Refining Genius Cultivation

The Lake of Smoke was a famous scenic spot with a famous name. There was no lack of literary people who had left their famous poems behind. The surface of the lake seemed to be covered by a thin veil. It was like a beautiful woman covered by a thin veil, attracting many tourists.

The lake was surrounded by willow trees, looking quiet and beautiful.

On a huge willow tree near the lake, there was a five-year-old boy holding his chin, looking at the Smoke Lake that was shrouded in smoke.

Actually, if you approached him, you would realize that the little boy's eyes were wandering, and you didn't know what he was thinking, that this was the Fang Yunlong that was born in the Fang Residence six years ago.

"Sigh" Fang Yunlong sighed, a wave of vicissitudes of life, causing people to be surprised. After a few years of living, Fang Yunlong finally understood the situation he was in.

There were seven continents, which were respectively Zhangzhou, Qizhou, Yuzhou, Binzhou, Binzhou, Red Moon Continent and Southern Sun Continent. This was not a historical Tang Dynasty, but a place that he did not know of.

Without the prophets of the legendary transmigrators, Fang Yunlong could not help but feel dejected. What made Fang Yunlong even more depressed were the things that he had occasionally heard from his Third Uncle. The strongest person in this world was not the Emperor, but the Immortal.

This was definitely hard for a strict atheist like Fang Yunlong to accept. However, thinking about it, if he could make it across the border in time, what couldn't he understand?

The only good news was that Fang Yunlong knew that his grandfather was one of the three great experts of Tang Dynasty.

However, the area was more than ten times larger than his previous body's homeland. It was estimated that there were more than a hundred million people here, and among the hundreds of millions of martial artists, there were three people who were ranked at the top of the pyramid.

Although he knew that cultivation would be more desirable, he was still unable to find any immortals. He only heard that there were a few of them in the palace, and Fang Yunlong was very interested in martial arts.

As a result, he began to read books and work hard to learn martial arts from a young age.

Over the past few years, Fang Yunlong had read most of the books in Fang Tianshui's study, and he had even read quite a few books in Fang Ligong's study.

They had always thought that Fang Yunlong was reading some literature in the study room, but to their surprise, his reading speed was surprisingly fast.

Actually, this was also what made Fang Yunlong puzzled. In his previous self's past life, when he had studied for almost twenty years, it had never been so surprising.

It turned out that Fang Yunlong found his memory to be extraordinary, to the point where he could probably read more than ten lines at a glance. The books he read were truly memorized, and what made him even more amazed was his comprehension ability.

For example, in his past life, he had studied the five elements of the Eight Trigrams, but he didn't understand what exactly it was. He didn't understand it at all.

And now, it was Fang Ligong's Mirage Armor, the Five Element Eight Trigrams. He could actually understand it with one look, and set up various formations that could be easily broken.

This feeling of having the Mysterious Gate Escape Armor opened Fang Ligong's eyes wide. He shouted that there would be a successor, and he would pass on all his unique skills to Fang Yunlong.

In terms of martial arts cultivation, Fang Ligong had said that his Innate Ability was amazing. He had been teaching his family the "Holy Mantra of Li Huo" ever since he was three years old.

It was said that if one could cultivate it to the limit, they would be able to release fire to injure the enemy. Wouldn't that be the legendary fire technique used by cultivators? Fang Yunlong could not help but scold.

However, Fang Yunlong was extremely interested in the legendary inner force. Cultivating it would also require an unusual amount of effort, and adding on his exceptional comprehension ability, he managed to reach the third stage in three years. It had to be known that Fang Ligong had only reached the seventh stage in decades.

Right now, he was only at the peak of the fifth floor and had been working hard to break through to the sixth floor for the past few years. The situation with Fang Yunlong also surprised the people of the Fang family.

He was even more of a genius amongst geniuses, and Fang Yunlong was also thinking: Could it be that this is the benefit of teleportation? Maybe I'm a pig's foot in a novel too, haha.

Just as Fang Yunlong was about to narcissism, a rough voice sounded. "Brat, I think you're probably right here, hurry up and come down," Fang Yunlong turned his head to see that his Third Uncle had arrived.

Third Uncle was born, and although his martial arts were not high, he was very straightforward and often reminded Fang Yunlong of his comrades in the army. He was especially close to him and often followed him.

All his life, the Swordsman had been obsessed with smelting weapons, and more than half of the ten famous swords in the martial world came from him. It was said that his two famous swords were still stored in the palace.

Once when he was forging a sword, Fang Yunlong followed his Third Uncle and watched by the side, and mentioned to make the alloy according to the ratio.

The weapons that were forged would be even tougher and sharper, and in the end, the Smelting Clan would have a whole new level of respect for them. They would only give Fang Yunlong pointers from time to time, as if he had the talent to refine them.

"What is it, Third Uncle? Are you going to tell me the story of the deities?" Ever since Third Uncle mentioned that there was a matter regarding the Immortal, Fang Yunlong often pestered Third Uncle to tell him about it.

"What deity? Master just gave you a sword so you can go take a look?" Fang Tian had a headache. He had heard of immortals from his master once and didn't know what they were talking about, but he was pestered by this precocious nephew.

"Really? My alloy sword has been forged? " Fang Yunlong was overjoyed. He flew down from the willow tree, and then ran in the direction of the Smelting Clan.

