed.

"My physical strength is insufficient to leave this area, but the spiritual energy attracted by my spirit can," Feng Ting explained, seemingly unfazed.

"Zhan Xiu is very good at controlling spiritual energy. For example, before he dies, he can store spiritual energy in the ocean of consciousness of everyone, waiting for the next person to inherit his will to stand up and obtain this spiritual energy. He can also infuse it into certain weapons."

The pebble-like stone was being shaped by an unseen force, constantly changing.

"Even a cultivator at the pinnacle of cultivation cannot stop this pebble that gathers all the killing intent."

After the first pebble was formed, Fengting held the second pebble and used the "Lonely City" stained with his heart's blood to make a talisman on it.

"Hold it, infuse it with spiritual power, and the activation spell is 'human,' yes, say it in the same language."

"It allows you to blend into the crowd, and you can use it to teleport to Ash City instantly."

Then he carved incantations on the third and fourth stones.

"I have infused these stones with different battle intents, which are very useful for combat cultivators."

"After that, try to impersonate me and scare away that extreme realm cultivator. If he doesn't know what's good for him and comes out, then aim the pebble at him and throw it."

"You only need to pour your spiritual power into this last pebble to unleash my aura. If no battle occurs, it will be difficult for anyone to tell that you are an imposter."

After giving all his advice, Fengting had lost all his strength. He grasped the last pebble.

His figure transformed into starlight and vanished.

In the final moments, Fengting's voice echoed in this cramped space.

"Don't worry about me. Even if my spirit is not in the sea of ​​will after I die, there will still be people who inherit my thoughts and carry forward my spirit. They are me."

"High-level warriors are immortal. Their bodies can be killed, but their will cannot."

Go, I am with you.

The black iron straight sword "Lonely City" fell to the ground with a clang.

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