Zhu Xian: The way of heaven collapses, and I only have one sword!

Chapter 16: Blood Refined Magical Weapon? Sword Mother Reshapes the Soul Devouring Rod!
"Xiao Qiye, there's something wrong with the bead on your friend's chest. It seems to be about to be unsealed." Jian Ma's voice echoed in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Let's wait and see." Chen Qiye nodded and said so.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaofan's gaze was cast towards the center of the pool in the clearing. There was a pile of rocks of varying sizes and shapes, many of which were exposed above the water. Among the rocks was a short, jet-black stick sticking diagonally.

At that moment, Zhang Xiaofan suddenly felt a heat in his chest, followed by several crackling sounds. Startled, he quickly pulled out the bead. The entire bead glowed with a brilliant green light, the azure energy within fiercely colliding with the bead's walls. The Buddhist mantra that was intended to block it grew increasingly fragile, and it seemed on the verge of collapse.

Zhang Xiaofan gritted his teeth, clenched the bead in his hand, and channeled his rudimentary "Great Brahma Prajna" into the bead. Buddhist mantras and Great Brahma Prajna were of the same origin, and the Buddhist mantra on the Bloodthirsty Bead lit up. But before Zhang Xiaofan could even smile, the mantra dimmed again. Simultaneously, a chill invaded his body, and half his body went numb.

When the gray monkey saw the pain on Zhang Xiaofan's face, his face turned green and he squeaked twice.

Zhang Xiaofan's meridians were cramping all over his body at this moment. He staggered a few steps back and was immediately hit by a familiar feeling of nausea, but there was no warmth to resist it.

The gray monkey kept squeaking, but dared not step into the open space again. It quickly ran to Chen Qiye and tugged at his sleeve.

Chen Qiye felt the gray monkey's pull and looked down at it, a flash of understanding in his eyes. He gently patted the gray monkey's head, signaling it to calm down, and then stared at Zhang Xiaofan.

Zhang Xiaofan stumbled closer to the strange pool, spitting out a mouthful of blood and nearly fainting. Suddenly, a loud roar sounded, and in an instant, even the sky darkened.

Chen Qiye slowly stood up and looked at the Bloodthirsty Pearl. The entire pearl was now azure, and the Buddha's mantra had been completely shattered. Zhang Xiaofan was also completely enveloped by the azure energy.

At the same moment, the two-foot-long black iron rod in the center of the pool slowly rose, emitting a constant stream of black energy. A murderous aura filled his face. Zhang Xiaofan screamed and fell backwards. The blood-sucking bead seemed to be stuck to his palm, unable to be shaken off, and it continued to devour his blood.

As Chen Qiye watched, the dark black staff suddenly charged towards the Blood-Sucking Pearl in Zhang Xiaofan's hand. With a resounding bang, the two sinister objects collided. The Soul-Sucking Staff's black energy emanated from it, attacking the latter relentlessly. The Blood-Sucking Pearl, sensing a formidable foe, quickly put all its might into resisting, the two sides locked in a stalemate.

Zhang Xiaofan instinctively shook his hands, but the two objects wouldn't go away. The black energy and the green light continued their battle. After an unknown amount of time, the black energy gained the upper hand, and the green light was gradually losing ground. Zhang Xiaofan felt a sharp pain in his palm. His own blood gathered into a large drop. The Blood-Sucking Pearl bathed in this drop, instantly overwhelming the black energy.

As more and more blood oozed out, Zhang Xiaofan gradually lost consciousness. The tip of the Soul Devouring Rod, where it came into contact with the Blood Devouring Pearl, slowly turned red. Over time, the two mysteriously merged.

Chen Qiye took a deep breath and walked quickly towards the intertwined mass of light and blood. At this moment, the air around him seemed to have been drained by the fight between the two ferocious creatures, and it was filled with a suffocating sense of oppression.

"Come here!" Chen Qiye shouted in a low voice, his voice like a bell, carrying an unquestionable momentum.

The Soul Devouring Rod, a fusion of the Blood Devouring Pearl and the Soul Capture Rod, flew uncontrollably towards Chen Qiye. Just as it was about to touch him, an invisible force suddenly erupted, forming an indestructible barrier in front of Chen Qiye, firmly blocking the Soul Devouring Rod.

Chen Qiye's gaze burned as he stared at the Soul Devouring Rod. His hands rapidly formed seals, and spiritual energy surged wildly throughout his body. Under his control, the invisible force slowly enveloped the Soul Devouring Rod, attempting to tame it. However, the Soul Devouring Rod, after all a fusion of two supremely ferocious creatures, refused to yield easily. It struggled violently, emitting a ferocious aura that continuously assaulted Chen Qiye's spiritual barrier, producing a sizzling sound.

