“Laifu!”

Zhang Ke looked at the emaciated child in surprise. Laifu was also an Evolutionary Immortal, but he hadn’t even started his training yet when he was caught by the Heart Sect. He was sent to a manor where his job was to chop wood and cook, but he was often hungry, cold, and beaten.

Laifu’s real name was Wei Fu, and his nickname was Laifu. He grew up in the Western Evolutionary Sect.

Laifu was only eleven years old and had no flesh on his body except for bones. Zhang Ke hugged him and kept saying, “This is so unfair. He’s just a child. How could he be so thin?”

Mi Xiaojing didn’t say much. He believed that he could take care of anyone as long as they were brought to him.

Qian Youwei took his leave with his people. He had only recovered thanks to a low-grade Clear Tranquility Pill. Actually, Mi Xiaojing gave the pill to Lu Yu. Of course, Qian didn’t know this, and he still hated Mi Xiaojing. However, after being beaten once, he didn’t dare to provoke Mi Xiaojing again.

Of course, if he had the chance, Qian Youwei wouldn’t mind biting Mi Xiaojing hard.

Zhang Ke was busy cooking while Mi Xiaojing, Mu Xiaoyin, and Luo Bo were busy packing and arranging for Laifu to take a bath and change clothes. With Zhang Ke around, they had no problems with food. He was the head chef of the Western Evolutionary Sect, and he was good at cooking.

Mi Xiaojing was very happy to have fellow disciples from the Western Evolutionary Sect again. He felt responsible for gathering these remaining disciples, and as someone who grew up in the Western Evolutionary Sect, he had a deep affection for it. There weren’t many Evolutionary Immortal disciples caught by the Heart Sect, and most of them were younger than Mi Xiaojing.

After settling everyone in their rooms, Mi Xiaojing went to the cave behind the house and sat cross-legged by the spiritual spring. He took out the Thunder Gang Wood and carefully studied it. He couldn’t refine it yet because he wasn’t confident enough. He had to find alternative materials, practice a few times, and then he would have the confidence to refine the Thunder Gang Wood.

Mi Xiaojing liked the Thunder Gang Wood very much. It had a stunning charm that made it hard to look away. It seemed to have some kind of attraction that drew people’s minds into it.

In an instant, Mi Xiaojing entered a subtle state where he could see the patterns inside the Thunder Gang Wood and even feel its characteristics.

In a flash, countless lightning bolts and thunder rang out in Mi Xiaojing’s mind. A thick, curved trunk grew proudly in the thunderstorm, and countless lightning bolts struck it. Electric currents flickered on the trunk and were absorbed and digested by it.This tree is so peculiar, with no branches or leaves, just a twisted trunk growing towards the sky.

Suddenly, Mi Xiaojing realized that this was the original body of the Thunder Gang wood.

When he realized this, his eyes finally broke free and he couldn’t help but break out in a cold sweat. Just a piece of wood made him lose his mind. The original body of this thing should have cultivated its own consciousness, but unfortunately it was cut down and could no longer form its own consciousness.

Even Wang Weijun felt the shock. This was indeed a top-quality Thunder Gang wood, almost becoming a top-quality one. If it was cut down at the moment when the Thunder Gang wood formed its own consciousness, it would become a top-quality Thunder Gang wood.

Of course, if the consciousness of the Thunder Gang wood was completely formed, it would be difficult to obtain because it would gradually become invisible and only appear when needed. Only super powerful cultivators would have a chance to obtain such Thunder Gang wood. Even Wang Weijun at his peak, during the fusion period of his cultivation level, could not obtain the Thunder Gang wood after it became invisible.

This kid’s luck is terrifying!

Wang Weijun couldn’t help but sigh. His evil intentions were deeply hidden now, so the suppression of the Mantra Banner on him was much less. He could move more freely and peek into some of Mi Xiaojing’s secrets.

Mi Xiaojing put away the Thunder Gang wood and closed his eyes to contemplate. The scene just now had a great impact on him and he needed some time to digest and absorb it. In the cultivation world, any insight was important and would unconsciously improve the cultivator’s realm. This time, being immersed in it gave Mi Xiaojing great benefits.

The indomitable spirit of the Thunder Gang wood and the baptism of thunder had greatly shocked Mi Xiaojing.

A few days later, Mi Xiaojing obtained two Xuanjin wood, a small section of Thunder Strike wood, only two feet long, and a piece of Branded Iron wood.

These were all obtained by Mi Xiaojing through exchanging with Lu Yu using Clear Tranquility Pills. Although these materials were not abundant, they could still be found with careful searching.

Mi Xiaojing put the Xuanjin wood and Branded Iron wood into his storage bag and held the two-foot-long Thunder Strike wood.

The Thunder Strike wood looked very ordinary, just a charred piece of wood.

Wang Weijun’s evaluation: “This section of Thunder Strike wood is of average quality. Although it was also left behind by a thousand-year-old tree struck by lightning, it was not formed by the heartwood. If it was the heartwood, the quality could reach medium-grade. Now it is just a low-grade Thunder Strike wood, but it is still a good material for practice.”Mi Xiaojing was not disappointed. Having materials to practice with was good enough, and he couldn’t be too picky. He was already very satisfied with obtaining such materials.

The two-foot-long Thunderstruck Wood needed to be slowly polished to form a sword blank. Mi Xiaojing carefully processed it, first dealing with the accumulated carbon on the wood, and then gradually polishing it. Eventually, a sword blank was formed. Unfortunately, the Thunderstruck Wood was too short, and after polishing, only one foot and seven inches remained. Rather than calling it a sword blank, it was more like the shape of a dagger.

To be precise, it was a triangular-shaped dagger. This was what Mi Xiaojing had intentionally created. This shape allowed him to attach more Thunder Spirit Patterns. With three edges, there were three surfaces. According to Mi Xiaojing’s idea, if he could add twelve Thunder Spirit Patterns on each surface, then a total of thirty-six Thunder Spirit Patterns could be added, forming three spirit patterns. The power of such a weapon should not be underestimated.

However, he was soon laughed at by Wang Weijun. With Mi Xiaojing’s skills, it was absolutely impossible to add twelve Thunder Spirit Patterns to one surface. At most, he could only add three, which meant that he could only form one spirit pattern in the end.

The ideal was beautiful, but reality was cruel. After careful calculation, Mi Xiaojing had to admit that the old man was right; after all, he was still too inexperienced.

The refining method taught by Wang Weijun was relatively high-end. The addition of spirit patterns was done through magical techniques and incantations, rather than relying on the material itself. This was considered a high-end and sophisticated refining method.

Such a high-level refining technique was only taught to the most core disciples within the sect. Ordinary cultivators had more rudimentary refining methods, relying mostly on the characteristics of the materials to draw spirit patterns on the sword blanks. After many steps, the final magical sword produced was of lower quality.