Zhang Ling sat at the table, carefully examining the yellow paper talisman, and cautiously put it away. Then his gaze shifted to the other two items on the table. These were two magical artifacts: a sword and a shield. The shield was a palm-sized black iron shield, appearing dark and with a bumpy, flat surface. Wu Minghan said it was refined from refined iron and other materials. Its defensive power was outstanding; once activated, it could automatically defend around the body. Zhang Ling's body glowed with spiritual light, and with a wave of his hand, the small black shield was covered with a layer of blue light, instantly forming a one-foot-long blue light circular shield. The blue light shield flickered and flew around his body, Zhang Ling was overjoyed. After manipulating it, it could indeed fly up and down automatically as he wished, very small and flexible. Then, he picked up the sword-shaped magical artifact on the table and examined it. The sword was three feet long, with a cyan-white blade and a somewhat transparent appearance. There were also some small patterns on it, making it look exquisite, like a carefully carved jade sword. "Cicada Wing Sword" was refined from some special material, as thin as a cicada's wing, and extremely fast when activated. Flying Spirit Shield, Cicada Wing Sword. Both were top-grade magical artifacts, plus the Yellow Pearl Talisman. This was everything Wu Minghan exchanged for a Foundation Establishment Pill. Two top-grade magical artifacts were considered excellent. They could be exchanged for more than four thousand spirit stones on the market, plus the talisman. The overall value was around fourteen thousand spirit stones.
Of course, Foundation Establishment Pills and talismans were difficult to measure with spirit stones. If a Foundation Establishment Pill flowed to the outside world, exchanging it for twenty thousand spirit stones would not be difficult. But he also had his eye on this person's talisman. Both parties' transactions were based on mutual need. As for the loss of a Foundation Establishment Pill, he had already collected the spiritual herbs for refining Foundation Establishment Pills. He could try refining it soon. Zhang Ling began to refine the two magical artifacts, these were truly his top-grade magical artifacts. …… Next, his top priority was to cultivate as soon as possible. Whether it was his cultivation level or his Soul Refinement Technique, he had to speed up the progress. The time left for him was not much. Two months later, Zhang Ling balanced his cultivation, spiritual power, and Soul Refinement Technique. He still had more than two hours left each day. He began to study the sword talisman refining method on the gold foil. In a few days, he learned a "Sword Condensation Technique" recorded on it. This secret technique used the cultivator's spiritual power and divine sense to condense a sword light, which was then placed into the material used for planting the sword. Through continuous refinement, the sword light would take shape and then be refined into a sword talisman. The power depended on the sword light's final absorption of the sword-planting material. After carefully memorizing the key points of condensing the sword light, he began to condense the sword light. With his hands forming seals, Zhang Ling chanted mysterious incantations, and a layer of yellow spiritual power emerged from his body. This was the earth-attribute spiritual power he cultivated. Streams of yellow spiritual power were released by him, floating in front of him. His hand seals changed, and the spiritual power in his hands gradually increased. Streams of yellow spiritual power flowed in his hands. The yellow spiritual light flew out, turning into light clusters of different sizes. In the sound of magic seals and incantations, they stretched and transformed, gradually turning into mysterious runes. In the blink of an eye, after an incense stick of time, thirty to forty runes of different sizes had appeared in front of Zhang Ling. His expression also became serious. He urged the runes in front of him to combine and overlap. After another half an hour, most of the yellow light runes in front of him had overlapped, forming a light sword phantom. As the runes poured into the light sword, the light sword phantom suddenly trembled. Bang!
Not good, Zhang Ling suddenly stopped chanting the incantation and quickly flung his hand. The light sword flew out and exploded in mid-air after flying two feet away. Instantly, countless sword light phantoms flew in all directions. After a few breaths, the wooden house was a mess. Tables, chairs, and other items were turned into fragments. Only Zhang Ling, who was in a good position, remained as he was. At this moment, his face was covered in dust, and his clothes were torn in many places. Zhang Ling cursed inwardly, as expected, it was not easy to condense. The sword light condensation failed. The spiritual power in this sword light was unstable and exploded. It contained most of his spiritual power. The power was comparable to a high-level elementary spell. But this also made him overjoyed. An incomplete sword light had such power. If he refined a sword talisman, how great would the power be? Then he took out the gold foil and carefully examined the Sword Condensation Technique. Thus, more than twenty days passed. Zhang Ling looked at the yellow light sword light flying up and down with sweat on his forehead. The sword light was only an inch long and looked like a small light sword. With a wave of his hand, the yellow sword light flew into his hand, then flashed and merged into his body. Zhang Ling quickly closed his eyes and looked inward. In his dantian qi sea, the yellow sword light appeared in it. The first step was finally completed. He did not expect it to take him so much time. In the next three days, Zhang Ling constantly nurtured the sword light in his body until it was completely stable. Then he was relieved. After that, he came to the place where the Iron Cedar grew. This Ironwood grew in a corner of a spiritual field behind the small courtyard. Now it was two feet tall and as thick as a thigh. The leaves on it were cyan-black. This was a six-hundred-year-old Ironwood. This Ironwood was enough for cultivators to refine top-grade magical artifacts. In the hands of an experienced refiner, it was enough to refine five or six top-grade magical artifacts. In fact, after he studied the refining method of the jade talisman, the stronger the material for planting the sword light, the better. The material was important, but the power of the sword light depended on absorbing the spiritual power of the raw material. The sword light could take shape in a few months after planting it, but the power increased very little. To refine a powerful sword light, he could only spend time. This would waste a lot of the cultivator's time. After planting the sword light, he had to re-refine the sword light every once in a while, otherwise the sword light would gradually weaken in the raw material until it disappeared. In the end, the formation of the sword light was consuming the spiritual power on the raw material. The raw materials used for planting the sword were generally not ordinary and were not dead objects. Like the six-hundred-year-old Ironwood he chose, it was a plant, it was alive. If he did not care about the sword light after planting it, the sword light would be assimilated by the Ironwood after a period of time and eventually disappear. Thinking about the power and defects of the sword talisman refining in his heart. Zhang Ling raised his hand without hesitation, and the yellow sword light flew out of his body, pointing his finger. The yellow sword light flowed out with dozens of mysterious runes, flashing and disappearing into the Ironwood. Zhang Ling put his right hand on the Ironwood and sensed it carefully. The sword light stopped in the center of the Ironwood, and the runes on it kept flowing. "The second step has been completed." Zhang Ling then used a secret method to cast several spells on the Ironwood. Next, as long as he waited for two years, he would take out the sword light and know its power. If he eventually fought with Wei Shen, this old ghost, this was a trump card he had prepared. He looked forward to it.