Chapter 160: Seven-Colored Revolving Sword

Four days passed amidst the process of material purification. Beneath Lin Xiaobao's increasingly pale complexion, various materials gradually transformed into liquid states.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Xiaobao's hands quickly wove through a series of hand incantations, swiftly fusing the liquids together. Without a moment of hesitation right after the fusion, he consecutively cast dozens more incantations. Enveloped by the flames, the synthesized solution was separated, and the embryonic forms of seven sword blades began to take shape.

Controlling the temperature of the flames, Lin Xiaobao allowed the sword blanks to cool down slowly while preventing them from fully solidifying. The subsequent steps were directly related to the quality of the magical treasure.

Under Lin Xiaobao's deliberate control, the seven sword blanks levitated around his sides. His hands moved like swords, continuously drawing in empty space, and intricate patterns instantly appeared on the surfaces of the blades.

Lin Xiaobao's hands rolled and shifted with a blinding speed, and almost simultaneously, different arrays were inscribed onto the seven sword blanks.

Another full three days passed, and at the cost of consuming nearly a thousand lower-grade spirit stones, Lin Xiaobao finally completed the inscription of the formations. Following that, under his command, the temperature of the flames dropped to an extreme point. Although raging flames still flickered around Lin Xiaobao, the temperature inside the entire secret chamber became terrifyingly cold.

Under the freezing temperature, the sword bodies solidified. Lin Xiaobao withdrew the flames. Crimson, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple—seven magical swords flashed with distinct radiance, revolving continuously around Lin Xiaobao amidst a chorus of sharp sword hums.

Lin Xiaobao once again executed a series of hand incantations, causing the seven magical swords to fuse together at this very moment, forming a single, brilliantly colorful sword.

Infused with spiritual power, a joyful sword hum resonated from within the blade.

A medium-grade magical treasure! Looking at the fruit of his labor, Lin Xiaobao nodded in satisfaction. "With seven colors on the blade, I shall call it the Seven-Color Whirl Sword!"

Admiring his masterpiece for a long time, Lin Xiaobao finally put the Seven-Color Whirl Sword away. Having nearly exhausted his spiritual power and mental energy in forging the weapon, he was forced to sit cross-legged and resume his cultivation once again.

Thus, another day passed before Lin Xiaobao fully recovered. Naturally, such arduous labor was not without its rewards; he could now feel that his newly ascended realm of the eighth stage of the Spirit Dao had been thoroughly consolidated. His mental energy had also become denser than before, and correspondingly, the upper limit of the speed of his telepathic mental waves had been raised slightly.

Reviewing his gains over the past few days, Lin Xiaobao walked out of the secret chamber with a satisfied expression.

The sun was directly overhead, and bathing in the long-missed sunlight brought a sense of ease to Lin Xiaobao's body and mind. As he passed Si Mengling's room, he extended his spiritual sense into it and discovered that Si Mengling was still deeply immersed in closed-door cultivation, yet her cultivation had unexpectedly leaped from the second stage of the Spirit Dao all the way to the fourth stage.

Although such a speed was somewhat astonishing, Lin Xiaobao was not surprised. After all, whatever Old Mo produced was never mediocre; of that, Lin Xiaobao had absolute certainty.

Just at that moment, Wang Dashha and Nie Feiyan also walked out of their room. Nie Feiyan now appeared fully recovered, and her complexion was no different from that of a healthy person.

"Brother Bao, you've finished your seclusion? Come quickly and see how well Feiyan has recovered!" Catching sight of Lin Xiaobao, Wang Dashha immediately trotted over.

Upon seeing Lin Xiaobao, however, Nie Feiyan's expression turned somewhat awkward.

"You rascal, I've barely stepped out of seclusion and haven't even had a sip of water, yet you already have the heart to make me work?" Lin Xiaobao joked with a smile at Wang Dashha.

Wang Dashha immediately laughed, "I'll go get you some tea right now!" Without waiting for Lin Xiaobao to respond, he dashed straight into the room.

Seeing Wang Dashha leave, Lin Xiaobao's smile instantly vanished, and with a darkened expression, he said, "Now that your injuries have basically healed, if you only intended to use Wang Dashha as a means of survival, I can arrange for you to enter the Profound Sun Palace. Your personal safety can be guaranteed there, but I do not want my brother to be used and deceived by others."

Nie Feiyan was startled for a moment, but quickly realized that Lin Xiaobao must have learned about the incident back in Howling Moon City when she allowed the people of the Wind and Snow Pavilion to capture Wang Dashha. She offered a bitter smile, "I am someone who has already been through the gates of death. Many things I have let go of; who treats me well and who treats me badly, I am very clear on. Rest assured, I will never let Dashha down again."

Although Lin Xiaobao could not tell how much of Nie Feiyan's words were true and how much were false, since she had put it this way, he had no choice but to trust her for the time being. However, Lin Xiaobao could guarantee that if Nie Feiyan ever bullied Wang Dashha again, he would certainly make her pay the price for her actions.

"What are you two talking about?" Before the two could exchange another word, Wang Dashha came running back with a cup brimming with tea.

"What else could we be talking about? Seeing how worried you are about Feiyan, of course I was just asking about her current physical condition!" A smile returned to Lin Xiaobao's face.

"So how is she now?" Wang Dashha's concern carried a hint of anxiousness.

"Under your meticulous care, she has naturally recovered completely!" Lin Xiaobao smiled.

Teased by Lin Xiaobao like this, Wang Dashha felt a rare trace of embarrassment and muttered under his breath, "Looks like that old man Qin Feng wasn't lying to me after all!"

Regarding Wang Dashha's attitude, Lin Xiaobao was momentarily speechless. Countless people throughout the entire Blood Victorious Empire prayed for a chance to be treated by Qin Feng, yet when the man personally examined Nie Feiyan's condition, Wang Dashha had still doubted him. One could only wonder what Qin Feng would think if he heard this.

"Brother Bao..." Suddenly, the usually blunt and straightforward Wang Dashha became somewhat hesitant and stammering. "There's something I'd like to discuss with you..."

"You want to take her along with you to the Dragon Soar Academy?" How could Lin Xiaobao fail to understand Wang Dashha's thoughts?

"Yeah!" Wang Dashha nodded.

"Taking her along isn't entirely impossible..." After a pause, Lin Xiaobao continued, "However, Feiyan is currently only at the ninth stage of the Innate Martial Realm. I'm afraid she won't be able to pass the entrance assessment for the Dragon Soar Academy."

Hearing Lin Xiaobao's reply, a deep look of disappointment flashed across Nie Feiyan's eyes. Over this period of time, she had gained a preliminary understanding of the Dragon Soar Academy through Wang Dashha's words, knowing that entering the academy would undoubtedly be of immense help to her future cultivation.

"Brother Bao..." Although Wang Dashha didn't say anything, his pleading gaze was enough to express everything.

"Although I can refine medicinal pills that can boost your cultivation, doing so would leave grave hidden dangers for your future path. The only option now is to study some array-related knowledge with you along the journey, hoping that you can rely on your exceptional talent in formations to enter the Dragon Soar Academy when the time comes," Lin Xiaobao said earnestly after pondering for a moment.

"Thank you!" Seeing that Lin Xiaobao had agreed to help, Nie Feiyan felt a surge of unexpected gratitude.

At that exact moment, with a creak, Si Mengling also stepped out of her room. Not only had her aura grown much stronger, but her very temperament had also undergone a transformation. At this moment, Si Mengling gave off an ethereal and otherworldly feeling—one that inspired deep admiration yet kept others from daring to approach her. This sensation was subtle indeed.