Rise Of Evil Sword God

"Senior Sister Mingyue, let me handle them. Rude people do not understand soft language." Feng Yun came forward and said.

Zhao Mingyue about to stop Feng Yun but the disciples of the yellow mountain clan spoken before her, "Hey, whose dog is this?"

The young man from the yellow mountain clan looked at Feng Yun with hostility who come out of nowhere to interfere in his matter.

"Let's solve this matter by a fist in a manly way, I have heard the disciple of the yellow mountain clan has a strong physique, I wanted to try it myself." Feng Yun stepped forward and said with a grin.

The disciples of the yellow mountain clan were stunned by his words and laughed disdainfully. He looked at Feng Yun like they were looking at an idiot.

Even Zhao Mingyue and others in his side were also stunned by Feng Yun's words, Zhao Mingyue looked at Feng Yun said, "Junior Brother, what are doing? There are core disciples of the Yellow Mountain Clan, the Yellow Mountain Clan has a rule, only by cultivating Dao Body one could become core disciples. That means, he must have also cultivated Dao Body."

"Yes, brother Feng Yun, don't be impulsive." Zhao Rong also said.

"Don't worry, I knew what I am doing." Feng Yun smiled and said.

"So, deal or not!" Feng Yun looked at the young man and said.

"If you want experience then I am more than willing to give you that." The young man looked at Feng Yun and smirked.

The young man took the lead as he moved towards Feng Yun to punch him. His fist was liked simple, but it contained tyrannical power.

Feng Yun simply greets the punch of the young man with his own. Both of their fists hit in the air, creating a powerful shock wave.

Cracks! AHHH~

A pain full shriek with the sound of bone breaking appeared.

As everyone was thinking, Feng Yun would be injured but something strange happened, the young man of the yellow mountain clan was flown back only to catching by his companions. The young man and his companions looked at Feng Yun in horror and shock.

"You also cultivated Dao Body, how could this be possible?" The young man looked at Feng Yun in disbelieve and said.

Few bones of the young man's hand were broken, blood gushed out from wounds, Feng Yun didn't use too much force lest crippling the arm of the young man. It might create a headache later. The sect master said don't make trouble in the city.

All the people were shocked by the scene, a core disciple of the yellow mountain clan was lost another guy in body strength. Everybody saw that Feng Yun didn't use the spirit qi to attack, he broke the young man's arm relying on physical strength solely.

Feng Yun shook his in disappointments and said, "Just this, I thought you people were good at body strength, you guys clearly disappointments."

Zhu Rong and other's lips twitched, 'Brother, it's not they are weak, but you are a monster.'

Zhao Mingyue was astounded, Feng Yun was more amazing than she thought. Yao Shi's eyes narrowed slightly. He never saw the strength of Feng Yun, but he always felt that Feng Yun is not a normal man.

Whatever, You have lost, this sword is ours now." Feng Yun plainly looked at the young man and said simply. The young man's face was blue as he looked at Feng Yun unwillingly, then his expression tightened.

The other disciples of the Yellow Mountain clan looked at Feng Yun in hostility, killing intent appeared in their eyes.

Just as the war was about to break out, a few guards with a captain arrived at the spot, the captain of the team stepped forwards and said, "What's going on here?"

When he saw Feng Yun and others, he felt a headache coming, both parties of a disciple of great sects, he can't offend any of them easily. But he thought about the orders of the Long Imperial Dynasty Emperor, he steeled his heart and said to Feng Yun and the young man. "Fighting is not allowed in this city."

Feng Yun glanced at the middle-aged man in the armor and nodded. The young man snorted at the captain and walked away after giving a deep glance at Feng Yun.

After that incident, Feng Yun and others once again resumed their shopping, but this time two more members, Zhao Mingyue and Su Rou.

After wandering around for another a few hours, Feng Yun and others returned to the inn reserved for them by the Long Clan.

"Senior Sister, if you don't mind, can I take this sword for some to study." Feng Yun said to Zhao Mingyue. Seeing the damaged heaven-grade weapon his refining spirit ignited, he wanted to see if he could repair this sword. Right he was barely considered a fifth ranked weapon refiner, if he wanted to refine heaven ranked weapon, he needed to raise his refining level to the seventh rank.

Although he could not refine the Heaven ranked weapon, he has some chance to repair broken spirit patterns on the sword, but he was a hundred percent sure. He decided to give it a try.

"Sure! Treat as thanking gift for your help." Zhao Mingyue didn't think much and directly handed the sword to Feng Yun. She knew that Feng Yun was a talented weapon refiner, he might want to study the refining skill from the sword.

Feng Yun took the sword then returned to his room assigned by the sect master.

After arriving in the room, Feng Yun sat down on the bed and started study the damaged sword. He channeled the spirit qi into the sword but only a little amount of spirit qi could gather in the sword, fortunately, there was still a chance to repair them.

Feng Yun cleaned the sword and started studying the spirit patterns on the sword. Heaven Ranked patterns were much more complicated than he imagined. He might need many hours just to study these patterns properly. Feng Yun wasn't in hurry patiently examined the patterns.

After few hours, Feng Yun finally finished studying the patterns, he was surprised by the sword. The refiner of this sword must be a talented person. According to his estimation, this sword should be a top-grade heaven-ranked weapon during its prime.

After that Feng Yun started searching for ways to repair the spirit patterns, for that he needed to learn the advanced knowledge of weapon refining, that he easily obtain from the memories of Huang Xiaowen.

For inscribing the heaven ranked spirit patterns, one needs a strong divine sense comparable to the heaven profound realm experts, Feng Yun's soul cultivation reached peak stage of sky profound realm, his divine sense was stronger than normal heaven profound realm cultivator, he shouldn't have problem with that, but there was the problem of spirit energy that needed to condense the patterns.

Feng Yun studied the advanced spirit patterns for two days, he also needed to comprehend the sky-ranked patterns before touching the heaven-ranked spirit patterns. His top comprehension ability once again comes in handy, he learns really fast. After days of learning about the spirit patterns, Feng Yun easily inscribes the sky-ranked spirit patterns.

On the third, he finally started the repairing process. Using the demonic fire, Feng Yun heated the sword, this sword was made with profound gold metal, it could another level of boost to the metal attribute cultivators. Maybe this is why Zhao Mingyue took interest in this sword, she was a metal element cultivator.

After the sword heated properly, he inspected the spirit patterns once again, after that he started removing the damaged spirit lines from the entire pattern that could not be repaired.

After doing this, he started replacing the damaged parts of the patterns with new ones. Although he could not inscribe a complete heaven-ranked pattern yet, he could inscribe small parts now.

But that was not the difficult part, the most difficult part was to establish the connection between old and new spirit lines. So that the spirit pattern could start operating again.

The process was very slow and difficult, he can't do mistakes here, otherwise, the spirit patterns might destroy completely if that happens, the sword will really become a pile of iron. Furthermore, it would also hurt the divine sense of Feng Yun.

Few hours passed, Feng Yun was sweating furiously right now. His spirit qi was also exhausted, but Feng Yun didn't stop, if he stopped all the hardship will go to waste. He used every bit of spirit qi inside his body to inscribe the new parts of the spirit patterns.

After another hour.

"Sigh, it is my limit!" Feng Yun looked at the sword that was flowing in the air in front of him and sighed. Feng Yun placed a Qi Replenishing Pill in his mouth to restore the spirit qi, then he reached out his hand and gripped the sword's handle.

Two-spirit patterns light up instantly when he poured his spirit qi inside the sword. Feng Yun could only able to repair two heaven ranked spirit patterns of the four spirit pattern on this sword. Feng Yun was still very satisfied with the result.