Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“You’re trying to combine two spirit weapons? How is that possible?”

When Elder Feng heard Ye Mo’s words, he was first alarmed. Then, he continued, “Disciple, spirit weapons are weapons with spiritual wisdom in them. That is what we call the weapon spirit. Each spirit weapon is akin to a life form. If you combine two spirit weapons, there will be a conflict between the weapon spirits.”

“Is there no way to do that? The Sky Blood Spear is a two part weapon comprised of the shaft and spear head. Since our predecessors could successfully forge this weapon, there must be a way to do this,” Ye Mo said.

“Master doesn’t know much about weapon refining. But I can bring you to your Martial Uncle Yun so you can ask him about that. He is a grandmaster weapon refiner. The Devil Firecloud Sword he uses is a spirit weapon he had forged himself. Even my Gale Demonslayer Saber was forged by him,” Elder Feng said.

“What? He is a weapon refiner that has forged spirit weapons before?” Ye Mo’s heart pounded in shock. Let alone spirit weapons, even magic weapons weren’t something ordinary weapon refiners could forge. Otherwise, spirit weapons wouldn’t be so rare.

“Yes. But your Martial Uncle Yun has only forged three spirit weapons his whole life. He had since retired. Many warriors have kowtowed to him begging for him to refine a spirit weapon for them but he has ignored them all,” Elder Feng explained.

“Now my interest is piqued. Such a senior is indeed worth talking to. In any case, your disciple is very interested in weapon refinement,” Ye Mo said.

“Master had mentioned you to your Martial Uncle Yun a few days ago. He is quite interested in you as well. But he had also mentioned that if you want to pay him a visit, you have to go alone. He will only meet you after you go through his trial,” Elder Feng said.

“There’s a trial involved?”

“Although your Martial Uncle Yun looks fierce and unfeeling, he is in fact a very kind person. The trial is only so he could test your cultivation. Don’t worry,” Elder Feng said and patted Ye Mo’s shoulder. Then, he brought Ye Mo to a huge pavilion before returning to his Divine Wind Pavilion.

Elder Yun’s pavilion was called the Firecloud Pavilion. This pavilion looked even more imposing than the Divine Wind Pavilion. Before Ye Mo even approached it, he saw a woman that looked about his age standing beside the pavilion. She was brandishing her sword around, practicing her swordsmanship. The sword was pitch black, broad, and had an extremely sharp tip.

The woman had an adorable appearance. She was wearing the cultivation robe of the Qingyun League, and on her head were two blue scarves with two bouncy ponytails hanging out of the scarves. Her physical appearance wasn’t what attracted Ye Mo’s attention. Rather, it was the weapon she was holding. Each time she waved that weapon, clouds of fire would form around it. A faint trace of Sinister Power was leaking out of the fire clouds.

Of course, this Sinister Power wasn’t exactly sinister in an evil manner. Rather, it was sinister in an upstanding manner as it would only be sinister when facing an enemy. This Sinister Power wasn’t something easily mastered. The moment a person lost control over it, the Sinister Power would invade that person’s body, causing that person to lose his mind. Since this woman could so easily wave this special sword around, it could only mean that she had quite a powerful cultivation level.

“She is about my age yet she’s already an Energy Shaping Sixth Realm warrior. This Qingyun League is indeed filled with talented individuals,” Ye Mo muttered as he slowly approached the pavilion. The ponytailed woman heard the sound of someone approaching. She stopped and looked at Ye Mo vigilantly before saying, “This is Elder Yun’s place of cultivation. Fellow league member, please leave.”

“I am Ye Mo, here to seek an audience with Martial Uncle Yun,” Ye Mo stated with a smile.

“You’re Ye Mo?” The ponytailed woman smiled as she started looking Ye Mo up and down. “I am Yun Chuchu. I’ve heard about you from Grandpa Feng before. He claimed that you are the kind of genius that only appears every 100 years. At Energy Shaping First Realm, you are already capable of defeating Energy Shaping Fourth Realm warriors. I never expected that you would be this young.”

“You are the one that’s an actual genius. We are about the same age yet you have already reached Energy Shaping Sixth Realm. Moreover, if my guess is correct, the weapon you’re using is the Devil Firecloud Sword, a spirit weapon forged by Martial Uncle Yun,” Ye Mo spoke softly.

The ponytailed woman smiled when she heard this. “That’s right. I made a bet with grandpa that if I am able to use his Devil Firecloud Sword, the weapon will be mine. And ultimately, I was truly able to use his weapon.”

“You being able to use this weapon can only mean that you have a kind heart. If it was me instead, that Sinister Power would have gotten possession of me by now,” Ye Mo said.

“We have been talking so much I have nearly forgotten why you’re here. You want to meet grandpa? He already mentioned that to meet him, you have to go through his trial,” the ponytailed woman said.

When Ye Mo saw the faint smile on Yun Chuchu’s face, he asked. “The trial wouldn’t involve me defeating you, right?”

“Bingo!” Yun Chuchu clapped and giggled. “But you are definitely not my match. Since you are Grandpa Feng’s beloved disciple and are also capable of refining the Appearance Pill, I shall allow you to pass.”

Ye Mo gazed at the kind Yun Chuchu and smiled. “So we’re not fighting?”

“Nope. Won’t it be fine so long as I tell grandpa that you defeated me when he asks later? What an idiot.” Yun Chuchu stuck her tongue out as she teased. Then, she brought Ye Mo into the pavilion. When they arrived at a certain wing of the pavilion, Yun Chuchu knocked on the door.

A vigorous voice sounded from behind the door, “Chuchu, have you brought Ye Mo here? Have you been ignoring my words again? Both of you are still breathing steadily. It is obvious that you haven’t even fought yet.”

Ye Mo clasped his hands and bowed at the door and said, “Martial Uncle Yun, Chuchu has a kind nature. That was why she has allowed me to enter. I hope you won’t blame her for this.”

“Come on in. Chuchu, continue cultivating.”

Chuchu made a face at the door before leaving. Ye Mo opened the door and instantly, a valiant aura blasted out of the room. The aura was so heavy Ye Mo couldn’t take another step forward. He felt as if he had been submerged in a sea of fire clouds, clouds that were suffocating him.

His entire body started shaking and with a subdued groan, the Rising Dragon Pillar started shaking. Then, a boundless Devour Power surged out and shed off this sense of suppression being subjected on him. Then, with his back straight, Ye Mo stepped into the room.

Next, he saw an old man with a head of curly hair. The old man appeared fierce, as if he was a god of warfare. No ordinary person would dare approach him. If Elder Feng hadn’t told him Martial Uncle Yun’s true character, Ye Mo would probably think that this Martial Uncle Yun was trying to kill him.

“Not bad at all. No wonder Junior Brother Feng praises you so much. You are indeed a talented kid,” Elder Yun said and nodded his head in satisfaction.

Ye Mo cupped his hands in greeting and said, “Thanks for the praise, Martial Uncle Yun. I am here to seek your help on something.”

“You can forget it if you want me to help forge a spirit weapon for you. I have long retired from that,” Elder Yun said as he waved his hand.

“I understanding that forging a spirit weapon will require a few years or even a few decades. I don’t have the luxury to wait that long. But I do have the spearhead of a spirit weapon and also a stick that is also a spirit weapon. I only want to get Martial Uncle Yun to help me combine the two spirit weapons.”

The moment Ye Mo finished his words, Elder Yun’s gaze landed on the two weapons Ye Mo was carrying on his back, fiery clouds started roiling in his eyes.