"Xiao Qiye, this thing is too evil. If your friend treats it as his life-saving magic weapon, he will fall into the evil path sooner or later." The worried voice of Jian Ma echoed in Chen Qiye's sea of ​​consciousness.

Chen Qiye's brow furrowed, knowing full well that what Jian Ma said was true. The Soul Devouring Rod's struggles intensified, black lightning emanating from its surface, constantly impacting his spiritual energy envelope. "Either the Blood Devouring Pearl or the Soul Capture Rod is a deadly threat, not to mention they're blood-refined magical weapons fused with Zhang Xiaofan's blood," Chen Qiye said as he continued to suppress the Soul Devouring Rod.

"Just give it a fresh ritual, and let me do it." As soon as Sword Mother finished speaking, Chen Qiye's body stiffened, his eyes instantly bathed in a brilliant sword light. The spiritual energy surging through his body suddenly changed, becoming even more fierce and sharp, like the sound of thousands of swords clashing together.

Sword Mother controlled Chen Qiye's body, her hands dancing rapidly, forming hand seals unlike any Chen Qiye had used before. Each movement carried a graceful yet irresistible power. Sword shadows flew from Chen Qiye's fingertips, swirling and weaving around the Soul Devouring Rod, attempting to completely suppress it.

The Soul Devouring Rod, sensing an unprecedented threat, struggled ever more frantically. The murderous aura it emanated was like a surging black wave, crashing wave after wave into the circle of sword shadows. Black lightning repeatedly struck the sword shadows, emitting a deafening roar. Yet, the sword shadows seemed to possess life, shattering and then quickly reforming, tightly trapping the Soul Devouring Rod.

As Sword Mother performed her ritual, the black aura surrounding the Soul Devouring Rod gradually began to change. A hint of the sharp edge of a sword now shone through the originally pure, murderous aura. Simultaneously, Zhang Xiaofan, still unconscious, began to tremble slightly, a look of pain on his face, as if he had some mysterious connection to the Soul Devouring Rod, sensing everything it endured.

"You think you can defy me with just one magic weapon? Ignorant! Refine it!"

Under the Sword Mother's frantic ritual, the Soul Devouring Rod's resistance gradually weakened. Like nimble snakes, the sword's shadows wormed their way into the Soul Devouring Rod, erasing its original sinister patterns one by one and replacing them with fine, intricate sword patterns, each emitting a sharp sword aura.

Around Chen Qiye's body, spiritual energy surged like a raging vortex, madly rushing towards the Soul Devouring Rod. The Soul Devouring Rod, originally as black as ink, now had a faint silver-white sheen.

Zhang Xiaofan's body trembled in his coma, and his expression shifted from pain to calm. Miraculously, a faint thread of spiritual energy stretched from his body, connecting to the Soul Devouring Rod. This thread wasn't forcibly seized by the Soul Devouring Rod, but rather a natural union.

As the last sword shadow sank into the Soul Devouring Rod, the entire world seemed to fall silent. The oppressive, suffocating aura of murderous intent dissipated, replaced by a clear, sharp aura, as if one were surrounded by a thousand swords.

Jian Ma paused her hand seals, and Chen Qiye's eyes returned to normal. He stared at the Soul Devouring Rod, hovering quietly before him, and reached out to gently grasp it. Instantly, a powerful yet gentle force emanated from the Soul Devouring Rod, perfectly aligning with his spiritual power. Even so, it was not something he could wield.

"Sister Fairy, why don't you just make this stick into a sword?" Chen Qiye asked doubtfully.

Sword Mother chuckled softly, her voice echoing through Chen Qiye's mind: "This staff has been mingled with your friend's blood, and has acquired a unique spirituality. If you force it into a sword, not only will the magical connection between it and your friend be destroyed, but it may also damage the spirituality of the magic weapon, significantly reducing its power."

Chen Qiye nodded slightly, as if thinking about something: "Although it is still a stick, it seems to be no different from a sword."

Sword Mother responded, "Although the appearance of this magic weapon has not changed, the internal patterns and aura have been reshaped by the sword patterns, and the sword energy within it has also been condensed to be no different from a sword."

"Sister Fairy, there is one most important question, that is, will this stick become an evil object again?" Chen Qiye nodded and said.

"After my ritual, this stick has completely transformed. It is impossible for it to turn back into an evil object." Sword Mother said softly.

Chen Qiye nodded. He knew Jian Ma's strength. If she said it was okay, then it was definitely okay. Furthermore, in his perception, the stick had become extremely pure.

(End of this chapter)