My Optimized Immortal Life

Half a month later, Chen Qing was still sitting in the side room. His clothes were already soaked with sweat and stuck to his body. In the tripod in front of him, in the bright light, the outline of a three-foot-long sword was vaguely visible.

It finally happened.

Chen Qing waved his hands and cast the last few spells before he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In the past half month, Chen Qing first refined several top-grade flying swords. After regaining his touch, Chen Qing began to try to refine spiritual weapons. Of course, the refining material was naturally the demon bones of the cold stone python. Although it was not the skull and tailbone, which were two excellent materials, it was at least a second-grade material, which was just right for refining spiritual weapons.

However, even though the materials used reached the second level, the first refining still ended in failure. But Chen Qing was not discouraged. He knew very well that he was only able to master the trick of refining spiritual weapons by relying on his innate ability.

But mastering the trick and refining it by hand are two different things. He has never had experience in refining spiritual weapons. At most, he has been familiar with it many times in his optimized memory.

However, this was not a big deal. The reason for the failure was clearly revealed in the optimized memory, which allowed Chen Qing to progress extremely quickly. After only four more failures, he successfully refined a spiritual weapon.

Afterwards, he used the remaining cold stone python bones to refine several spiritual weapons. Although they were only the lowest-grade spiritual weapons, his success rate in refining spiritual weapons had reached 70%. He could almost start trying to use the red sun iron and the cold stone python's tailbone to refine higher-grade spiritual weapons.

Then he spent almost seven days refining this spiritual flying sword, the main materials of which were red sun iron and the tail bone of a cold stone python.

Now, it is the final moment.

As the spiritual energy fluctuations in the cauldron subsided and the light converged, Chen Qing knew that the sword was complete.

He reached out and slapped the lid of the cauldron, and then he heard a long cry. A red rainbow suddenly rushed out from the cauldron, and in an instant it reached the edge of the formation. After being blocked by the formation, it circled in the house, and finally stopped in Chen Qing's hand, turning into a three-foot-long red rainbow flying sword.

Chen Qing smiled. He added his own essence and blood during the refining process, so the refined flying sword would naturally attach to him instinctively.

His spiritual consciousness moved and poured into the flying sword, leaving a spiritual imprint in the flying sword in an instant. Then, his powerful foundation-building magic power was also injected into it, refining the entire flying sword.

An hour later, Chen Qing, who had completely refined the flying sword, had a thought, and the red rainbow flying sword in his hand suddenly turned into a rainbow light, rushed into Chen Qing's hand, went straight down, and in an instant arrived at his dantian, suspended above many liquid magic powers.

This is the biggest difference between magic tools and spiritual tools. Magic tools cannot be taken into the body of a cultivator, unless it is a natal magic tool nurtured by the cultivator's natal essence and blood.

Chen Qing's mind moved, and the red rainbow flying sword in his dantian suddenly turned into a rainbow light, shooting out from his body, circling around his body several times, and then under his control it came to his palm again, turning into a red rainbow long sword that he held.

He looked up and down at the flying sword again.

Chen Qing nodded happily.

"With Red Sun Iron and the Cold Stone Python's tailbone as its main materials, this flying sword has reached the highest grade. It's quite good, enough to be a spiritual weapon for a cultivator who has reached the Perfect Foundation Establishment stage."

After thinking about it, Chen Qing said again.

"Let's just call you Scarlet Sun Sword."

As if it heard that it was being called, the Chiyang Sword suddenly rang softly, as if in joy.

Chen Qing nodded, put the Chiyang Sword into his dantian again, and then began to pack up the cauldron and other things for refining spiritual weapons.

A quarter of an hour later, after tidying up the things in the room, Chen Qingcai sat cross-legged on the cushion and began to recover his magic power.

In order to refine the Red Sun Sword, he did not recover his magic power for seven consecutive days and seven nights. Even though his cultivation had already reached the perfect foundation-building stage and his magic power had reached the foundation-building limit of 360 drops, his magic power was now close to exhaustion, with only a dozen drops of liquid magic power in his dantian.

Three hours later, Chen Qing, who had fully recovered his magic power, stood up, swept his spiritual sense across his dantian, and said in surprise.

"I didn't expect that there would be such a benefit when my mana is almost exhausted."

