Xuan Lei Valley is a place where thunder gathers.

The vigorous level of thunder spirit energy here was so high that even Chen Ping was amazed.

This manger-shaped, high-grade psychic tool has absorbed more than a hundred days of thunder spirit energy, and its aura has reached its peak.

If Jia Wenmao activates the magic weapon to attack at this moment, he may be able to cause even a trace of damage to the early-stage golden elixir monks.

What Wei Xueling had to do was to tightly bind the thunder spirit energy in the treasure to prevent it from leaking out.

As for the remaining dozens of weapon refiners, under the command of Xuan Tianlei, they used the spiritual fire to melt batches of fourth-level ore.

Everyone was doing it in full swing, and Chen Ping was not idle either.

The three great spiritual fires kept spewing out, surrounding and roasting the bones of the giant elephant king.

The Elephant King's skeleton is of too high a grade and its texture is extremely hard, making it impossible for non-Jindan monks to handle it.

Therefore, this step can only be completed by him personally.

Finally, under the refining process regardless of the loss of mana, the four precious skeletons were all melted into sparkling ashes.

Dots of lightning spread out layer by layer, like the Milky Way in the sky, it was really charming.

After carefully putting the ashes into the jade box, Chen Ping summoned Jia Wenmao with a thought.

"Is this the bone of the giant elephant king?"

Stroking the jade box, Jia Wenmao said excitedly.

The Bones of the Giant Elephant King are the top thunder-attribute materials in the archipelago’s cultivation world.

Even for a master of weapon refining, it is a rare treasure.

"All four are here."

Chen Ping said with a smile.

There are many benefits to melting the elephant bones in advance.

The existence of the Bones of the Giant Elephant King is currently only known to Jia Wenmao.

When the weapon refining is completed and this memory of his is deleted, the risk can be minimized.

"Does Master Jia recognize this object?"

Chen Ping pointed his finger, and a dark blue chair appeared out of thin air.

This chair is an ornament inside a gray conch.

Made of some unknown high-grade ore.

Although he didn't know the material, he also knew that the ore was definitely not of thunder nature.

He couldn't be sure whether it would help forge spiritual treasures.

"Junior, take a look."

After touching the chair and looking up and down for a long time, Jia Wenmao's movements suddenly stopped, his mouth opened, and his face was full of emotion.

"Master Jia knows this thing?"

Upon seeing his expression, Chen Ping immediately asked.

Jia Wenmao swallowed his throat wildly and roared excitedly: "Senior, this is the innate cloud essence!"

"Xiantian Yunjing?"

Chen Ping frowned, but still had no impression.

"Xiantian Yunjing, ranking among the sixth level, is a unique product of the Four Yuan Heaven. It is said that at auctions overseas, two top-quality spiritual stones will be sold for one tael!"

Jia Wenmao explained with rapid breathing: "The biggest use of this stone is to decompose and replace impurities in the material, so as to further improve the quality of the magic weapon!"

"What, the innate cloud spirit actually has such a wonderful effect."

After being stunned for a moment, Chen Ping suddenly regretted it.

Because another complete piece of Xiantian Yunjing has been sacrificed to Jinzhu.

"It's a pity that the number of Yunjing in front of us is too small, otherwise the probability of refining Thunder Treasure will increase to 50%."

Jia Wenmao rolled his eyes and said with a hint of regret.

"Yun Jing still has my seat."

Couldn't Chen Ping see Jia Wenmao's little thoughts? He changed his subject and said, "If Yun Jing is enough, can Master Jia make a middle-grade spiritual treasure?"

"Senior thinks too highly of me."

The awkward expression disappeared in a flash, and Jia Wenmao smiled bitterly and said:

"A good horse with a good saddle. Although the Cloud Essence Stone is of extremely high grade, this junior's skills are only at this level. Even if you give me a seventh-grade ore, the low-grade Lingbao is at its limit."

"Senior, if you think it's not a good deal, I suggest you save Yun Jing this time. In the future, if you contact a master who is at the level of a golden elixir monk, you may have a greater chance."

Jia Wenmao's honest words made Chen Ping very satisfied.

Without saying a word, he waved his sleeves and robe, and two identical chairs immediately floated up in the air.

"Which senior is so extravagant as to make sixth-grade ore into household items?"

Taking a breath of air, Jia Wenmao muttered in shock.

"Is it enough?"

Chen Ping confirmed calmly.

He has a total of fifteen Yunjing chairs in his collection, and he is not afraid of Jia Wenmao's lion opening his mouth.

Having said that, if he didn't urgently need a thunder spirit treasure to practice secret skills, he would not be willing to let Jia Wenmao practice it anyway.

"Barely enough."

Jia Wenmao nodded hurriedly, quickly took out a roll of animal skin from his arms, held it up with both hands and said respectfully:

"Above are several spiritual treasure patterns compiled by the juniors and fellow weapon refiners. Please confirm one of them, senior."

With a flick of his consciousness, Chen Pingping remained expressionless and stopped talking.

Several patterns on the animal skin are either bowl-shaped, jade plate-shaped, whip-shaped, or hammer-shaped.

They all seem to be exquisite and elegant, but none of them meet his requirements.

"Why, can't you make a sword?"

Chen Ping raised his eyebrows and said.

What he was most interested in was undoubtedly a low-grade Thunder Spirit Sword.

It can not only assist in practicing the Immortal Thunder Method, but can also be used as a trump card in the future.

Thinking of the scene in the late Jindan period when he pulled out a thunderous spiritual sword from his body, shocking Gu Sixian and the Evil Lord, Chen Ping's mind was involuntarily swaying.

"Senior is also a weapon refiner, so he should be aware that the refining of swords and knives is relatively difficult, and the success rate will probably drop by about half."

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Jia Wenmao said carefully.

"It doesn't matter, just do it boldly."

Waving his hands, Chen Ping said cheerfully.

However, before Jia Wenmao could breathe a sigh of relief, another voice that sounded like eternal ice came to his ears.

"The refining of the Thunder Lingbao failed, and there is no need for you, Master Jia, to live anymore."

Hearing this, Jia Wenmao trembled all over. Looking at the man in front of him, his knees softened and he knelt down.

"It's the same as refining alchemy. There are always unexpected situations. Let alone the juniors, even if a more powerful master of weapon refining is used, the success rate cannot be as high as 100%."

Jia Wenmao kept pleading.

"When the Spiritual Treasure is born, I will reward you with 30,000 medium-grade spiritual stones and owe you a small favor. Otherwise, you can be reincarnated in advance."

With a cold look on him, Chen Ping emphasized again.

Sometimes, great pressure can also be a spur.

Listening to these emotionless remarks, Jia Wenmao was so frightened that he was at a loss.

Through Wei Xueling's publicity and recent interactions, he finally thought that Master Haichang was a pleasant-looking Jin Dan senior.

Unexpectedly, in the end, I was deceived by the illusion.

Yes, Master Chen’s hands are stained with little blood, aren’t they?

He is no different.

Jia Wenmao's face was pale and he looked like he was about to cry without tears.

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, and kowtowed again: "You're welcome, junior. Please give me your greatest support, senior."

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To be continued...