Chapter 541
Refining
Hearing Song Changsheng's words, Song Youfu's eyes suddenly widened and he felt his heart skip a beat. Doesn't this mean that the bow he obtained is actually a top-grade magic weapon?
At this time, he finally understood why it was so difficult for Old Demon Wang to draw the bow. The combination of bow and arrow is a top-grade magic weapon. Even an early Purple Mansion cultivator has a lot of trouble activating it, let alone him, a foundation-building cultivator. If he doesn't burn his own origin, he can't even draw the bow.
However, even though Wang Lao Mo gambled his own life, he was ultimately unable to fully pull the [Dragon String Bow] open. He only pulled it open a little bit. Even so, he still severely injured Xuan Chengzi, who was in his peak condition. This shows how terrifying the power of this bow is.
"Nineth Uncle, since Senior E Tu was able to kill a dragon with one arrow even without this precious bow, his strength must be rare among Purple Mansion cultivators. How did he die in the end?" Song Youfu asked curiously.
He didn't know how powerful the Purple Mansion cultivators were, but he knew that once the Jiaolongs reached adulthood, they would be able to possess cultivation levels comparable to those of the Purple Mansion cultivators of the human race, which means they would become great monsters.
Being able to kill a big monster, or a dragon, with just one arrow, one can easily realize how powerful this archer is. He will definitely be even more powerful after obtaining the [Dragon String Bow]. However, such a person actually died, which aroused endless curiosity in him.
"I don't know the exact details, after all, it happened a thousand years ago. I only know that E Tu used this precious bow to shoot and kill a Purple Mansion Great Perfection cultivator, who eventually died of exhaustion, and the precious bow disappeared."
At this point, he glanced at Song Youfu and added, "The evil butcher at that time was only at the late Purple Mansion stage, and it was only with this precious bow that he was able to fight against opponents of higher ranks."
Song Youfu's eyes lit up when he heard this. He thought it was just an ordinary magic weapon, but he didn't expect it to have such a great origin. It not only shot and killed a dragon, but also shot and killed a Purple Mansion Great Perfection cultivator. No wonder the evil spirit was so strong.
"If I could only..."
Song Changsheng only needed to take a look at his expression to know that this kid had started to daydream again, so he broke his fantasy and said, "With your current cultivation level, it is impossible for you to draw the bow. You have to cultivate to the Purple Mansion Stage at least before you can barely use it. You are still far from that.
Moreover, practicing archery requires extremely high strength, and if you train your body only once, you may not be able to shoot a bow even if you can break through the Purple Mansion Stage."
“Is it necessary to break through the Purple Mansion Stage?” Song Youfu was a little disappointed when he heard that, like an eggplant hit by frost - wilted.
He couldn't help but be disappointed. Everyone knew how difficult it was to break through the Purple Mansion stage. In the past five hundred years, the Song family had only produced four Purple Mansion cultivators.
Although he always felt that he had the potential to reach the Purple Mansion realm, no matter how confident he was, this realm was still too far away from him. After all, not everyone could break through to the Purple Mansion like Song Changsheng before the age of forty. That was abnormal. It was normal for people like him who were still stuck in the Qi training stage in their twenties.
Seeing his disappointment, Song Changsheng not only did not try to comfort him, but instead continued to criticize him with a stern face: "Do you understand the importance of cultivation now? If you don't work hard at cultivation, it will be useless even if treasures are sent to you."
"Uncle Nine, I know I was wrong. I will work hard on my training in the future and never slack off again. But this [Dragon String Bow]..." Song Youfu rubbed his hands, with a flattering look on his face. His inner thoughts were self-evident.
Song Changsheng snorted lightly and didn't believe a word of what was said to him in his heart. If he worked hard to practice, even a pig could fly to heaven.
Well, the pigs in this world can indeed fly to heaven.
"We must take this opportunity to change his lazy character."
Thinking of this, Song Changsheng frowned and said seriously: "You can get this precious bow that has disappeared for a thousand years, which means you are destined to have it. Maybe you can make some achievements in archery.
I do have a way here. I can let you refine this treasure bow first. After you break through the foundation-building stage, you can use part of the power of the treasure bow. Although it is only one-tenth or one-twelfth, it is enough for the foundation-building stage. Are you willing to try it?"
