Chapter 937: Chapter 640: True Spirit, Reality and Illusion, Divine Weapon Emerges!

Fighting fiercely with Yang Yuetian, who stood over two meters tall, Meng Chuan didn’t need to compress his form and could release it entirely.

Close-quarter lessons inevitably led to unavoidable contact and collisions.

As slender hands bypassed the barriers and accidentally touched something soft, Meng Chuan’s fists and feet trembled slightly...

Yang Yuetian leaned forward, her black hair and golden eyes causing her exquisite face to magnify infinitely in Meng Chuan’s eyes.

Her long, curved eyelashes fluttered, and Meng Chuan captured a fiery, intense desire in those golden eyes.

A sweet, warm breath hit his face, and at the moment when it entered his nostrils...

As Meng Chuan clenched his fists, he had a faint foreboding...

Time flew by so quickly.

The lesson time for today came to an end, yet Yang Yuetian’s gaze remained soft and clung to him, reluctant to let go...

No words were exchanged, and Meng Chuan didn’t know what to say, coughing twice to bring her back to her senses.

He subtly tucked in his stomach to hide the supreme bone and awkwardly fled.

Fighting any longer, he really couldn’t hold back...

...

March 28th, before dawn.

Scattered noises filled the air as the mountain paths became increasingly sticky and muddy.

Spring rain is as precious as oil.

All across Erlang Mountain, only near the Yang Family’s smithy fortress was clean of rain, with fish-scale clouds hanging low above.

Fish scales constantly rolled as static sounds crackled in the void, merging with the fortress.

The outer layer of the fortress was made of special materials to block lightning interference. Thunder in the overcast clouds could only whip up flying dust, but the fortress remained steadfast.

Inside, Yang Zhaoxing stood before a gigantic furnace, his expression solemn, ignoring everything else.

Yet the sounds of hammering and tapping never ceased.

Reforging the Ying Zhao should have been a sure bet.

But Meng Chuan brought a mysterious tailbone, significantly increasing the difficulty of forging, even causing someone who had forged Fifth-Grade Divine Weapons not to be careless.

Nevertheless, the material was excellent. He painstakingly ground it and mixed it into the halberd embryo, doubling its toughness and hardness, probably making even a Fifth-Grade Divine Weapon hard-pressed to dent or damage it.

That tailbone was indeed formidable, being the tailbone sword wielded by the Burning Steel itself.

However, as it involved the son of the Purgatory Divine Master, Meng Chuan didn’t elaborate much, so as not to implicate the Yang Family.

Simultaneously, a few days ago, Meng Chuan transcribed the Limit Breaking version of the Long-Brow Fist and left it for Yang Zhaoxing.

The comments from the national assessment team on this method he had seen a few days ago as well.

"Extends vitality, stimulates life force."

Judging from this, it should have a longevity effect, but it requires reaching near perfection to be apparent.

This method was only a second-tier fist skill, trivial for a martial arts grandmaster like Yang Zhaoxing.

There was no need for hands-on instruction; he could practice alone by following the boxing manual left by Meng Chuan.

...

Today, the Divine Weapon was born, and as he stood aside, Meng Chuan’s expression grew increasingly excited.

He had awaited nearly a month, his emotions barely controllable.

"The last quenching, to wash away the impurities."

Yang Zhaoxing explained while applying gang qi to his arms, placing the enormous elongated object into the furnace.

"Keep bleeding, don’t stop until I say so."

"Understood."

Meng Chuan had been prepared; this was the final spiritual shaping before it came out of the furnace.

No stone cauldron was needed, Meng Chuan directly extended his hand into the glowing, blazing hot forging furnace.

Pressing his palm firmly, he ran one hand along the halberd embryo from end to end, constantly letting blood flow.

Standing by, Yang Yuetian watched, biting her silver teeth tightly, her elegant brows knitted, her hands holding nourishing elixirs trembling slightly.

The furnace must be incredibly hot...

Even Martial Arts Grandmaster grandfather had to avoid it, yet Meng Chuan dared so boldly; what if he hurt himself...

Disregarding the concerns behind him, Meng Chuan’s gaze was fixed intently on the inside of the furnace.

Scorching blood collided with the rapidly heating halberd body, bursting into a dense blood mist.

The blood mist swirled chaotically inside the furnace before gradually settling, soaking into every part of the halberd.

"Be careful, the spirit of the fourth-grade Ying Zhao might retaliate."

Upon hearing Yang Zhaoxing’s reminder, Meng Chuan nodded, sensing to the fullest extent. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Meng Chuan observed, as his blood nourished it, the large halberd within the fire transformed from a coal-like dirty grey to a translucent, deep and reflective glossy black.

The metamorphosis continued all the way to the halberd head where the double-eared crescent blades and the halberd point were, as a silvery-bright whiteness filled Meng Chuan’s vision at that moment!

The Qi Observation Skill captured an unusual aura.

Suddenly, a giant eagle entwined with blue flames, its feathers like steel needles, attacked Meng Chuan’s heart spirit!

"Concentrate..."

Before Yang Zhaoxing could speak, an anxious Yang Yuetian couldn’t help but exclaim first:

"Meng Chuan! Be careful!"

Meng Chuan had assured it was fine, but the scene was too terrifying, and Yang Yuetian blurted out in her distress.

In Yang Yuetian’s sight, the giant eagle with eyes ablaze charged out from the furnace, its massive hooked claws landing on Meng Chuan’s shoulder, its head rearing back, beak striking heavily at his brow!

Standing by, Yang Zhaoxing furrowed his brow; this giant eagle was no ordinary beast but the true spirit of a fourth-tier Ying Zhao!

Like the Celestial Demon or the Tiger Demon, this celestial being contained a trace of divine blood in its body, making it far mightier than standard celestial demons.

If Meng Chuan had the body of a grandmaster, he would trust that his mental sea would remain unharmed.

Now...

It seemed a bit too rash!

Facing Ying Zhao’s earth-shattering attack, Meng Chuan, at the first moment, called upon the enormous shadow sentinel residing at the brow of his upper Dan Tian.

He took a deep breath, and the massive elephant stirred as if erupting like a volcano, suddenly awakening!

Noticing a black shadow rushing toward him with thunderous intensity, the Elephant God flapped its giant fan-like ears, raising two mighty legs like celestial pillars, and stomped heavily on the ground!