Five spirit patterns, it was a perfect spirit weapon!

A bedazzling light burst out in front of Su Zimo, spreading across the square like a magnificent dawn.

Pausing for a brief moment, the light retracted swiftly and entered the blade!

No one spoke. It was pitch silent both in the square and at the spectator area.

Everyone’s eyes were drawn to the gigantic spirit saber that was floating in midair and their mouths were agape in shock.

No matter how illogical the spirit saber seemed with its clumsy appearance and its handle, it was a perfect-graded spirit weapon after all!

Even Golden Cores who had lived for hundreds of years might not even be able to see a perfect spirit weapon being born by the end of their lives.

How lucky was it for them to be able to witness it personally right now?

Perfected Being Yun Shan’s gaze was burning.

Southern Mountains Sect was renowned for their melee combat strength and body tempering techniques. In the hands of others, that spirit saber’s power was limited. But in his hands, it would definitely be a formidable killing weapon to behold!

That perfect-grade spirit saber was fatally attractive to him!

Everyone from True Fire Sect was shocked, then confused.

Sima Zhi and Elder Zhang, Weapon Refinement Masters who had been immersed in the art of weapon refinement for years, were at a loss as to what to do.

Logically speaking, Su Zimo’s explanation of removing the Weapon Tripod was utter bullsh*t.

However, the truth was right before their eyes and they could not help but wonder.

Could removing the Weapon Tripod truly improve one’s luck and increase the success rates of spirit gathering?

After all, no one had tried that method before. Perhaps that was truly a secret that was yet to be discovered in the world of weapon refinement?

However, on second thought, if things were really that simple, would Su Zimo reveal the secret just like that without hiding anything?

No matter how they thought about it, they could not figure it out.

But, the fact was that Su Zimo had managed to condense five spirit patterns after removing the Weapon Tripod!

Looking at the spirit saber suspended in midair, Su Zimo heaved a sigh of relief and revealed a bright smile.

This refinement had consumed a large amount of spirit, mental and physical energy. He was almost completely exhausted and his entire body was covered in sweat.

With the final step, the spirit saber would be completely refined.

Su Zimo waved his sleeves and shifted the spirit saber with five spirit patterns into cold water that was prepared earlier.

Sixth step, quenching.

Normally, an ear-piercing sound should be heard alongside billowing green smoke due to the rapid cooling of the spirit saber that was heated to a scarlet shade in cold water.

The exchange of hot and cold would change the internal structure of the spirit saber, causing it to turn sturdier. At the same time, the spirit patterns would be fused into the saber completely as one.

But now, there was no sound nor green smoke being emitted after Su Zimo plunged the spirit saber into cold water!

How could that be?

Su Zimo’s expression changed slightly and he frowned.

Right then, a change occurred in the cold water.

The water emitted steam and started bubbling.

It was boiling!

Not only did the basin of water not quench the flames from the spirit saber, it was boiling from the heat emitted by the saber instead!

Broop! Broop!

As the water boiled, many Golden Cores stood up one after another to peek.

“Hahahaha!”

Right then, Sima Zhi burst out into laughter with mockery in his eyes. “Su Zimo, oh Su Zimo! Your perfect spirit weapon’s about to be useless! It’s not meant to be yours!”

Su Zimo’s expression was unchanged as he stared at the boiling water darkly, seemingly thinking about something.

“What’s going on?” Someone whispered.

Sima Zhi replied smugly, “One can’t make any mistakes in the six steps of weapon refinement if they want to create a perfect spirit weapon. How can he possibly succeed in quenching a saber with five spirit patterns using just ordinary cold water!”

Su Zimo sighed internally.

He knew that Sima Zhi was not wrong – he had truly not taken this into account.

Then again, it was not entirely Su Zimo’s fault. There was no mention of what was required to refine perfect spirit weapons in all the ancient books in Ethereal Peak.

Who would have thought that a disciple of Ethereal Peak would attempt to create a perfect spirit weapon after countless years?

Sima Zhi declared loudly in ridicule, “To quench a perfect spirit weapon, you will have to use the rarest spirit liquid such as Northern Frost Ice, Deep Sea Fiend Oil or Zenith Spring Water…”

“Unfortunately, you have none of those! Hahahaha!”

Many Golden Cores were secretly stunned. Each of the three items that Sima Zhi mentioned were extremely rare and were not cheaper than supreme-grade spirit weapons!

To think that they would be required for quenching.

Su Zimo pulled the spirit saber out of the boiling water. He was expressionless and he did not do anything else.

Upon seeing that, everyone knew that Su Zimo had not prepared those items in advance and could not help but sigh.

A perfect spirit weapon was about to be born before their eyes, only to fail at the final step.

“Ugh!”

Xuan Yi clutched his wrist and let out a long sigh with a pained expression.

Ji Yaoxue looked at Su Zimo who was silent and felt her heart wrench. She quickly turned her head and shouted, “Father, help him…”

The emperor said in a deep voice, “Ming Ze, head to the palace’s treasury. There should be Zenith Spring Water in it.”

“It’s too late!”

Sima Zhi pointed at the spirit saber in Su Zimo’s hand and sneered, “In five breaths’ time, if there is no quenching item, that saber will be wasted!”

Everyone focused their attention – the spirit patterns were already showing signs of dissipating on that fiery red saber.

It was clearly too late to retrieve the Zenith Spring Water at this point!

“Su Zimo, you’re still too naive. Fufufufu.”

Sima Zhi laughed.

He was delighted because with this failure, the light of providence on Su Zimo would disintegrate and it would be difficult for him to refine another perfect spirit weapon ever again!

This failure would not only waste a saber, but destroy a monstrous Weapon Refinement Master as well!

Ji Yaoxue stood up, prepared to head forward to comfort Su Zimo.

Right then, Su Zimo narrowed his gaze and a strange glint flickered in his eyes. Gripping the saber in his hands, he held it horizontally across his chest with its blade facing down.

Su Zimo stretched out his palm and the saber’s blade landed on it, slashing across slowly and forcefully.

Since he did not have any Northern Frost Ice, Deep Seat Fiend Oil or Zenith Spring Water, he would use his blood to quench the spirit saber!

Sima Zhi gave a disdainful stifled laughter. “What a fool. How can your blood compare to Zenith…”

His eyes widened in disbelief as he could not continue anymore.

How could that be? Su Zimo’s bloodline…

Poof!

Blood gushed from the cut and spilled onto the scarlet blade.

Shing!

A piercing sound could be heard as thick smoke rose from the saber!

The temperature of the saber dipped rapidly and the spirit pattern that was about to dissipate stabilized, becoming one with the blade!

Furthermore, the five spirit patterns were even devouring Su Zimo’s blood!

Even though the temperature of the saber had dropped, the color of the blade was gradually deepening. It changed from the scarlet shade of flames to a grisly shade of blood!

Sixth step, quenching… success.

Clang! Clang!

The blade trembled and produced an intense clanging sound – it was filled with a strong smell of blood that made one uneasy.

Su Zimo caressed the blade gently, muttering softly, “Since you were quenched using my blood… you shall be called Blood Quencher from now on.”

As though it was sentient, the blade went silent.

A perfect spirit weapon that was born from blood!