122 Cold Wave Glare Sword

Inside a stone house on the southwest side of a small island, a complex and profound array was inscribed upon the floor, its spiritual light flickering intermittently. In the center of the array, a large vat overflowed with the fragrance of wine. Pang Yue uncovered the vat and saw that the liquid within was the color of amber, emanating a gentle glow. He took a sip, only to find the taste quite ordinary, devoid of anything special. Compared to other spiritual wines, there was no difference at all.

"Could the brewing have failed?" Pang Yue wondered, filled with doubt.

Looking at this vat of Enlightenment Jade Dew, he pondered for a moment before finally taking out the gourds he had prepared and slowly filling nine of them.

...

You-Tian Market. Inside Shop Number Nineteen.

Pang Yue placed the Enlightenment Jade Dew on the shelves and looked at the empty shop, shaking his head. The market street was cold and deserted. Each of the Primordial Spirit masters kept only a single avatar here, and they were already familiar with the goods in every shop, rarely bothering to browse. Only new shopkeepers like Pang Yue would pique their curiosity enough for a visit.

Pang Yue took one of the gourds and strolled out, arriving at Shop Number Seven. The proprietor of Number Seven remained the same as always, wearing a mask and appearing like a clay statue. After Pang Yue entered, the man opened his eyes and gave a slight nod of acknowledgment.

Pang Yue handed over the gourd and said with a smile, "My little shop has brewed a new type of spiritual wine called Enlightenment Jade Dew. I offer it to you, Fellow Daoist, for your appraisal."

"Enlightenment Jade Dew?" Number Seven chuckled, shaking his head. "That is a bold claim."

This Number Nineteen and the Number Sixteen were both merely Golden Core cultivators; there was nothing in their shops that could catch his eye. Furthermore, they were quite poor. Having little interest in what Number Nineteen had brought, Number Seven said indifferently, "Many thanks for your kindness." He reached out to put the gourd away.

Pang Yue hurriedly said, "This wine was brewed according to an ancient recipe specifically for cultivators to gain insight into the Heavenly Dao. It is no ordinary spiritual wine. Would you not care to sample it?"

Hearing this, Number Seven shook his head and smiled. "For the sake of being neighbors, I shall trust you this once." He opened the gourd and took a sip.

Moments later, his gaze shifted. He glanced at Pang Yue with curiosity, then closed his eyes, sitting as still as if he had entered meditation. Sensing an opportunity, Pang Yue stood quietly and waited.

About half an incense stick of time passed before Number Seven slowly opened his eyes. He looked at Pang Yue with a sharp gaze and asked, "Fellow Daoist, would you allow me to see the recipe?"

Pang Yue shook his head and smiled without a word.

Number Seven pondered for a moment and said, "How much more of this wine do you have? I will buy it all."

Pang Yue replied, "I still have eight gourds. To be honest, I am not sure of the value of this wine. Perhaps you could offer a price?"

If Number Seven’s offer did not meet his expectations, he would go to ask another shopkeeper to sample it, Pang Yue calculated inwardly.

Number Seven said in a deep voice, "This wine indeed has the marvelous effect of helping one perceive the Heavenly Dao, though there is still room to improve its potency. How about eighty spirit stones per gourd?"

Eighty high-grade spirit stones—if converted to low-grade spirit stones, that would be eight hundred thousand! It was enough to purchase a high-quality magical artifact. To a Primordial Spirit master, however, a high-quality magical artifact was nothing more than a child’s toy. Even so, this was far beyond Pang Yue's expectations. He knew the cost of the materials he used to brew the wine was only thirty thousand low-grade spirit stones!

Suppressing his excitement, he nodded and said, "Deal."

Number Seven reached into his shelf, pulled out a sword case, and placed it on the counter. "This sword is a third-tier magic treasure worth eleven hundred spirit stones. Consider the remainder a deposit; just send me more of the wine when you brew it in the future."

