Supreme Emperor of Swords

Even if the anomaly of the Saintly Being of Saber and Sword was overrated, the well-informed old guy was still shocked. He previously chose the road of being an Inscriptionist which was regarded as an abnormal genius, but he didn’t achieve the same remarkable progress as Ding Hao did.

“Well, it seems that we underestimated this guy,” Saber Master did not wrangle with the Sword Master and continued thoughtfully, “It seems that I should find a way to ask him to the study of elixir and spiritual grass. In this way, someone can finally inherit my amazing legacy!”

“Madwoman, you want to rob me of my disciple?” The Sword Master was alert.

The Saber Master said furiously, “How could you say that! Is Little Chap Ding chosen by two of us at the beginning?”

The Sword Master seemed confounded a moment, “Er, yes!”

Both masters controlled their mental fluctuations and did not affect Ding Hao who was casting his first magical weapon.

As time went by, Ding Hao’s forehead was getting more and more sweaty.

His body was also all wet, and the green shirt was tightly attached to his muscular body, fully demonstrating his powerful body shape. With the frosty moonlight, he had an unparalleled charm on him.

The piece of the crystal in his hand also faded a little bit.

Casting Qi, especially with his own Magical Fire, was a huge challenge and consumption for anyone.

Suddenly—

“Completed!”

Ding Hao opened his eyes, a hint of joy appearing on his face.

He slowly put away Emblematic Gesture controlling fire, and the orange flame on his palms gradually immersed under his skin. With the convergence of power, there were two sounds as two light-silver rings fell in Ding Hao’s palms.

A fist-sized Void Boundary Stone finally cast only two tiny silver rings.

The rings were sparkling with pale silver. The stripe-like luster was like flowing water as there were no patterns and decorative designs on it. It had something with minimalism originally, but it had an indescribable attraction itself, which was comparable to any ingenuity

One ring was bigger, while another one was smaller. Apparently, they were couple rings, created according to Ding Hao’s thoughts.

This was Ding Hao’s first refined weapon, so this pair of rings were of great significance to him.

However, whom would he give the smaller one to?

A pretty image of a red armored girl, Xie Jieyu, appeared in an instant in Ding Hao’s mind, but somehow, Li Yiruo, a white-coated woman like a fairy coming down from Heaven suddenly appeared in his mind, too.

Slowly he put the larger ring on his finger, releasing a little bit of Spiritual Power. With his eyes lit up, a ten cubic meters silver space suddenly appeared.

This was the storage space for the Storage Ring.

The Void Boundary Stone originally had a Spatial Attribute, which was an excellent material for refining and casting storage spaces. A fist-sized Void Boundary Stone was made into two storage rings by Ding Hao, and both were ten cubic meters. This was enough to show that Ding Hao’s debut was very successful.

“Good! You have potential, kid. You are almost as good as me in my old days, hehe…” The Sword Master was full of praise.

The Saber Master said with disdain, “Huh, who just said Little Chap Ding is stronger than him in his good old days?”

The Sword Master replied seriously, “Not me certainly.”

The Saber Master said, “I was speechless to such an idiot.”

The two argued with each other for a long time, taking delight in contradicting each other. After a while, they had time to pay attention to Ding Hao.

The Sword Master made an evaluation of Ding Hao’s refining rings. He gave directions to some details, corrected Ding Hao’s mistakes and proposed something for correction.

These were definitely remarks from a Grandmaster Level.

After listening, Ding Hao was also enlightened.

“The two rings can only be regarded as middle magical weapons of level nine, and they are only auxiliary magical weapons. They basically have no value. When you can refine offensive or defensive magical weapons which are more than Level Six, you’ll become the one who is second only to the head in Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. Even in the entire Xuezhou, the inscriptionist who can cast Level Six magical weapons is definitely somebody that everyone would like to fawn on.”

The Sword Master summed up.

“So, the magical weapon can also be divided into levels?” Ding Hao had little understanding of magical weapons.

“Nonsense! On the Land of Infinity, everything is divided into high and low levels. The magical weapon is a special instrument above the ordinary instrument. There are thousands of kinds and functions. But regardless of the changes, the classification of the level is consistent, from Level Nine to Level One, to Highest Grade, Super Grade, and Supreme Grade, twelve grades altogether. The lowest is Level Nine, while the highest is Supreme Grade. The magical weapons of Supreme Grade are all created by the world and have the power of destroying heaven and earth… Forget it, it’s useless to talk to you so much now. And there’s something subtle and mysterious, you’ll know it later.”

The Sword Master spoke eloquently to display his authority on this issue, with a superior and patronizing air.

Ding Hao nodded and expressed his gratitude toward the Sword Master. His flattery fulfilled his.

Slowly he got up, put on clean clothes, and realized the magical effect of the storage ring. Ding Hao wandered in the room and took some valuables, all of which were put in the storage ring.

Looking at those items suddenly disappear in his hands after his mental commands, to then appear in the ring space, Ding Hao was filled with an irrepressible sense of accomplishment.

“It becomes really more convenient.”

Ding Hao put the rusted sword and the bloody saber with dragon stripes in the storage ring. Then, he repeated his movements for drawing swords over and over again, which was obviously much faster than the movement of drawing the sword from the scabbard. As a ray of light flashed, the rusted sword and bloody saber with dragon stripes appeared in his hands.

“The process of casting magical weapons is also the process of cultivation. The four apertures refined in the Ren Meridian of the middle dantian become more bright, smooth, and full, and burning flame Qi also becomes purer.”

Ding Hao checked his body and got an unexpected surprise.

“Little Chap Ding, sit down. Let’s have a talk.” For a moment, the voice of the Saber Master, who had been silent, sounded solemnly in his mind.

Ding Hao was confounded for a moment, then he realized the imposing meaning of the Saber Master, sitting cross-legged again on the futon and listening.

“Let’s talk about your current situation,” the Saber Master’s voice sounded smooth. “I have to admit that you have found yourself a powerful opponent. Mu Tianyang is terrible. He has a very rare lineage. Even I and the Sword Master did not see him through. But what is certain is that he has a kind of devil character in his body. This is a characteristic of divine people in ancient times. His body is likely to have ancient blood.”