Hearing Song Chen's words, Zhao Ziyi wanted to roll his eyes.
With the blessing of the spiritual fire, Song Chen could refine a batch of pills in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
He refined a batch of pills in just six days; it's a wonder Song Chen has the audacity to say it.
After listening to Song Chen's words, the Flood Dragon Ancestor nodded:
"Okay, I'll come back to pick you up in a few months. I have to go back now."
You know, that guy, I've left him with Little Bamboo Leaf Viper again.
Song Chen nodded:
"Yes, Ancestor. Remember to raise the great formation before you leave."
"Next, I need to refine some items. If another tribulation of lightning comes, don't worry about us."
The Flood Dragon Ancestor nodded, gave Zhao Ziyi a strange look, and then left with a group of demon cultivators.
Mr. Zhao used to be very lively, why is he so silent today?
The Dragon Ancestor was somewhat puzzled; he couldn't quite understand it, so he put the question out of his mind.
As the formation rose again, Song Chen closed his eyes and used his powerful divine sense to scan the area. After confirming that there was no one left in the formation, he walked towards Zhao Ziyi beside him.
As he walked, a new set of robes appeared on the ground.
The two fell back into the pool.
Song Chen's gentle, deep voice, tinged with laughter, reached Zhao Ziyi's ears.
"Let me give you a little more... I have the physique of a furnace... I will take you with me to advance... Let me go to your deepest place..."
The familiar, handsome, godlike face magnified in Zhao Ziyi's eyes, followed by a warm touch.
Both of them possessed fire elemental roots, which allowed them to withstand the harsh winter temperatures without fear.
The territory of the dragon.
The demon cultivators, who had only walked a few thousand meters, turned around when they heard the sound of the tribulation lightning.
Thunderclouds reappeared around the pool of incarnations, prompting the cultivators to sigh in amazement.
"The two owners of Spicy Palace are really hardworking."
"No wonder he can earn spirit stones. The boss is both literate and skilled in martial arts. He can not only cook, but also refine top-grade pills."
"I'm so envious. Did you hear that just now? Boss Song said he's going to forge a spirit-grade magic weapon for Boss Zhao."
"In my entire life, I've never seen a weapon refiner who can successfully refine something just by saying so. Is Boss Song just bragging?"
"How is that possible! Didn't you see that even the ancestor didn't refute it? Besides, Boss Song took out a bottle of top-grade pills."
"They're so rich, it doesn't really matter whether they're rich or not. Even if they were to buy, they could buy a hundred spirit-grade magic artifacts to use in rotation."
"You don't understand, do you? A spirit-grade flying sword is priceless and unavailable; nobody wants to sell it."
"Hmph, if Boss Song offers a price ten times higher than the market price, I think most cultivators would still be willing to sell."
The demon cultivators chatted as they flew off into the distance.
Before long, the truth about the thundercloud spread throughout the territory of the Flood Dragon Clan.
The incessant thunderclouds were actually caused by Song Chen's alchemy, weapon crafting, and talisman making.
A few days later.
Zhao Ziyi, speechless, pushed away Song Chen, who was bleeding from the nose, and asked in confusion:
"Are you really that excited?"
Song Chen wiped the blood from his nose and nodded.
Ever since the two got together, every time he saw Zhao Ziyi, he would get excited and his blood would boil, and he would keep pestering Zhao Ziyi to release his pent-up desire.
Song Chen feigned a worried expression, his brows furrowed as he said:
"Seriously, I want to again now... Look, I'm so hot I'm getting a nosebleed."
Zhao Ziyi's lips twitched when he heard this.
Song Chen, who achieved success late in life, seems to enjoy this matter immensely.
As he kept pushing, he managed to open Zhao Ziyi's robe.
Within a few days, he became very skilled at undressing people.
...
One month later.
Both of them simultaneously advanced to the sixth level of the Nascent Soul stage.
Song Chen pounced on Zhao Ziyi again.
Zhao Ziyi no longer believed Song Chen's lies.
He was lying about the nosebleed!
Zhao Ziyi angrily said:
"This can't go on! From now on, only once a day!"
Song Chen looked at Zhao Ziyi with deep affection, feigning melancholy:
"But... is twice a day okay?"
Zhao Ziyi saw through his trick and shook his head:
"No! We're being promoted too quickly right now, our foundations aren't solid, we can't continue like this!"
Song Chen nodded helplessly: "Okay."
Song Chen looked at Zhao Ziyi with the eyes of a hungry wolf eyeing its prey.
He reluctantly stood up, walked to the edge of the pool, and took out a pot that he hadn't used in a long time.
The moment he took out the cookware, Song Chen suddenly became much more serious. He smiled gently and asked:
"Ziyi, are you hungry? What do you want to eat? I'll make it now."
"After we finish eating, I'll start forging the weapon. What shape do you want your flying sword to be?"
Seeing Song Chen suddenly become so serious, Zhao Ziyi was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly felt pity.
Zhao Ziyi stammered for a long time before finally saying something out of the blue:
"Alright then, twice a day, no more than that!"
"Oh. Then I'll make your favorite dishes." Song Chen lowered his head, a smirk playing on his lips, looking as if his plan had succeeded.
After the two had eaten and drunk their fill, Song Chen took out a refining furnace and a pile of ores.
These ores were all carefully selected by Song Chen.
Even if there are different kinds, they can blend together perfectly.
The two sat together, sketching the design of Zhao Ziyi's flying sword.
Song Chen had studied calligraphy and painting. He took out a brush and sketched out several simple flying sword designs, which he then showed to Zhao Ziyi.
"Choose one from these basic sword blanks."
Add your favorite patterns and designs.
"Once you draw it, I can refine it."
Zhao Ziyi excitedly took out a charcoal stick and drew the flying sword pattern he wanted on the paper.
A short while later, Zhao Ziyi showed the finished product to Song Chen.
"Clang clang clang clang! Look, I like this kind of flying sword now!"
People's aesthetic tastes are constantly changing, and what Zhao Ziyi likes at this moment are flowers and plants with intricate shapes.
The drawn flying sword design is more ornate and less bloody.
He also added a few words next to the flying sword's health bar.
Song Chen will love Zhao Ziyi for a lifetime.
Looking at the painting, Song Chen couldn't help but smile.
He laughed:
"Why do you want me to love you for a lifetime? Change it to eternity!"
As soon as he spoke, another image flashed through Song Chen's mind.
He shook his head, his hand on his forehead, but he couldn't remember anything.
No matter how hard he tried to recall, he couldn't make out what had just flashed by.
Seeing him holding his forehead, Zhao Ziyi quickly asked with concern:
"What's wrong? Does your head hurt?"
Song Chen nodded and smiled helplessly:
"I don't know what's wrong, this is the third time this has happened."
Since entering the territory of the Jiaolong, certain things have been flashing through my mind.
But I can't see these details clearly, and I can't remember them.
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