Hu Le held a golden stone in his hand, and a ball of Samadhi True Fire rose in his palm.
As the true fire roared, the refined gold stone melted away, eventually transforming into a cloud of five-colored spiritual energy.
Soon, the spiritual energy shifted and gradually condensed into the shape of a flying sword.
After a few more breaths, the flying sword gradually solidified, and the Samadhi True Fire quickly extinguished.
The next instant, Hu Le tossed the flying sword into the air, and the sword immediately hovered in front of him.
When it comes to the power of a flying sword, the spiritual embryo is certainly important, but the restrictions within the sword also play a significant role.
Hu Le began to form hand seals, continuously creating golden talismans that were then injected into the sword. As the talismans intertwined within the sword, they evolved into various restrictions.
As the restrictions gradually solidified, a burst of spiritual light began to shine on the sword.
Hundreds of breaths later, the restrictions on the sword had been completed. The spiritual light that had been surrounding the sword suddenly disappeared, and Hu Le also dispersed the hand seals.
As the flying sword was first formed, a beam of sword light shot into the sky, tearing apart the clouds and mist in the mountains in an instant, transforming into a beam of light as bright as the stars.
In a cave dwelling in the opposite mountain, sat a middle-aged Taoist priest.
The Taoist was inhaling and exhaling his vital energy when he sensed the soaring sword energy and couldn't help but release his divine sense.
They immediately discovered that the source of the sword energy was actually the Taoist temple at the foot of the opposite mountain.
In the past, there lived a hermit in that Taoist temple. He lived next door to him, and the two got along fairly well.
After getting to know each other, they often gathered together to discuss Taoist principles.
However, the two of them ultimately failed to grasp the true method, and their cultivation was fraught with difficulties, especially when breaking through to higher realms, where they often encountered even more ferocious tribulations.
Several years ago, that old Taoist priest broke through to the Loose Immortal realm in the mountains, attracting the Five Elements Heavenly Thunder. As a result, he failed to pass through it and was directly struck into ashes...
At that time, he could only watch helplessly from afar, feeling deeply saddened.
Later, the Taoist temple fell into ruin.
Until Hu Le arrived and occupied the Taoist temple, he only used his divine sense to check on him. Because he did not know Hu Le's background and temperament, he did not make friends with him for the time being.
After all, if Hu Le intends to stay here long-term, the two will have plenty of opportunities to meet, and they can get to know each other gradually...
As for the gold vein in the mountain, as the owner of the mountain, he naturally knew about it.
However, while this mineral vein is indeed good, it cannot ultimately be considered a true rare treasure of nature.
Therefore, he did not step in to stop Hu Le from mining.
Seeing the sword energy soaring into the sky from the opposite temple, he immediately understood that the person must have forged a sword from the refined gold essence stone...
But no matter how good the sword was, it belonged to someone else and could not be envied. He merely scanned it with his divine sense and then withdrew his attention.
The sword light hovered for a moment in the sky for a while before dissipating with the wind.
The aura surrounding the sword gradually faded away.
A flying sword, about a foot long and as ethereal as clouds and water, was hovering quietly in mid-air.
"From this day forward, you shall be Qiu Shui!"
After Hu Le named the sword, he raised his hand and pointed, and the Autumn Water Sword instantly transformed into a streak of cold light and disappeared into his sleeve.
After forging a flying sword, Hu Le did not stop. He immediately drew a stream of Xuanhuang Yuanqi from the Xuanhuang Diagram in his sea of consciousness.
Hu Le worked on the primordial energy for a while, and as time passed, a primordial yellow Ruyi gradually took shape.
However, this is innate primordial energy, which is quite ethereal and lacks something to be transformed from ethereal to tangible.
So he drew a wisp of merit from that Dao-merging body and directly poured it into the Xuanhuang Ruyi.
As Ruyi gained merit and good fortune, auspicious light suddenly shone brightly, transforming into a cloud of mist that spread throughout the hall...
It was already late at night, and a full moon hung high in the sky, its clear light bathing the earth.
In the backyard, the blue donkey lay on the ground, its head tilted back, greedily inhaling the moonlight.
At that moment, sensing the movement coming from the main hall in the front courtyard, they quickly looked up and saw a ball of auspicious light suddenly rise in the front courtyard. It quickly illuminated the quiet Taoist temple in the dead of night.
The moonlight falling from the sky was immediately blocked by this auspicious light, shutting it out of the Taoist temple...
A moment later, the auspicious light that filled the sky receded back into the front hall like a reversed tide, and the Taoist temple was once again plunged into darkness...
Hu Le played with the Xuanhuang Ruyi, feeling its smooth texture.
Whether it's that Autumn Water Sword or this Xuanhuang Ruyi Scepter.
They were all just trinket to him.
However, at his current level, these two magical artifacts are sufficient. If he were given a primordial spiritual treasure, he wouldn't even be able to use it properly...
Hu Le played with the Ruyi for a while, then put it away.
At this point, he was still missing a space pouch for storing items.
However, this spatial treasure pouch can only be crafted using the pelts of spatial-type demonic beasts.
There are no such monsters in these mountains. Even if he wanted to, he would be like a skilled cook without rice to cook...
Fortunately, the Xuanhuang Diagram in his sea of consciousness could temporarily replace the function of the spatial treasure pouch, so there was no need to rush to refine such a treasure...
Now that the magical artifact was complete, there was little point in Hu Le staying in the mountains. He planned to rest for another day or two before leaving to continue his travels around the world...
The next day, it was broad daylight.
On the mountain peak opposite the Taoist temple, a piece of flying stone protrudes from the cliff and is shrouded in a sea of clouds.
A Taoist priest was sitting cross-legged on the flying stone, facing the rising sun, constantly opening his mouth to inhale wisps of purple energy.
With each breath he took, the surrounding sea of clouds trembled continuously...
Just as he was entering a state of peak cultivation, a five-colored beam of light shot out from the depths of the opposite sea of clouds.
In just a moment, the light arrived opposite the Taoist. The light faded, revealing a flying boat surrounded by pure energy.
On that flying boat stood a bald Taoist priest.
The Taoist priest, who had been exhaling purple energy, was startled upon seeing the newcomer. He jumped up from his prayer mat as if his backside were on fire and shouted towards the flying boat, "Senior Brother Xiaoyue, you actually found your way here?"
The bald Taoist priest named Xiaoyue replied with a smile, "Junior Brother Chen Lu, it's been a long time."
When the Taoist saw Xiaoyue's smiling face, he felt a chill run down his spine.
It should be noted that although the two were from the same school, they were not close, and could even be said to dislike each other.
Their teacher, Xuanzhenzi, was originally a giant of the unorthodox sect, whose reputation was extremely renowned throughout the cultivation world. His cultivation was also outstanding, and he called himself the patriarch of the unorthodox sect, founding a sect of unorthodox teachings.
This sect is called the Guicang Sect. At its peak, it was almost able to rival several major orthodox immortal sects.
Later, when Xuanzhenzi was fighting against the righteous path, he was besieged and killed by a group of righteous sect leaders.
And the once-great Guicang sect has also vanished amidst the winds and rains.
As for Xuanzhenzi, he took in twelve disciples in his lifetime, who were known as the Twelve Immortals of the Unorthodox School.
Xiaoyue was Xuanzhenzi's eldest disciple.
As for Chen Lu, he was his last disciple.
However, because Xuanzhenzi always favored Chen Lu, his youngest disciple, his fellow disciples were both jealous and resentful of him.
Therefore, Chen Lu did not have a good relationship with his fellow disciples...
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