"Hey, wait for me." Fang Tian quickly caught up. This nephew of his was indeed a martial arts genius. Even at such a young age, his martial arts were already so high. In the future, he would probably be no weaker than his father. Fang Tian sighed in his heart.

When it came to martial arts, Fang Yunlong liked two things the most, they were both inner force and Qing Gong, thus he spent a lot of effort on these two.

Every day, when he allowed his internal energy to circulate through his body's meridians for thirty-six cycles, Fang Yunlong would feel the changes in his body, as if a flame was flowing through his body, making him feel extremely warm and comfortable.

His skin was a little red, and his body was getting stronger and stronger. Adding to that, Fang Ligong had been brewing medicine for him every day, this resulted in Fang Yunlong being very resistant to blows.

Other than practicing Fang Ligong's "Red Cloud Zong", he also pressured himself with sand and tied a sandbag to his calf to practice his "Qing Gong". Although Fang Yunlong's speed was not the fastest in the Fang Residence right now, it was definitely the best.

The wind was as fast as lightning, attracting the gazes of many passersby. However, they could not clearly see what it was. They could only feel a strong gust of wind blowing past them.

Not long later, Fang Yunlong arrived at the smithy located in the southeast of Shangjing. This was no ordinary smithy, the "Number One Blacksmith in the World" plaque hung at the entrance was a gift from the previous emperor, although it looked a little dilapidated.

Fang Yunlong rushed in and asked: "Old grandpa, I succeeded in forging the sword?"

"Haha!" A burst of laughter rang out and an old man walked out from within. His face was a bit black and his forehead was full of wrinkles.

He looked like a beggar on the street, dressed in a shabby gray robe. In his hand was a dagger, about seven inches long, shining brilliantly.

Fang Yunlong immediately walked forward, snatched the dagger from the old man's hands and started observing it carefully.

"Not bad, it looks like the alloy is strong and sharp." Old grandpa, did you give this sword a name? "

"Not yet, I just finished refining it, I don't have a name. But since it's given to you, you can pick one yourself," The Smelting Clan's disciple said as he looked at the short sword in Fang Yunlong's hands with satisfaction.

"Then let's call it Golden Unicorn Sword." Fang Yunlong immediately decided upon the name of his weapon.

Actually, when Fang Yunlong found out the reason for his name, he couldn't help but recall a classic saying, "Gold Qilin isn't something that can be found in a pond;

"Golden Qilin Sword, not bad. Let's call it Golden Qilin Sword." The Forge nodded.

"Old grandpa, I am going to test out the might of the Gold Qilin Sword." Fang Yunlong could not hold back her joy and immediately brought up the requirement to test the performance of the Gold Qilin Sword.

"Hehe, come with me." Seemingly well-prepared, the smelter turned and brought Fang Yunlong inside.

Although Fang Yunlong had come here many times, he couldn't help but feel shocked every time he passed through the hall and entered into the smelting room.

With their current level of technology, they were able to stand up a blast furnace that was almost 10 metres tall. A few students, bare-chested, forcefully pulled the huge bellows and climbed the stairs from the smelting room to the upper floor.

Although the smelter was a first-rate blacksmith, he did not hide anything and forged weapons with his apprentices. Other than Fang Tian, the smelter had three other apprentices.

At this time, a few of them were busy forging, and seeing their Master bringing Fang Yunlong over, they immediately paid their respects. Big Senior Zhang Zhen said, "What's wrong, Xiao Long, are you satisfied with this sword?

"Satisfied, absolutely satisfied. Thank you Uncle Zhang, Uncle Chen and Uncle Li as well." Fang Yunlong knew that it was indispensable to have the help of the others in successfully forging the Gold Qilin Sword.

"Haha, this child is really polite!" Zhang Zhen, Chen Tong, and Li Hu all laughed as they spoke.

"Xiaolong, let's go, the three of you hurry up and work," The Smelting Clan had always been strict with their disciples, so after instructing their disciples, they brought Fang Yunlong to the Sword Testing Stone. This Sword Testing Stone was a type of stone that was made of an unknown material.

It was about the size of a watermelon, which the smelter had accidentally discovered while traveling. When a sword was used to hack at this rock, it would leave marks of varying depth on the stone according to the sharpness of the sword.

At the same time, according to the depth of the stone, it would emit different colors of red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, cyan, blue and purple. After a period of time, it would return to normal, as if nothing had happened.

Ordinary swords could only emit a weak red light, while the few Jianghu divine swords forged by the Refiners could emit blue light, while Fang Tianfeng's Zephyr Blade could emit a dark green light.

Fang Yunlong raised the Gold Qilin Sword in his hand and poured his Spirit Qi into the sword. The Gold Qilin Sword turned into a faint red color and a "Starlight Meteor" quickly slashed down.

A deep mark of about an inch appeared on the Sword Testing Stone, at the same time, it released a faint purple light. Fang Yunlong was overjoyed when he saw it, "It's really a good sword, old grandpa, you're really powerful!"

Seeing how happy Fang Yunlong was, the Smelter was extremely excited. Using this method, he was able to forge a sword that was definitely stronger than the Jianghu God Sword that he had forged in the past.

Since the sword test had ended, Fang Yunlong took his leave and returned home. If he returned too late, he would be scolded by his mother.