Opening the case, he saw a three-foot flying sword. Its blade was like autumn frost, its chill piercing to the bone, and a flowing halo of dreamlike light danced around its edge. It was the Cold Wave Dazzling Light Sword. Its quality was even higher than the Purple Radiance Sword the Demon Talisman avatar had previously obtained from the Chong-Xuan Sect!

Pang Yue accepted the sword case and nodded in satisfaction. "Excellent."

...

This Cold Wave Dazzling Light Sword reminded Pang Yue of something else. Among the inheritance of the "Nine Divine Puppets" he had obtained in the Heavenly Demon Illusion, there were techniques for crafting nine Primordial Spirit-level puppets. One of them was called the Sword Puppet.

This puppet used a flying sword as its core to catalyze sword qi into a physical form. In other words, Pang Yue only needed to inscribe formation runes onto the blade of the Cold Wave Dazzling Light Sword, refine new restrictions, and supplement it with other materials to create a ready-made puppet. Moreover, the core of this puppet would be exceptionally powerful, sufficient to rival a Golden Core cultivator. In terms of sheer destructive power, it would likely be no less than the Immeasurable Light Buddha.

Inside the wooden building, Pang Yue closed the sword case and said leisurely, "Planting flowers, brewing wine, crafting puppets, and cultivation..."

He not only had to practice his sword techniques, but also secret arts like the Nameless Pupil Technique and the Yin-Yang Profound Truth Returning to Origin. Furthermore, this avatar had been cultivated for too short a time; its accumulation was insufficient, and its physical strength was far from that of his true body. After much thought, Pang Yue decided to practice the "Sun-Swallowing Divine Ape Transformation" he had obtained from Zheng Peng. Although this body-refinement technique was not the absolute best, it was a top-tier Golden Core technique.

If mastered to a high level, the physical body would rival that of a prehistoric ferocious beast, crushing cultivators of the same rank. A body-refinement technique paired with a dual-cultivation secret art was a perfect match. Since his transmigration, Pang Yue had delved deep into this path for many years, so practicing it was second nature.

Pei Luanjing felt the change most acutely. She clearly sensed that her senior brother’s physical vitality was growing stronger day by day, increasing at a terrifying speed. This made her unable to resist shivering and gasping at certain moments, asking, "Senior Brother, have you been secretly practicing some kind of body-refinement technique?"

Pang Yue replied calmly, "I obtained two body-refinement techniques while traveling in the past. I will pass them on to you later."

Pei Luanjing bit his shoulder in frustration and complained coquettishly, "Why didn't you pass them to me sooner..."

Pang Yue gave a simple, honest smile and said nothing more, answering only with his actions. The beautiful junior sister could no longer find the breath to press him further.

...

Time flowed like water. Three years passed in the blink of an eye.

A stone monument was erected on the island, inscribed with three powerful, vigorous characters—Flower Island!

The island’s spiritual fields were crisscrossed with paths, filled with lush spiritual plants. The scenery was simple and elegant, a picture of pastoral tranquility. In the center of the island, a small wooden building stood under the bright sunshine.

On the roof, a graceful figure sat lazily. Her long hair cascaded like a waterfall, soft and glossy, highlighting her stunning, curvaceous figure. She wore a black silk robe that made her skin appear porcelain-white, dazzlingly pale. The long dress spread beneath her was a pool of deep black, amidst which she curled her bare jade feet, their soles slender and beautiful, their arches rounded and smooth.

The girl reached up and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, her wide black silk sleeves sliding to her elbows to reveal half of her slender, fair arms. Her cherry lips parted slightly: "Senior Brother, come up and keep me company..."

Her voice was sweet and cloying, tinged with a lazy charm, though her face wore an expression of weariness and bashfulness.

Pang Yue, who was busy organizing brewing materials in the field, looked up and smiled: "Go practice on your own; don't you see I'm busy?"

In the past three years, he had personally witnessed the entire process of Pei Luanjing transforming from a cold, high-ranking sword cultivator into a clingy little enchantress. The two had officially become dao companions on this Flower Island.

Just as the two were flirting, a dazzling spiritual light surged from the sea beside the island. Along with the light, a low dragon's roar echoed between the sea and the sky.