Song Changsheng had an inexplicable smile on his face, which made Song Youfu a little flustered. His intuition told him that this method would definitely not be so wonderful, but after looking at the [Dragon String Bow], Song Youfu gritted his teeth and said, "Let's do it. Please ask Uncle Nine for instructions."
"You don't have to look so fearless. This method will definitely do you more good than harm. Relax a little, it will be quick."
"Is there any disadvantage?" Song Youfu swallowed hard, feeling more and more that this method was a little unreliable.
He couldn't help but laugh dryly and said, "Well, can my grandson regret it now?"
Song Changsheng showed an inexplicable smile on his face and said, "Of course not."
After saying that, without waiting for Song Youfu to react, he suddenly stretched out his right hand, and a powerful suction force came from the palm of his hand, which directly pulled Song Youfu from a distance to the front, and then Song Changsheng slapped him on the chest.
In an instant, Song Youfu felt a powerful force acting on his body, and the blood in his body seemed to boil at this moment.
"Ninth...Uncle...Grandfather..." Song Youfu's face turned red, and his voice became a little difficult, as if something in his body was about to come out.
"laugh"
He just felt as if his heart was being gripped by a big hand, causing him excruciating pain.
"Wow……"
He opened his mouth and a drop of crystal clear blood emerged from the depths of his throat and floated in front of his eyes.
"This is..." Song Youfu's eyes suddenly widened. It was also blood essence, but this drop was obviously different from the one he had forced out from his fingertips before. It seemed... purer?
"This is your precious blood. It is usually only used when refining your own magical weapon. It is the essence of human blood and is extremely precious. Only with this blood, supplemented by my magic power, can you forcibly refine this precious bow."
After saying that, Song Changsheng waved to the side, and the [Dragon String Bow] immediately came in front of him uncontrollably.
Song Changsheng snapped his fingers and let the drop of Song Youfu's heart blood fall onto the bow arm. In an instant, the entire bow was coated with a layer of red light, and the bow began to vibrate violently. There was a faint shadow of a blood-colored dragon in it, howling to the sky, and Song Youfu was so scared that he took a step back.
"Humph, you've been dead for thousands of years and you're still restless. How dare a mere remnant soul bar its teeth at me?"
Song Changsheng sneered, and gathered his powerful magic power in his palm, directly suppressing the phantom of the dragon.
Although the dragon shadow was unwilling, it had no choice but to surrender in the face of absolute strength.
"Refining!"
With a loud shout, the drop of blood began to spread along the bow arm. Wisps of blood-red black smoke emerged continuously, and a series of "sizzling" sounds were heard.
Now Song Youfu understood that Song Changsheng was helping him get rid of the evil energy that the Dragon String Bow had absorbed over the years.
These evil auras were acquired by the bow's previous owner, E Tu, after he shot and killed those creatures. E Tu has a strong cultivation base, so these evil auras will not affect him, but will instead help him.
But when he died, the evil spirit lost its restraint and its power began to increase wildly, not only polluting the spirit of the bow, but also awakening the evil dragon's soul remaining in the dragon's bones.
If these evil spirits are not eliminated, not only will it be difficult to refine them, but Song Youfu will also have to carry them with him all year round, and his will may be eroded by them.
It took about ten hours to completely remove the evil spirit that had accumulated in the Dragon Bow for more than a thousand years. The long process made Song Youfu a little drowsy. Looking at Song Youfu, whose eyelids were already fighting, Song Changsheng said unhappily, "It's almost done, hurry up and put the spiritual mark on it."
Song Youfu woke up instantly, and quickly followed Song Changsheng's instructions, separating a wisp of his spiritual consciousness to leave his own mark on the [Dragon String Bow].
Compared to the last time he tried it himself, this time was obviously much smoother and there were no obstacles at all.
After doing all this, he suddenly felt a vague connection between himself and the [Dragon String Bow]. He naturally knew that this was a sign of successful recognition of the master, and he couldn't help but say with joy: "It's done, it turns out to be so simple."
He originally thought that he was going to suffer a lot this time, but he didn't expect that the process was much simpler than he imagined. It was just a little painful when taking the blood from his heart. However, this pain was nothing compared to his gains.
"Thank you, Uncle Nine."
