Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 1082 - 1080: Ye Qingcheng’s Unease (First Update!)

Chapter 1082: Chapter 1080: Ye Qingcheng’s Unease (First Update!)

Forging Room.

Elder Qiu carefully examined the half of Ren Feifan’s Dustfall Dragon Sword that had fallen, even reaching out to wipe it. Despite being broken, it showed no signs of rust, and he continually marveled, "What a sword, truly a fine sword indeed."

After admiring it for a long time, Elder Qiu pulled out the other half of the Dustfall Dragon Sword.

The two broken pieces instantly began to tremble violently, as if guided by some force.

Ren Feifan even heard a faint dragon chant, although the two pieces did not mend themselves.

But the state they were in clearly indicated they were about to unify.

After trembling for a while, the broken swords quieted down and eventually fell into Elder Qiu’s hands.

They were still somewhat heavy.

Elder Qiu sighed deeply, muttering, "The day the broken sword is reforged, is the time the emperor returns."

Ren Feifan was slightly startled upon hearing this.

These were precisely the words etched next to the half of the Dustfall Dragon Sword when he had found it.

Elder Qiu walked to the forging stand, closed his eyes, and solemnly entered the zone, saying, "Sacred Lord, your artifact refining skills surpass mine, and you also have the Spiritual Fire! So, if you want the Dustfall Dragon Sword to reach its original condition, the entire process will require your cooperation!"

Ren Feifan nodded. Although he could not currently match the level he had during the grand sword forging competition, he possessed the Spiritual Fire!

Using the Spiritual Fire in artifact refining definitely yields explosively good results!

"Also, Sacred Lord, even if the Dustfall Dragon Sword is successfully forged, there is still one problem: its Sword Spirit has completely disappeared over the years. Sacred Lord, you will need to find a suitable Sword Spirit!"

Ren Feifan naturally understood this point and said directly, "Let’s begin."

Elder Qiu placed both pieces of the broken sword into the forging furnace and pinched a hand gesture as strands of True Qi shot into it!

His eyes looked particularly profound.

Then, unknown when, a rune appeared in his hand!

He threw the rune upwards, creating a flame that descended from above, igniting the entire forging furnace!

The fierce flames raised the temperature of the entire dungeon by several degrees, the firelight reflecting on the faces of Ren Feifan and Elder Qiu.

Yet such flames had seemingly no effect on the broken swords; they did not even heat up, let alone change color!

After maintaining that posture for a long while, beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on Elder Qiu’s face.

"Sacred Lord, my flames are insufficient; we need your fire!"

"Alright! Nine Yang True Fire, come forth!"

Ren Feifan did not hesitate. He knew well that the quality of the Dustfall Dragon Sword was high and ordinary flames would be ineffective, so a flame burst forth from his palm, dazzlingly brilliant. His arm’s tattoos constantly flowed, exuding a mysterious aura.

The emergence of the flame formed a tremendously powerful wave in the magnetic field around Ren Feifan.

Seeing this scene, Elder Qiu hurriedly pulled out several brilliantly gleaming Fusion Color Stones.

"Sacred Lord, these are called Fusion Color Stones, painstakingly obtained from a thousand hardships, highly effective for the fusion of high-tier broken swords! Quickly draw the flames onto them!"

Ren Feifan nodded and directly controlled the fiery wave to scoop up those Fusion Color Stones, which then floated above the forging furnace.

The Nine Yang True Fire exerted a slight force, and the Fusion Color Stones began to show cracks!

The cracks spread continually!

Countless particles of colorful powder scattered down.

The Fusion Color Stones eventually began rotating, reaching an extreme velocity!

As if filled and impacted by some force over time, the Fusion Color Stones finally vanished, instead transforming into streaks of colorful light surrounding the Dustfall Dragon Sword!

The two pieces of the broken sword seemed driven by some guidance, trembling violently!

They even attempted to break free from the Formation within the forging furnace!

Elder Qiu, upon seeing this, hastily took out a Jade Bottle, opened the lid, and gently dropped its contents onto the blade of the sword.

Ordinary liquids would completely vanish in such a high-temperature forge, but these droplets did not, they were absolutely not common!

Afterward, Elder Qiu formed his fingers into a peculiar shape, casting a spell.

Two broken swords surged toward the sky, floating above the flames, continuously enveloped by Ren Feifan’s Nine Yang True Fire.

Gradually, the broken swords began to draw closer, as if guided by a mysterious magnetic field within.

...

Meanwhile, in the back garden of the Holy Gate.

A stunningly beautiful girl seemed quite uneasy., sweat even appearing on her forehead.

The girl was dressed in a custom-made white European gown, her gaze fixed on the flower bed in front of her, her figure slender, her long hair flowing down her back, tied lightly with a white ribbon, creating a misty and ethereal aura, truly not of this worldly realm.

Her light eyebrows were just perfect, but her eyes betrayed a hint of unease.

Ye Qingcheng felt a crisis approaching, a premonition born from a woman’s sixth sense.

Her delicate fingers were originally holding a rose, thorny yet firmly clasped in her palm, blood already seeping out.

"Could it be that person has come? Do I need to return—home? Is that truly my home?"

Ye Qingcheng bit her lip lightly, the scene in the back garden identical to the dream she had a few days ago.

She wanted to flee, but she knew well that her own strength was futile for escaping.

The hands that controlled destinies had always been manipulating her.

She took a deep breath, her nervousness completely vanished, replaced by a calm demeanor as she quietly sat at the stone table, looking at the game of Flying chess in front of her.

She had never played such a childish game, but this was the game Ren Feifan had taught her before.

The game on the table was yet to be finished.

She picked up the dice and gave it a light toss; the dice spun tirelessly, and Ye Qingcheng seemed to be waiting for the judgment of fate.

......

At that moment, Ye Youde lifted his head and looked at the gate plaque of the Holy Gate, snorted coldly, and with a grasp, snagged the gate plaque right into his palm!

"Crack!"—the plaque shattering into pieces!

Wood shavings spread all around, but intriguingly, they couldn’t touch Ye Youde’s body!

The Gatekeepers of the Holy Gate had not yet noticed the old man, but when they saw him destroy the plaque, they were enraged!

"Who is it! You just destroyed our Holy Gate’s plaque!"

Four Gatekeepers mobilized together, with a black long spear appearing in each of their palms, thrusting directly at the old man!

From that prior move, they knew the man was undoubtedly a cultivator, and a powerful one at that!

Ye Youde watched the sudden murderous intents, his eyes unfazed, without a trace of emotion.

For he deemed such feeble power unworthy of his regard.

With a clench of his palm, the four long spears were immediately caught in his hand, followed by a shrug of his shoulders, a flow of True Qi moving from his shoulders to his arms and toward the four spears!

Utterly effortless!

"Crack!"

The four spears shattered simultaneously, turning into countless particles of dust, and the four Gatekeepers were violently smashed to the ground, completely turning into a mist of blood!

An absolute crush, a complete and utter domination!

(The next updates will be a bit slower today)