Two days have passed in the blink of an eye.
Ye Feng is now familiar with the environment of the Underworld Sect and has a more comprehensive and in-depth understanding of it.
At this very moment, Ye Feng was in the weapon-refining room of the Underworld Sect, refining spiritual weapons.
Refining spiritual weapons is different from refining spiritual pills.
The refining of elixirs generally cannot be stopped midway, except for a few types of elixirs.
However, the crafting of magical artifacts can be stopped at any time, and can be resumed once everything is ready.
The time required to refine a magical artifact is much longer than that required to refine a spiritual elixir.
Therefore, the task assigned to Ye Feng by the Underworld Sect was to refine at least three spiritual artifacts every month, and these three spiritual artifacts had to reach at least the third grade.
This couldn't be easier for the night breeze.
Just then, a series of loud knocks came from outside.
Night Wind then cast a spell to extinguish the raging fire inside the refining furnace, and turned to ask, "Who?"
“It’s me, Mr. Feng.”
A clear, boyish voice came from outside the door.
Upon hearing this voice, Ye Feng immediately knew who was standing outside the door—Du Nabo, one of the hundreds of children from the equipment workshop.
Du Nabo was a member of the Du Na tribe. Because of his talent for cultivation, he was noticed by the Underworld Sect and taken in as a disciple.
However, after entering the Underworld Sect, Du Nabo's performance was mediocre and unremarkable. After several twists and turns, Du Nabo was eventually assigned to the Weapon Workshop as a handyman disciple.
If Yefeng needs any materials, he only needs to tell Dunabo, and Dunabo will go to the warehouse to get them for him.
"Is something the matter, Dunabo?" Yefeng asked.
"Senior Brother Zhuo'er is here to see you, Mr. Feng. Do you want to see him?" Du Nabo's voice came from outside again.
"Where is he now?" Night Wind asked again.
"Wait in the reception room on the first floor of the equipment workshop," Dunabo replied.
"Okay, you go ahead, I'll be right there."
After saying that, Ye Feng stood up and walked outside.
When Ye Feng arrived at the reception room on the first floor of the equipment shop, he saw Du Nabo bending over and carefully pouring tea for Zhuo Er.
Zhuo Er's face was full of smiles, and when he saw the night breeze coming, his smile became even brighter.
"Mr. Feng, I hope my visit has been uninvited and that I haven't disturbed you?" Zhuo Er asked.
"Of course not."
Night Breeze waved his hand and asked, "I wonder what brings you here, Senior Brother Zhuo'er?"
“Didn’t we talk about this before? You forged a magical longsword for me, so of course I have to thank you properly… Come on, let’s go to my place now,” Zhuo Er said with a hearty laugh.
Ye Feng had originally intended to cultivate a good relationship with Zhuo Er, partly because Ye Feng thought Zhuo Er was a decent person. Although he was the sect leader of the Underworld Sect, he was approachable and had no airs.
On the other hand, since Zhuo Er is the sect leader's disciple, he must have learned the fundamental techniques of the Underworld Sect.
Since Ye Feng came for the fundamental laws of the Underworld Sect, getting along well with Zhuo Er would naturally make it easier for him to achieve his goal.
Ye Feng smiled and nodded, saying, "Since Senior Brother Zhuo Er has extended such a warm invitation, then I shall gladly accept."
"Mr. Feng, you're great in every way, except that you speak too formally," Zhuo Er said casually.
Night Wind laughed and said, "That's just how I am."
Zhuo Er picked up the tea that Du Nabo had just poured and drank it all in one gulp. Then he strode over to Ye Feng, put his arm around Ye Feng's shoulder, and walked outside.
Before long, the night wind arrived at Zhuo'er's residence.
Zhuo Er lived in Tianqing Palace, which was very close to the Netherworld Palace where the Netherworld Sect Master was located.
As soon as Ye Feng entered the front courtyard of Tianqing Palace, he saw a very large rock in the center of the courtyard.
The rocks were covered with knife marks, some of which were quite old, while others were very new.
Moreover, these knife marks are of different lengths, depths, and widths, clearly indicating that they were left by different knives.
"This rock..."
Night Breeze looked at the rocks with a curious expression.
Zhuo Er chuckled and said, "This rock is my practice stone. I usually use it as my training ground."
Upon hearing Zhuo Er's words, Ye Feng suddenly realized what was going on.
Then Ye Feng walked over, raised his right hand to touch the knife marks on the rock and examined them closely.
Zhuo Er watched quietly from the side, not disturbing Ye Feng.
The night wind discerned many things from this training stone, which was covered in knife marks.
The age of the knife marks can be used to determine how long they have been on the training stone.
At first, the knife marks on the rock were very messy and haphazard.
However, as time went by, the sword techniques left on the practice stone became increasingly profound, containing a mysterious and profound artistic conception.
Ye Feng closed his eyes slightly, and in the darkness before him appeared a sword-training stone and a figure.
The figure held a long sword and practiced swordsmanship next to the sword-training stone. The surging sword energy swirled around him, making him look exceptionally beautiful and dazzling.
As a result, sword marks appeared on the training stone!
The sword technique that figure used was none other than Zhuo Er's sword technique!
Night Wind was able to figure out Zhuo Er's swordsmanship from beginning to end simply by looking at the sword marks on the training stone!
If Zhuo Er knew this, he would be utterly shocked, his eyes practically popping out of his head.
"Mr. Feng, what do you think of my swordsmanship?" Zhuo Er asked.
"Very good."
Night Breeze nodded, but then added, "But it's still too superficial and not detailed enough."
"Not detailed enough? What do you mean?" Zhuo Er looked puzzled.
Ye Feng chuckled and said, "Words alone cannot explain it. Why don't we have a spar?"
Zhuo Er thought for a moment and asked, "I am currently at the ninth level of the Separation and Union Realm. May I ask what realm you are at, Mr. Feng?"
“The third level of the True Essence Realm,” Ye Feng said casually.
With a chuckle, Ye Feng added, "Are you afraid I might accidentally hurt you? Don't worry, Senior Brother Zhuo'er, I'll control myself."
"I'm not worried about that. I'm actually afraid of hurting you! Although you're at the True Essence Realm, you're a weapon refiner, and your skills lie entirely in weapon refining. You might not even be my match in a fight!"
After saying that, Zhuo Er probably realized that what he said was a bit mocking of Ye Feng, so he explained, "Mr. Feng, your level in weapon crafting is already very high. I'm afraid even the weapon crafters in the workshop can't compare to you. If you also have a very profound understanding of martial arts, then we martial artists really won't have a way out!"
"You flatter me, Senior Brother Zhuo'er."
Ye Feng laughed and took out Lei Ji from his dantian.
"Do not reveal your true form," Ye Feng said telepathically.
"Understood." Lei Ji's voice echoed in Ye Feng's mind.
Zhuo Er curiously examined the Thunder Sword in Ye Feng's hand for a few moments and asked, "Did you also forge this longsword yourself, Mr. Feng? I wonder what grade of spiritual weapon it is?"
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