Urban God of War: The Live-in Son-in-law-Chapter 332 Refining the Spear of the Ancestral Dragon!

Ye Feng had just walked into the courtyard when the infant seemed to sense it; the laughter stopped immediately, and her big eyes, which shone like stars, stared unblinkingly at Hong Qingyan, radiating a distinctly intelligent light.

Ye Feng had no choice but to love such an infant who wasn't even a year old yet. He took her from the nanny's arms without hesitation, but what felt strange to him was that the moment he held the baby, he experienced an odd sensation.

This sensation was subtle and indescribable, but it made him feel rather uncomfortable, and he even felt a bit dizzy.

This slightly alarmed Ye Feng because, at his cultivation level, his physical constitution was extraordinarily strong, and it was rare for him to have such adverse reactions under normal circumstances.

"What in the world is going on?" Ye Feng wondered internally. However, his face revealed nothing, and he vaguely guessed that this might have something to do with the mysterious origin of the infant in his arms.

Long Nannan, standing nearby, couldn't help but tease him with a laugh, "Little Martial Uncle, tell me, who is this little girl? She couldn't possibly be your child with some wild woman, could she?"

Ye Feng always found Long Nannan, who was uninhibited and whimsical, to be a headache. Jokes like these were harmless between them, but if Hong Qingyan heard about them, who knew what she might think?

"Don't talk nonsense. I just stumbled upon her. Her parents died from the miasma, so I brought her home."

As Ye Feng spoke, he quickly changed the subject, "By the way, Sausage Sister has been gone for so long. Has there been any news from her?"

If he didn't shift the topic quickly, given Long Nannan's nature, she would undoubtedly dig deeper into the issue, and she might even come up with all sorts of wild theories—who knows what went on in that brain of hers.

Long Nannan pouted and said, "How would I know? That place isn't like our world; there's no way to communicate. And Grandpa said I'm not allowed to go there before I'm grown up."

Ye Feng had intended to bring up that other world, so he immediately asked, "What exactly is that other world like? Since it isn't the same as ours, how is it that your grandfather and others can enter it?"

Long Nannan quickly grew impatient and said with annoyance, "Little Martial Uncle, I've told you, I'm not yet of age. I'm still a young girl. How could I know about adult matters?"

Ye Feng was speechless. Although Long Nannan wasn't of age, she was actually no longer young and was only half a year away from adulthood. However, she appeared and behaved as though she were only twelve or thirteen.

"Alright, take good care of this little girl for this period. I have other matters to attend to!"

Since Ye Feng couldn't determine the cause of the unusual sensation in his body, he decided not to pursue it further. He simply chose to distance himself from the oddly unsettling little girl. Having said that, he turned and walked away.

From behind, Long Nannan shouted, "Hey, Little Martial Uncle, you are really shirking your responsibilities, you know? She's not my child with you. Why should I take care of her?"

Ye Feng was left speechless and, without turning back, he swiftly ran off.

Returning to the main hall, he thought it over and then called Shi Yehong directly. Upon hearing that Hong Qingyan wanted to take the Old Northern King, Ning Wuya, as her master, Shi Yehong was clearly delighted and immediately decided to hold the mentorship ceremony in three days, with Shi Yehong taking his disciple's new apprentice under his wing.

Ye Feng was planning to have the ceremony tomorrow, but since Shi Yehong said three days later, he'd just go along with it for now.

Having taken care of these trivial matters, Ye Feng turned and walked into the Inner Courtyard study. He gently tapped an inconspicuous spot on a bookshelf, which then slowly moved aside, revealing a dark gate.

Following the gate, he entered a dark passageway about five meters long, leading down to an underground room, which was also a secret training room.

This had been specifically designed by the Old Northern King during the construction of the Northern Cloud Residence to facilitate martial arts practice. Ye Feng glanced around, noting that the underground martial arts instructor's room was a real find; though compact, it was exceptionally secure and enclosed, almost imperceptible to those at the Divine Path Realm.

He sat down cross-legged and, with a gesture of his Great Hand, the fist-sized Wushan Thunder Seal flew towards him, accompanied by a rust-covered spear. Since there were three days left, he might as well completely refine these two magic artifacts.

Currently, at the Martial King Peak, he hadn't yet condensed his own Object of the Divine Path, so he had no magic weapon at hand. The only thing he could use was his Golden Armor, which, however, was meant for defense rather than offense.

So, even with his formidable Qi Force, Ye Feng found himself rich in resources but unable to unleash his full combat power.

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Refining a Treasure Weapon wasn't like the legends that required burning it with flames; it involved infusing one's own Qi Force into the weapon, continuously understanding its structure, until achieving complete integration and control.

