Free Web NovelChapter 260: Chapter 259: Blood Profound Turtle’s Eyeball
After Chuu Guang left, Wen Qingye placed several more Primordial Stones in the red soil and laid down his own Restriction. Seeing that nothing was out of the ordinary, he left with his mind at ease.
The moment Wen Qingye returned to his residence, he took out the One Thought Sword, the Cornerstone, and some basic ores. Ling Wei had given him these ores from the national treasury before she left. Though they were all of a relatively low grade, Wen Qingye had a use for them and had accepted them.
Wen Qingye looked at the Cornerstone in his hand and sighed lightly, "What a shame. I don’t have any other materials."
Then, he shook his head and chuckled to himself. "Never mind. Even with only a single Cornerstone, I will forge the One Thought Sword into the King Grade."
WHOOSH!
With a twist of his palm, Wen Qingye set the One Thought Sword spinning with its own momentum. At that exact moment, he suddenly retracted his palm, leaving the One Thought Sword spinning endlessly in the air.
Wen Qingye suddenly thrust his right hand forward again, and a scorching purple flame erupted from his palm—the Ninth Grade Yang Fire.
HUMMM!
The surging flames continuously scoured the blade of the One Thought Sword, causing it to emit a faint, trembling hum.
The Yang Fire continued to burn the One Thought Sword. As time ticked by, the blade slowly began to glow red under the scorching heat.
The temperature in the room rose rapidly, and beads of sweat began to form on Wen Qingye’s forehead. Wielding the Yang Fire so intensely was extremely draining.
The moment the entire blade of the One Thought Sword was glowing crimson, Wen Qingye took out the Cornerstone with his left hand and tossed it directly at a crack on the sword’s body.
The heat of the Yang Fire was immense; the Cornerstone melted the instant it entered the flame, flowing into and adhering to the crack.
Next, Wen Qingye tossed in several other ores. As soon as they entered the Yang Fire, they melted instantly and clung tightly to the body of the One Thought Sword.
Seeing this, Wen Qingye used both hands, and the Yang Fire instantly intensified. Bit by bit, the molten Cornerstone fused with the body of the One Thought Sword.
HUMMMMM!
After a long while, the One Thought Sword let out a clear, crisp ring. A flash of joy flickered in Wen Qingye’s eyes as he abruptly retracted the Yang Fire.
CLANG!
The One Thought Sword fell straight down, its blade plunging halfway into the floor. The surrounding stone slabs were scorched and melted by its searing heat.
Coating his hand with a layer of Primordial Qi, Wen Qingye gripped the hilt of the One Thought Sword. Although the blade was still covered in numerous imperfections, Wen Qingye knew it had been upgraded.
A Low-Level King Grade sword!
Now that it had reached the King Grade, the One Thought Sword’s sharpness had increased immensely.
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Moonlight spilled everywhere, carrying a hint of chill. West Garden was silent, save for the cacophony of chirping insects, which only served to accentuate the coldness of the moonlit night.
Wen Qingye leaned against a maple tree, but his eyes were fixed on the Spirit Field he had planted.
He knew things weren’t as simple as he’d imagined. There had to be a reason for the mysterious disappearance of the Primordial Qi from the Primordial Stones.
The evening breeze rustled gently. All was silent, as if nothing had ever happened.
RUSTLE RUSTLE!
Suddenly, a faint tremor ran through the red soil.
’It’s here!’
Wen Qingye shot into motion. With incredibly swift footwork, he dashed to the edge of the red soil in the blink of an eye.
The thing beneath the red soil seemed to sense Wen Qingye’s presence and began to move even faster.
’Trying to run?’
Wen Qingye spun around, took a large stride, and plunged his sword deep into the red soil.
Wen Qingye’s sword was fast, but the thing in the soil moved faster.
Watching the thing scurry away, Wen Qingye swung his sword forward.
FWOOSH!
With a single swing of his sword, Wen Qingye sent a cloud of red soil flying into the air. ƒгeewebnovёl.com
Instantly, the creature in the soil was exposed, with nowhere left to hide.
It was a purple figure, only about the size of a palm. Its body was covered in purple fur, and it had large, glistening dark eyes. Its four short legs scrambled as it tried to flee.
A Purple Smoke Rat!
The moment Wen Qingye saw it, he immediately recognized the Demon Beast.
The Purple Smoke Rat was a type of Demon Beast that preferred to live underground. A mature one was equivalent to a cultivator at the Refining Spirit Eighth Layer Heaven. However, this type of Demon Beast had little combat prowess and was usually raised by people as a pet.
However, this particular Purple Smoke Rat was noticeably plump, which Wen Qingye found a little strange.
SQUEAK SQUEAK!
The moment it was exposed, the Purple Smoke Rat squeaked in panic and immediately tried to burrow back into the earth.
"You absorbed my Primordial Stones and you think you can run, little thing?" Wen Qingye leaped into the air, landing directly in front of the Purple Smoke Rat and slashing with his sword again.
Once again, red soil flew everywhere, exposing the Purple Smoke Rat to the moonlight. But for some reason, this time it didn’t try to flee. Instead, it stared at Wen Qingye as if facing a formidable enemy, its large eyes locked on him.
Wen Qingye thrust his sword toward the Purple Smoke Rat. The creature saw the sharp tip coming and cowered in fear, curling into a ball, but it still didn’t run.
Wen Qingye’s gaze followed the Purple Smoke Rat’s, and he saw several tiny, pinkish-white creatures behind the plump rat.
Wen Qingye frowned, and his sword faltered mid-thrust.
Looking at the tiny pink creatures, he understood. The Purple Smoke Rat wasn’t just fat; it had clearly just given birth. It desperately needed Primordial Stones to restore its depleted Primordial Qi. And the reason it wasn’t fleeing was because of the little ones behind it.
It was afraid Wen Qingye would harm its newborn pups, so it didn’t dare to leave.
Seeing Wen Qingye lower his sword, it quickly turned to its young, shielding them protectively behind its body. Its large eyes remained fixed on Wen Qingye, full of vigilance.
Wen Qingye shook his head. He casually took out several Primordial Stones and tossed them in front of the Purple Smoke Rat. He smiled, as if speaking to the creature. "Don’t absorb the Primordial Stones I’ve buried in the soil again," he said. "Next time, I won’t let you off so easily, little one."
After speaking, Wen Qingye subconsciously touched the Protective Talisman at his waist. He paused for a moment, then turned to leave.
The Purple Smoke Rat seemed to sense Wen Qingye’s kindness. Seeing him turn to leave, it immediately began to squeak urgently.
SQUEAK SQUEAK!
Wen Qingye was puzzled. He turned his head and saw the plump Purple Smoke Rat running up to him, holding a thumb-sized bead in its two front paws. It held the bead out to him.
Though confused, Wen Qingye bent down and took the thumb-sized bead from the Purple Smoke Rat’s paws. The bead was cyan and emitted a peculiar glow, as if something were constantly flowing within it.
Wen Qingye examined the bead closely, his brow furrowed in concentration. ’Is this... the eye of a Blood Profound Turtle?’
