Chapter 1070: Chapter 1070: Decide To Practice Her Armament Master

Only after verifying that Baihu truly had no hidden internal injuries or strained meridians did Bai Xifeng finally let out a breath of relief.

"Good. Continue practising diligently." Bai Xifeng stated.

"Okay!" Baihu replied happily.

With one last encouraging smile toward her contracted beasts, Bai Xifeng initiated her consciousness transfer and quietly exited the Mirror World.

When her mind returned to her physical body in her room, she glanced outside the window. The sky was still pitched in a deep, absolute darkness, with only the faint, silvery moonlight illuminating the swaying bamboo forest outside.

She originally intended to close her eyes and continue sleeping. Unfortunately, after having slept for almost an entire day to recover, she no longer felt sleepy at all. She rested her chin on her hand, contemplating her options in the quiet room.

Instead of engaging in standard meditation and cultivation, another exciting thought suddenly crossed her mind. Her Armament Master skills. She had not properly sat down to practice the art of forging for quite some time now, and her fingers were itching to work.

Without hesitation, Bai Xifeng slipped out of bed and walked into the specialised workshop situated right beside her bedroom. With a casual wave of her hand, a soft glow emanated from her spatial ring, and several premium raw materials immediately materialised on the heavy iron worktable.

The first was the rare Xien Stone she had acquired previously. A highly sought-after forging material known for its excellent spiritual conductivity. Next came several razor-sharp beast fangs that she had personally collected after hunting high-tier spiritual beasts. Each of these fangs was exceptionally sturdy and naturally infused with residual traces of fierce beast aura.

"These should make an exceptionally fine sword..." Bai Xifeng mumbled.

Bai Xifeng picked up one of the curved beast fangs, examining its density under the flickering lamplight. Then, she nodded in satisfaction.

"Yes. I will combine the conductivity of the Xien Stone with the raw power of these beast fangs." Bai Xifeng nodded herself.

Knowing that her practical experience as an Armament Master was still rather limited, Bai Xifeng did not rush into the forging process immediately. Instead, she took out the heavy, ancient inheritance manual once again. She flipped through the weathered pages with absolute care. Unlike ordinary cultivation texts, every single page here contained incredibly detailed, hand-drawn diagrams and annotations regarding precise temperature control, complex material fusion, spiritual energy circulation, rhythmic hammering techniques, and weapon refinement.

She reread every single step with meticulous patience, occasionally stopping to physically compare the written descriptions with the physical properties of the raw materials lying before her. Only after she felt a solid surge of confidence did she finally prepare to begin.

With a flick of her wrist, she ignited the ancient forging furnace.

Flames instantly roared to life, casting dancing, amber shadows across the workshop walls. As the temperature inside the chamber spiked, Bai Xifeng carefully placed the Xien Stone inside. Under the intense, concentrated heat, the stone slowly began to melt. Unlike ordinary iron ore, the Xien Stone gradually liquefied into a breathtaking, silver-blue liquid that shimmered with countless tiny, starlike points of light.

"It really is beautiful..." Bai Xifeng could not help but admire the celestial fluid for a brief moment before forcing herself to focus entirely.

She manipulated her internal fire spiritual energy, carefully controlling the intensity of the furnace’s flames. In armament forging, temperature was everything. Too much heat would utterly vaporise the delicate spiritual properties of the stone, while too little heat would result in an incomplete, fragile fusion.

Once the Xien Stone reached the optimal, luminous state, she slowly, deliberately introduced the beast fang into the molten silver-blue pool.

Immediately, a violent clash of spiritual energies erupted within the crucible. The wild, untamed beast aura locked inside the fang violently rejected the pure, conductive energy of the Xien Stone, causing the molten liquid to hiss and spit dangerously.

Refusing to lose control, Bai Xifeng quickly recalled the specific instructions from the inheritance manual. She circulated her own spiritual energy down to her fingertips, channelling it directly into the furnace to suppress the volatile reaction while simultaneously adjusting the refining flames to soften the fang’s rigid structure. Drops of sweat slowly formed across her forehead, glistening in the firelight.

"This is much harder than inscribing complex runes..." Bai Xifeng muttered, her focus stretched to its absolute limit.

Minutes dragged on like hours. Finally, under the precise pressure of her spiritual energy, the raw beast aura and the silver-blue liquid began to yield, slowly merging into a singular, glowing compound. Seeing the perfect window of opportunity, Bai Xifeng immediately poured the molten metal into the waiting clay sword mould.

She waited in tense silence for the temperature to drop, then carefully cracked open the mould to remove the piece. A rough, glowing sword blank finally lay before her.

"So far... so good." Bai Xifeng smiled, satisfied.

Without letting the metal cool down too much, she seized her heavy forging hammer and immediately began the shaping phase.

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

Every single strike of her hammer required an incredibly precise balance of physical strength and spiritual energy output. If she struck too lightly, the impurities would not be forced out. If she struck too heavily, the fragile spiritual alignment of the fused materials would shatter.

She continuously adjusted her breathing and physical rhythm, visually aligning her work with the perfect proportions illustrated in the inheritance manual. After what felt like an eternity of relentless hammering and shaping, the sleek sword was finally complete.

Bai Xifeng held the blade up, a tired but expectant smile blooming on her face.

Then...

Crack.

A tiny, hairline fracture suddenly appeared near the base of the hilt.

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