Song Youfu bowed happily, but found that Song Changsheng had a malicious smile on his face.
Thinking of what Song Changsheng had said before, his heart suddenly skipped a beat and he had a bad feeling.
Before he could react, something cold entered his mouth, and then a burning feeling instantly spread throughout his body.
"Uncle Nine, what did you give me to eat?" Song Youfu frowned immediately. This feeling... was so strange.
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"The essence of evil spirit, and a trace of marrow hidden in the dragon's bones."
"Bone marrow?" Song Youfu's eyes suddenly widened. It would be fine if it was just the essence of evil spirit, but the dragon that refined this [Dragon String Bow] had been dead for thousands of years. Is it really okay to eat the bone marrow of this thing?
"Bone marrow is just an adjective. It is actually a wisp of life essence left in the skeleton of the evil dragon. Taking it will only benefit you and not harm you. Once you completely refine it, you may find an opportunity to break through the foundation-building stage."
"It has this effect?" Song Youfu smiled immediately. He was worried about breaking through the foundation-building stage, but he didn't expect that Song Changsheng had already considered this.
But soon he felt something was not right. He could understand that the bone marrow was taken to help him break through the foundation-building stage, but what about the evil spirit essence? Could it also help him break through? Why hadn't he heard of it before?
He wanted to ask, but was afraid of being criticized by Song Changsheng for being uneducated. After thinking it over, he finally chose to hold it in. After all, Song Changsheng would not harm him.
At this moment, Song Changsheng's voice sounded in his ears again: "Are you confused as to why I gave you the evil spirit essence?"
Song Youfu asked tentatively: "It should also be to help my grandson find a breakthrough, right?"
"of course not."
"Ok?"
The unexpected answer made Song Youfu a little confused.
Song Changsheng smiled mischievously and said, "Do you know what will happen after the evil spirit enters the body?"
"Uh... it should continue to erode the cultivator's internal organs and soul, right?" Song Youfu's bad premonition became stronger and stronger.
"That's a good answer. It is indeed true. Compared to the evil spirit, this evil essence is even more powerful. Before you completely expel the evil spirit from your body, you will be tortured by this power every day. How about it? Are you surprised? Are you surprised?"
After hearing what Song Changsheng said, Song Youfu was stunned. Isn't this just a joke?
"Uncle Nine, why are you doing this?"
His voice was filled with grief and indignation. He couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling when he thought of the pain of the evil spirit corroding his internal organs and soul.
"Of course, it is to urge you to practice hard. Without a strong enough physique to support it, this [Dragon String Bow] in your hand is no more than a firewood stick.
Let me show you a way. The extreme cold power of the cold pool can effectively curb the erosion of evil spirits and can also alleviate most of your pain. If you don't want to be tortured by the evil spirit, you should just go to the cold pool to practice honestly in the future.
Just hold on for two or three years, and it will be enough for you to force out the evil spirit in your body." Song Changsheng said lightly.
"Two or three years? You might as well just kill me." Song Youfu couldn't help but let out a wail.
He was also a frequent visitor to the cold pool. He would go in to practice for a few quarters of an hour every few days and could barely hold on.
But if he intends to use the power of the cold pool to suppress the evil essence in his body, he must insist on practicing in the cold pool every day, and the practice time cannot be too short. This is simply hell for him.
You know, even Song Youlin, whom he regarded as a pervert, only practiced in it for half an hour every day.
Approaching Song Changsheng, Song Youfu said pitifully, "Uncle Nine, please help your grandson get that thing out. I promise to practice hard in the future and never be lazy again."
Song Changsheng glanced at him and said, "I have heard the same words from you more than a dozen times. I was too permissive with you in the past. This time, no matter what you say, it won't work.
Of course, you don’t have to go to the cold pond to practice. As long as you can resist the erosion of the evil spirit, it will be fine. Just grit your teeth and hold on for a few years."
Song Youfu dared to swear that he had never been so speechless in his life.
However, this also made him start to reflect on himself. Was he really so lazy in the past that he actually forced the head of the family to use such means on a junior like him?
"Oh...can't I go?"
Sighing, Song Youfu picked up the [Dragon String Bow] and prepared to go out.
Song Changsheng suddenly called out to him, "Wait."
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(End of this chapter)