Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8547 8547: Refining _1

Sword cultivators pride themselves on the ability to shatter every technique with a singular blade. This philosophy serves as the foundation for Zhao Hai’s approach. While he does not intend to force every disciple to master flying swords, he adheres to the principle that a lone weapon can dismantle any defense. Consequently, he plans for every member of the Bloody Massacre Sect to possess a life-bound magical weapon. These artifacts will not only assist in their personal Cultivation but will also serve to refine killing intent. Unlike common methods, these weapons will be specifically engineered to process blood mist directly. By converting this mist into raw energy, the weapons can continuously replenish the cultivators themselves.

The disciples of the Bloody Massacre Sect already possess a diverse array of high-level techniques, which are further bolstered by external forces like righteousness, wish power, and concentrated killing intent. By merging their personal power with the killing intent stored within these newly refined magic weapons, the combination of their efforts will yield results far greater than the sum of its parts, significantly amplifying their combat efficacy.

If Zhao Hai’s vision comes to fruition, the Bloody Massacre Sect will undergo a fundamental evolution, setting them apart from ordinary practitioners. They would essentially become true weapon cultivators—a rare breed within the treacherous landscape of the Cultivation world.

At present, however, this concept remains a theoretical framework. Despite Zhao Hai’s exhaustive calculations and simulations, the true validity of his plan hinges on empirical testing. To that end, he has initiated experiments with Cheng Wanchun and his cohorts.

Zhao Hai provided them with the sect’s traditional methods for refining killing intent, but with a critical modification: the Dharma artifact now serves as the primary medium rather than the cultivator’s own body. He meticulously instructed them on how to channel and utilize their artifacts to harness this lethal energy.

Zhao Hai feels little apprehension regarding these tests. His methodology is backed by countless simulations run by the boundless space’s artificial intelligence, alongside his own internal biological processors. Though he acknowledges that real-world Cultivation often deviates from mechanical predictions, he believes his design is nearly flawless. Still, he insists on rigorous testing before initiating a large-scale rollout.

As time ticked by, Cheng Wanchun and his colleagues immersed themselves in studying the techniques. Upon finishing, they emerged with astonishment etched across their faces. The mere prospect of such a breakthrough left them shaken. They understood that if this experiment succeeded, the perilous sea of blood would cease to be a death trap and instead become their personal domain. With artifacts capable of refining the surrounding killing intent, they could sustain their presence there indefinitely.

Furthermore, they realized these Dharma artifacts had transcended their original purpose. No longer simple tools for offense or defense, they had become integral components of the Cultivation, combat, and protective cycle—far surpassing any conventional equipment.

Observing their realization, Zhao Hai prompted them: “How do you fare? Do you find the techniques difficult to grasp? This is an unprecedented endeavor, so do not hesitate to voice your confusion. Once you have fully comprehended the methodology, proceed to refine the killing Qi to your benefit.”

They answered in unison, raising inquiries about the more obscure aspects of the process. Zhao Hai patiently addressed each concern. Once all doubts were cleared, he directed them into the small caves to begin the actual refinement of the killing intent.

Though the caves contained residual blood mist, it was dispersed and diluted, making the corrosive effects of the killing intent less overwhelming for beginners. As they settled in, Zhao Hai kept a watchful eye, ready to intervene if any complications arose.

Upon entering his designated cave, Cheng Wanchun immediately noted the atmospheric shift. The air possessed a fraction of the potency of the open sea of blood, which suited their training perfectly. He sat in a cross-legged position and projected his two golden rulers, which hovered above his head, bathed in a soft white glow. As the tigers etched onto the rulers seemed to shudder with artificial life, Cheng Wanchun witnessed the surrounding murderous aura being pulled into the artifacts.

When the intent surged into the metal, he felt the weapon spirits awaken. Startled at first, he soon understood that this was the intended mechanism. He was now tasked with binding these spirits to himself through the act of refinement.

Adhering to the instructions on the Jade slip, he began channeling his own mana to interface with the weapon spirit, using his energy as a conduit to aid the artifact in absorbing and taming the killing intent.

As he poured his dharmic power into the spirit, a sensation of resonance and joy washed over him. The connection deepened, and he could feel the ruler hungrily drawing in his energy to fuel its new purpose.

Cheng Wanchun observed the tiger imagery on the rulers brimming with newfound vitality, as if ready to leap into action. Unfazed, he pressed forward, sensing he was reaching a critical threshold. He poured more power into the weapon, intent on securing the bond.

Suddenly, a massive pulse of energy resounded within him. He and the weapon spirit had merged into a singular entity. He perceived every internal array of the ruler and sensed the subtle transmutations occurring as it filtered the killing intent. His own Qi, now channeled through the artifact, returned to him refined and fortified, completely scrubbed of its harmful side effects. Overjoyed by this strengthening, he delved deeper into his session.

After an indeterminate period, Cheng Wanchun ceased his session, sensing that his artifact had reached its current capacity to absorb the atmosphere. He opened his eyes to discover the cave completely scrubbed of its murderous aura. Standing up with a sigh of relief, he waved his hand, and the rulers flew back into his grasp. He could feel an intimate, biological link to the weapons; they felt like extensions of his own limbs.

Just then, Zhao Hai’s voice echoed: “Come out once you have finished the refinement.” Cheng Wanchun snapped back to reality and exited the cave. Zhao Hai and Zhu Yong awaited them, and the group immediately bowed in gratitude.

Looking over them with pride, Zhao Hai stated, “You have all performed admirably. Continue your training here for the time being. Spend eight hours meditating in the small caves, then spend another eight hours refining the absorbed energy into your artifacts. Do not grow complacent. Eventually, your artifacts will undergo a physical transformation, and by that point, you should find yourselves on the verge of reaching the Island Lord level.”

The group was stunned. They hadn't anticipated that this training would pave the way to becoming Island Lords. They remained silent, accepting the authority of his words without objection.

Zhao Hai nodded, adding, “I will instruct Zhu Yong to provide your provisions daily. Train well.” He then turned to Zhu Yong and, enveloped in a flash of white light, vanished from sight.

Zhu Yong addressed the group with a grin. “You are quite fortunate. Very few individuals receive personal instruction from the Young Master. Even the elite teams only get to hear his lectures. Your luck is truly remarkable. Train diligently. If you feel overwhelmed, inform me, though I suggest you remain. A few weeks here will be immensely beneficial, and the thought of emerging as an Island Lord is inspiration enough, is it not?” With a final salute, Zhu Yong stepped through the teleportation array and departed behind a veil of light.