Upon hearing this, Feng Yan's face showed a strange expression. Just then, Ling Yao summoned the Lingming Sword, and Feng Yan immediately took it with both hands and examined it closely.

"Was this sword also brought out of the tomb? But I don't seem to have seen it before."

It's not like I haven't seen it before. The Spirit Cry Sword was just a piece of broken copper and scrap iron before, but now it has transformed into such a divine weapon. How could Feng Yan possibly recognize it?

Yin Ming didn't intend to play any riddles, so he explained directly: "The Lingming Sword was placed in the brocade box along with Master Duan's dagger. It was because A Yao's blood accidentally dripped onto the sword that it became what it is today."

Upon hearing this, Feng Yan's expression changed, and he examined the magic sword in his hand even more intently.

"In that case, the shape of this sword does look somewhat familiar, but wasn't this sword already a failed forge? Why is it now..."

His tightly furrowed brows suddenly relaxed. "...So that's how it is. If one wants the sword to have a spirit, one must use one's own life essence as a catalyst..."

“My master already possessed the ability to forge divine-grade magic weapons back then, but he could never quite grasp the final step, causing the forging progress of this sword to stagnate, which led people to mistakenly believe that he had failed.”

"And by a stroke of luck, the Ling brothers facilitated this crucial step, which enabled the activation and completion of the forging of this magic sword..."

When Feng Yan started talking about forging techniques, he became very eloquent. Although Yin Ming didn't quite understand the forging techniques, seeing Feng Yan's seemingly enlightened expression, he figured that his forging skills would definitely improve in the future.

It seems that he will have a much better chance of winning in the God Realm Forging Competition in the future.

Thinking this, Yin Ming smiled sincerely for him.

But before he could say anything to congratulate him, Feng Yan's tone turned somber again.

"It's a pity that although this magic sword possesses sentience, it is ultimately not a divine weapon. My master spent his life tirelessly studying the classics on forging magical artifacts, leaving no detail overlooked, and even risking his life for it. But in the end, were all of these things wrong...?"

"Master is already the most skilled blacksmith in the history of the Divine Demon Continent. If even Master cannot comprehend it, then is there really anyone in this world who can make divine-grade magic weapons? And... does divine-grade magic weapons really exist in this world?"

Feng Yan's usual nonchalant demeanor was completely overturned; his voice was filled with uncertainty and despondency.

It was as if some invisible force was transforming into waves of energy that were relentlessly eroding his reason, making him begin to question, and even doubt, whether what he had always insisted on still held any meaning.

Yin Ming understood this feeling. It was like someone telling someone who believed in light that Ultraman didn't exist—it was simply unacceptable!

But Yin Ming believes that light must exist in this world, so... let him protect Feng Yan's ideals!

“Actually,” Yin Ming looked up at Ling Yao’s direction, observing his expression as he spoke, “A Yao and I discovered that this sword seems to be able to advance in rank.”

Fortunately, Lingyao remained calm and showed no anger, clearly not caring that he had revealed the secret of the Lingming Sword to Feng Yan.

Upon seeing this, Yin Ming immediately felt relieved.

Feng Yan's face still held a lingering sense of bewilderment from the blow. He tilted his head slightly, as if trying to grasp the deeper meaning behind Yin Ming's words, "You mean..."

Having grasped the key point, his previously dim pupils immediately shone with an incredible light, "This sword can be upgraded to a divine grade?!"

Yin Ming subconsciously licked his lips, considered his words carefully, and then nodded, "Yes, I think it's very possible. As long as we collect enough materials, who knows, one day we might actually be able to witness the unparalleled splendor of a divine-grade magic weapon."

As a transmigrator, Yin Ming knew that the Spirit Cry Sword could definitely be upgraded to a divine grade, but he didn't want to make any promises.

First, it's too absolute and might arouse unnecessary suspicion—before the Spirit Cry Sword truly advances to the divine grade, no one can be sure that it can definitely upgrade.

After all, Lingyao has only just upgraded the Lingming Sword from the mid-grade Saint-level to the high-grade Saint-level. Who knows if it will stop there?

Secondly, as a weapon enthusiast, who knows if Feng Yan might have some inappropriate thoughts after learning that the Spirit Cry Sword can be upgraded to a divine grade?

Yin Ming had seen 'friends' who would turn their backs on each other for personal gain before, and besides, they didn't have much of a relationship with Feng Yan.

Although the Lingming Sword was forged by his master, Lingyao also contributed to its creation, so they would never voluntarily return the sword.

However, even if Feng Yan really had some ulterior motives, it wouldn't matter—as I said before, a mere sixth realm cultivator is nothing to worry about; a beating will make him behave.

Fortunately, Feng Yan was a trustworthy person. After hearing Yin Ming's words, he simply covered his face with his hands, and spoke incoherently due to his excessive excitement:

"That's wonderful, that's wonderful! If Master knew... if he knew that the magic weapon he made could be upgraded to a divine grade, Master, sob sob..." He choked up, revealing his pure and innocent heart.

Yin Ming raised his hand and patted his shoulder, sighing softly, "If your master is watching from heaven, he will surely know."

At this moment, Feng Yan suddenly raised his head and stared at Yin Ming with his still reddened eyes, asking with an eager look, "What materials are needed for the promotion? I can help you find them!"

Yin Ming looked back into his unusually serious eyes and, after a moment's thought, knew what he was thinking—as a blacksmith, being able to participate in the forging of a divine-grade magic weapon was something they could only dream of.

Anyway, it's good to have one more person to help collect materials, as this will speed up Lingming's advancement and allow Lingyao to reach the tenth realm faster.

Thinking this through, Yin Ming nodded in agreement to Feng Yan's request, and then added:

"Please do not mention today's events to anyone, Young Master Feng. Otherwise, if it attracts the covetous eyes of those with ill intentions, it would be a great loss."

Actually... even if they knew, it wouldn't matter if they came. After all, Lingyao can beat anyone in a fight. Yin Ming said that simply because he was worried that his life would be disturbed and he didn't want the trouble.

What? Liu Ying didn't win? Emmm, how can that be considered?

The Fireflies can only defeat the Spirits in the Forbidden Forest. At worst, they can simply avoid going to the Forbidden Forest until the Spirits advance to the tenth realm.

If you just use your brain a little, there will always be more solutions than problems.

"By the way, you just said that Master Duan was killed because he was researching how to forge divine-grade magical artifacts? What exactly happened?"

Feng Yan seemed to have mentioned before that Duan Jiang was killed by Xu Ye?