Qin Dynasty: I am the First Emperor, starting with the Moon Goddess.

"Just an ordinary martial artist."

Upon hearing this, the court officials could only manage a wry smile.

Only the King could be so indifferent to martial artists.

"Continue to increase investment in spirit gathering arrays, and allow the planting of spirit rice to proceed freely without any restrictions."

"Here!"

The court officials responded in unison.

No one doubts Ying Zheng's decision now.

Just follow the king and you'll be fine.

……

After handling official business.

Ying Zheng was preparing to return to the inner palace when he saw a caravan continuously transporting goods into the palace.

He asked doubtfully:

"what happened?"

Feng Yi emerged from the shadows, her voice cool and aloof:

"Your Majesty, it is red gold ore sent back from the north."

A portion of all kinds of rare and precious treasures are kept in the palace.

Ying Zheng's eyes lit up slightly.

He walked quickly toward the inner palace.

He'd had the spirit furnace for so long, but he hadn't actually used it to forge any weapons yet.

The materials have arrived.

I'll give it a try.

Chapter Thirty-Three: Forging Spiritual Weapons! Yan Fei was furious.

In front of the Jade Palace.

Several beautiful women were meditating cross-legged.

A misty, spiritual aura emanates from it.

A gentle breeze rippled through the light, sheer dress.

Several pairs of jade-like silk feet were wrapped around.

Hu Meiren and Da Siming were the most alluring, their purple silk stockings smooth and seductive.

Madam Hu and the Moon Goddess, with their slender, jade-like legs encased in black stockings, exuded nobility and mystery.

Yanfei has a gentle and refined nature.

Her long, bare legs and plump, adorable toes, with their pinkish-red flesh, were enough to attract attention.

Seeing this pleasing scene, Ying Zheng couldn't help but make a joke.

"What's gotten into you lately? You've been cultivating so diligently?"

They heard Ying Zheng's voice.

Nongyu, who was sleeping on the chair, quickly got up, sticking her little bottom out.

"Brother Zheng, you're here~"

The girl skipped over to Ying Zheng's side, her little face full of affectionate smiles.

Ying Zheng rubbed her head.

"Hmm~"

Then, smiling, he asked:

"The ore for refining magical artifacts has arrived. What weapon does Xiaoyuer want? I will refine it for you."

The two men's conversation startled everyone awake.

The Moon Goddess opened her eyes, somewhat surprised and delighted:

"So fast?"

Ying Zheng nodded, "Meng Tian sent it back urgently."

They brought everything back on spirit horses, how could it not be fast?

As he spoke, Ying Zheng took out the furnace.

The furnace is small and has a simple, antique design.

Ying Zheng activated the magic incantation, and the furnace swelled in the wind, growing to over three zhang in the blink of an eye.

It is located in the garden.

Yan Fei's small mouth opened slightly, her pink tongue trembled slightly, and she murmured in disbelief:

"This...this is magic, isn't it...?"

The High Priest rolled his eyes at her and laughed:

"That country bumpkin is so ignorant!"

Yan Fei's pretty face immediately darkened; this vixen was really asking for a beating.

The two started arguing again.

Ying Zheng shook his head helplessly, knowing that the two were not really angry, so he ignored them.

Wait for Fengwei to deliver the materials.

Ying Zheng then sat down cross-legged and threw the materials into the furnace one by one.

The pure dragon power gave birth to black mystic fire.

Refine impurities.

Fusion materials.

"Little Jade, what weapon do you want?"

Seeing everyone looking at her, Nongyu blushed slightly and whispered:

"Sword~"

Ying Zheng nodded and began to cast the spell.

The fiery red mineral solution quickly transformed into the shape of a small sword.

Zhi! !

Tempering with spiritual liquid.

Suddenly, a small, ice-blue sword, as smooth as jade, appeared in Ying Zheng's palm.

"so beautiful!"

"Thank you, Brother Zheng~"

Ying Zheng chuckled, flicked his finger, and dripped a drop of Nongyu's blood essence onto the spirit sword.

Instantly, the spiritual energy hummed and trembled.

The next moment, Nongyu felt as if she had an extra hand, and a thought struck her.

The spirit sword then transformed into a stream of light, dancing around.

Seeing this, the two who were arguing stopped.

Her beautiful eyes widened in disbelief.

"Can it be manipulated with mere thought?"

"Sword control technique, this is a legendary magic that only immortals know."

"Yan Fei exclaimed in surprise."

In the martial arts world, there are many masters who can control their swords with their qi and gather qi into blades, such as Xinghun of the Yin Yang School.

But Nongyu controls her sword with her mind.

These are completely two concepts.

For a moment, even the Hu sisters, who knew the least about martial arts, found their breathing becoming heavy.

A celestial artifact!!

"Your Majesty, I want some too!"

"Your Majesty~"

Hu Meiren and Da Siming, with their charming allure, pressed themselves against each other.