The rag picking sister turned out to be a weapon refiner

"This... is this the law of time?" Hu Xingtong asked in surprise. She didn't expect Chen Wu to be so thoughtful and even prepare such rare materials for her.

Chen Wu nodded. "It seems so, but not much. I didn't know at the time that this thing contained the law of time. I just thought it was something special. Now it seems that using it to help you refine your magical tool should have a good effect."

Hu Xingtong was deeply moved. Although Chen Wu was usually talkative, he always managed to surprise her at crucial moments. She picked up the Time Crystal and examined it carefully, already having a new design for the magical instrument in mind.

After some description, Hu Xingtong chose a clock as its appearance, and adopted a very simple design for the interior. After all, it only had two abilities: rewinding time and accelerating time. There was no need to make it so fancy, and he didn't have the ability to do it.

By the time the materials and designs were all ready, several days had passed and Hu Xingtong's body could no longer bear it and he fell asleep.

When I woke up again, Lingxian and Tan Yuruo were standing by my bed, and they were not in a very good condition.

Seeing Hu Xingtong wake up, Tan Yuruo seemed relieved and glared at Hu Xingtong with a somewhat blaming tone, "Senior Sister, can you have a good rest these few days? You finally got better, but now you've ruined it again."

Indeed, as soon as I got together, my whole body felt like it was falling apart. Now I am probably even more fragile than Lin Daiyu.

"It's okay. I like to sleep normally. If I sleep more, I'll like it even more when I get enough sleep."

Hu Xingtong saw that Tan Yuruo and Ling Xian's figures trembled noticeably, and then they looked at him with strange expressions.

She didn't think she said anything wrong. She thought, "If you sleep more, you won't be able to wake up. Isn't it normal to sleep more?"

Although Hu Xingtong's body was a little weak, he was still a cultivator with a strong body. At worst, he had only slept for two days. Now that he woke up, he naturally had extra energy to do what he was supposed to do.

"Ruoruo, go and practice. Lingxian and I will go to the refining room again. I still have some things to refine."

"Senior Sister wants to send me away again. You've been hiding from us for some reason. You're still hiding like this. All of us are trying to find a way to restore your Dao Heart, but you're the only one seeking death and hiding yourself. Do you know how much you're sorry for us? Can you please think about yourself and take a good rest for your health?"

In the end, there was a hint of ridicule in Tan Yuruo's tone.

"That's right, Senior Sister is so talented, how could she be willing to live in this world for irrelevant people." After saying that, she turned around and left without stopping.

Originally, he thought that he was powerful enough to drive away such a scheming killer. But when Tan Yuruo turned sideways to leave the door of the room, Hu Xingtong suddenly saw a few drops of crystal flying in the air. This made Hu Xingtong not know what to do.

Who would have thought that what he did could make his junior sister cry.

That doesn't make sense. How come my passive skill, Sacred Heart, didn't detect Junior Sister's emotions in time?

"Xiao Wuzi, are my five senses degenerating?"

【Why do you ask? 】

"I can't sense other people's emotions anymore..."

[…It’s a bit degraded…]

Tsk, the deterioration of the five senses means that my body has indeed deteriorated again. No wonder Tan Yuruo is unhappy. It seems that the impact of extracting the mineral bone on me is not ordinary.

"Do you have anything else to do?" Ling Xian looked at her with scrutiny in his eyes. Hu Xingtong withdrew her gaze and replied calmly, "There's still one thing I haven't done."

"Does it have to be done?"

Hu Xingtong looked up and met Lingxian's gaze, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, "Yes, it must be done. Moreover, after finishing this one, maybe I can find what I want." Perhaps some answers can be found from that memory.

Ling Xian didn't say anything else, but just stood up silently and followed Hu Xingtong to the refining room.

In the refining room, flames were blazing. Hu Xingtong took out the stone crystal, mineral bone fragments and time-space crystal and placed them in the center of the table. He took out Wen Zhao's message jade slip, thinking that the refining of this magic weapon required a clear path and he would also need to use it himself, so there was no need to add fame to Gu Xing. He told Wen Zhao his idea. When the latter wanted to say something, Hu Xingtong unilaterally cut off the conversation.

She didn't need to listen to what this person said next to know what it was. It was nothing more than asking her to stop refining the weapon and have a good rest.

But the key is, she has to have the time to rest. She was born with the life of an ox or a horse, there is nothing she can do about it.

In order to save spiritual energy, Hu Xingtong even chose to set up a formation in the refining room, and directly introduced the Nine Golden Cold Star Fire onto the table in the refining room, directly turning a corner of the table into a refining furnace, and then placed the stone crystal, mineral bone and time and space crystal on it one by one. The surrounding formation began to operate, and runes flashed in the air, guiding out the power of the three materials bit by bit.

This process was long and boring. Hu Xingtong concentrated on controlling every detail. Fine beads of sweat oozed out of her forehead, but her eyes were unusually firm and bright. Ling Xian was watching from the side. When Hu Xingtong needed to use spiritual power, he would use her demonic power to control the formation for her.

These two times of cooperation also deepened his understanding of the formation, and he also understood better when he needed to add spiritual power to better help Hu Xingtong.

As time passed, the outline of the instrument gradually became clearer, each gear and each pointer slowly taking shape under Hu Xingtong's control. She could feel the power of time flowing through the instrument, and that mysterious and wonderful feeling formed a small circulation within it.

Finally, when the last rune merged into the magic weapon, the entire refining room suddenly fell silent. Hu Xingtong breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that she had succeeded.

The magical instrument lay quietly on the table, its appearance simple yet exquisite. It bore no numbers, only complex circles of lines, like the trajectory of time. Hu Xingtong gently touched its surface, feeling the power within it: the whisper of time, one of the most profound laws of the universe.

"What did I call you?" Hu Xingtong looked at the magic weapon in his hand with satisfaction, and suddenly heard a loud noise outside the house.

"Boom——"

What was going on? The two of them hurriedly walked out of the refining room, and when they looked up, they saw a black cloud of disaster circling in the sky.

Who wants to survive the tribulation? Hu Xingtong thought, not noticing the magic weapon in his hand was flashing with light.

[Xingxing, get out of here quickly, this is your thunder punishment!] Chen Wu's anxious voice shouted in Hu Xingtong's sea of ​​consciousness.

Hu Xingtong also reacted immediately, flying out with difficulty holding the magic weapon in his hand.

The thunderclouds were still gathering, obviously giving Hu Xingtong time to prepare. However, the accumulation of thunderclouds made the originally clear sky become even darker. This scene was even more creepy than the day of the Nascent Soul Thunder Tribulation.

"Senior Sister!" Tan Yuruo's voice echoed behind him. Hu Xingtong couldn't even look back. He could only drag his unsteady body and fly away from this area.