At that moment, Ye Feng's brows twitched, and the Qi Force within his body flowed out like a gentle stream from both his hands, slowly infusing into the two magic artifacts.

The next moment, what shocked Ye Feng was that the Wushan Thunder Seal exhibited no reaction, whereas the rusty spear seemed to crave his infusion of Qi Force. Not only did it not repel the energy, it actively absorbed it.

"It's actually merging on its own—surely this signifies that it has begun to develop a hint of Spiritual Wisdom. This spear is truly extraordinary; it looks to be at least a Half-Spirit Artifact," Ye Feng thought to himself, excited.

According to the classification of the Nine Great Sects, weapons can be roughly divided into several levels of strength from weakest to strongest. The most basic are ordinary weapons, which are very common and used by the vast majority of ordinary people.

Above ordinary weapons are magic artifacts. The reason they are called magic artifacts is that they can be infused with a martial artist's Qi Force, thus amplifying the martial artist's combat power. It can be said that if two identical martial artists were to fight, one unarmed and the other with a magic artifact, the one holding the magic artifact would definitely dominate the unarmed one.

Above magic artifacts are spiritual artifacts, so named because these weapons have surpassed ordinary phenomena and have developed Spiritual Wisdom on their own. All things possess spirit, and weapons are no exception.

The power that such spiritual artifacts can exert is incomparable to ordinary magic artifacts. As Ye Feng knows, even the Xuanyuan Sword in the Utility Pavilion, belonging to Zhao Gongming, is merely at the peak of magic artifacts and cannot be considered a spiritual artifact.

As for the Nine Dragons Divine Cauldron he encountered in the Fallen Dragon Valley, that was an authentic spiritual artifact, and its level seemed quite high among its kin since its Spiritual Wisdom was already capable of transformation.

Since the spear actively absorbed his Qi Force, Ye Feng kept pouring his energy into it. What shocked him, however, was that despite its small size, the spear seemed insatiable, continuously absorbing Qi Force without any sign of stopping, even after consuming a great deal of Ye Feng's energy.

"Could this thing be a glutton? It's still not satisfied after absorbing so much?" Ye Feng couldn't help feeling a headache coming on. It was said that the more Qi Force a magic or spiritual artifact could absorb during the initial refining process, the stronger the weapon itself would be.

However, the amount of Qi Force this spear could absorb was excessive. At this rate, he feared that his current level of Qi Force might not be enough to sate it, which would be a waste of his laborious effort.

Fortunately for Ye Feng, he didn't have to worry for long. Just as he watched his own Qi Force nearly depleted, the rusty spear suddenly trembled all over and emitted a sharp, piercing sound.

Immediately after, a different kind of energy fed back from the spear into Ye Feng's body, giving him a very peculiar sensation.

This feeling was like the spear in his hand was part of his own body, and he had absolute control over it. At this moment, Ye Feng finally came to his senses.

He had completely refined the spear!

"Rise!" Tang Feng, excited, gave a light wave of his right hand, and the spear flew up into the air.

"Disperse!" Tang Feng's thoughts moved again, and the spear suddenly began to vibrate and spin intensely. The rust covering it began to peel off in chunks, followed by dazzling golden light emanating from within the spear.

The blinding, splendid golden light grew more intense, and the true appearance of the spear was finally revealed: majestic and imposing, it hung motionless in mid-air.

The entire secret chamber had been filled with darkness, but under the illumination of the golden light, it became extremely bright. From afar, the spear looked like a shining sun, filled with a domineering aura.

"This... is the Spear of the Ancestral Dragon!" After refining the spear, Ye Feng finally understood its origin.

The Spear of the Ancestral Dragon, the personal weapon of the Ancestral Dragon of the Human Race from three thousand years ago, who once wielded it to sweep across the world and dominate the eight wildernesses and the six harmonies.

The Spear of the Ancestral Dragon might not have been first in the weapon rankings at the time, but it definitely ranked in the top three!

"I understand now, I finally understand why the Spear of the Ancestral Dragon called out to me as I approached the Treasure Vault."

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Ye Feng had an epiphany. The cultivation technique martial arts he practiced was the legacy of the Ancestral Dragon of the Human Race from three thousand years ago. Perhaps because it sensed a familiar aura, the Spear of the Ancestral Dragon had summoned him.

"It's a pity, this Spear of the Ancestral Dragon seems to have suffered some damage and lost most of its Spiritual Wisdom, with only a small part remaining. No wonder it has been discarded as scrap metal and left in a corner over the centuries," Ye Feng sighed to himself.

Nevertheless, despite being somewhat damaged and unable to exert the true power of the Spear of the Ancestral Dragon, it was still an extraordinary spiritual artifact.

This Spear of the Ancestral Dragon, Ye Feng could certainly use as his secret trump card!