At this moment, in Chen Qing's dantian, three hundred and sixty drops of crimson magic power gathered in the center of the dantian. There was an inexplicable connection between each drop of magic power, and all the magic powers were connected in series. From a distance, it looked like a crimson inner elixir the size of a human head.

Chen Qing knew very well that this was a manifestation of the ultimate concentration of mana. Three hundred and sixty drops of mana was already the limit for a foundation-building cultivator. On this basis, the upper limit of mana could no longer be increased, but the degree of concentration could be further improved. However, as the degree of concentration increased, the mana in the body would gradually be connected together, forming an incomplete pill-shaped mana ball in the body, similar to the golden elixir cultivated by a Jindan cultivator.

This is also the reason why cultivators who have completed the foundation-building stage are called false elixir cultivators. The more condensed the false elixir they cultivate, the greater the possibility of it becoming a golden elixir when they break through. With the degree of condensation of the magic power in Chen Qing's body, the probability of breaking through to the golden elixir at this moment is at least 50%.

Of course, even if he wanted to break through, he would be powerless. After all, he had not yet deduced the method of forming the elixir, and was unable to guide the magic power to condense into elixir.

However, this is also a benefit, as it can allow him to further condense his magic power and increase the probability of successfully forming a pill.

Chen Qing smiled. He still had to refine the skull of the Frost Stone Python into a spiritual weapon. That would give him another chance to condense his mana. After that, even without the benefit of the spiritual objects or the convenience of the elixir, he would still be able to form a pill.

Chen Qing was in a very good mood as the Dan stage was just around the corner. However, he had already stayed in the room for half a month, so it was time for him to go out and see Xu Lingxin.

After lifting the restriction, Chen Qing pushed open the door and walked into the main room, but he could not see the beautiful figure. He stretched out his spiritual sense, which suddenly covered the entire yard, and then he felt Xu Lingxin's breath under the familiar osmanthus tree in the yard.

Chen Qing smiled knowingly, closed the door, and walked quickly out of the main room. He saw Xu Lingxin, dressed in purple gauze, sitting on a stone chair under the thick osmanthus tree with branches spread out like a canopy, holding a tea set in her hand.

Seeing this, Chen Qing walked over slowly with his hands behind his back, sat down on the stone bench next to Xu Lingxin, and just watched Xu Lingxin fiddle with it quietly.

After a moment, the tea flowed out of the teapot and was caught by the jade teacup. The light green tea rippled in it, and a faint tea fragrance immediately spread out. Although the fragrance was very light, it left a deep impression on people. Just by inhaling a little, Chen Qing was a little addicted to it.

It's just tea, but the fragrance is so addictive.

Only at this moment did Xu Lingxin stop what she was doing. She brought the teacup filled with tea on the table to Chen Qing with a smile on her face.

"Chen Lang, would you like to try it?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Qing smiled, immediately picked up the teacup and took a sip.

The tea liquid rushed into the throat in an instant, but the expected tea aroma did not appear, and even the bitterness of the tea itself was gone. It had no taste at all, which was extremely strange.

Chen Qing looked at Xu Lingxin with a puzzled look, but the latter narrowed her eyes and motioned him to continue like an old fox. He had no choice but to take another sip, but it still had no taste.

As if he didn't believe it, Chen Qing took another sip. It was still the same. He suddenly felt a speechless loneliness. Although there was tea in his mouth, it was not even as good as ordinary cold water. He looked at Xu Lingxin.

However, he discovered that the stone table and stone chairs beside him had all disappeared at some point, and the tall osmanthus tree had withered. The lines on the tree became deeper, and a silent sense of death emanated from it.

Suddenly, Chen Qing felt someone patting him on the shoulder.

He suddenly came to his senses and saw that the osmanthus tree had not withered, the stone table and stone chair were still there, and the lady in purple gauze was still sitting on the stone chair, looking at him with a smile, and then withdrew her hand.

"This is the tea I brewed with great difficulty. How is it, husband? It tastes good, doesn't it?"

Chen Qing immediately knew the culprit and asked in confusion.

"Lingxin, what kind of spiritual tea is this?"

Xu Lingxin smiled.

"This is the second-level spiritual tea I brewed, called the Death Mysterious Spiritual Liquid."