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The moment Di Chen came out, he saw Di Chen for the rest of his life. He had been waiting outside the entire time.

Gritting his teeth and asked for the rest of his life: "Di Chen, what exactly did you do to me before?"

Di Chen laughed easily: "I already said that if you come find trouble with me again, I'll kill you. Originally, you were already dead that day, but in the end, you were saved by me in time.

Before, Di Chen was also only a King Wen, so it was a little difficult for him to wipe away the remaining life value of his life, so he was given two months.

"What?" He didn't know why Di Chen was so clear about it for the rest of his life, but he knew that Di Chen must be speaking the truth. His expression changed, "Di Chen, you can't do this.

Di Chen shook his head: "This is not a reversible process, I can't do it. If you want to live, you have to break through your Martial Monarch Level during this period of time, because then you can increase your HP."

Martial King had existed for a bit longer than the Martial King, but the problem was that the rest of his life was now a Martial King's six stages, so how could he break through Martial King in two months?

"You …" Knowing how long he had to live was a scary thing, but being unable to do anything for the rest of his life, he was so angry that he wanted to kill Di Chen.

Di Chen was too lazy to care about the rest of his life. Once he erased the lives of others, there was no way to increase their lifespan.

As he coldly looked at Di Chen's back, he clenched his fists and said, "If I only have two months of life left, I won't let you live. Di Chen, just you wait."

Liu Jingjing and Qin Er started their cultivation, while Di Chen returned to his own residence, finding them just as he returned.

Although Bai Qian could not see through Di Chen's cultivation, he could faintly feel that Di Chen's strength had increased, so he asked: "Di Chen, where have you been these past three days, your strength seems to have increased again."

Di Chen laughed: "Three days ago, the wizard tower had opened, so I went there. Although it's only been three days outside, it's been three months inside, and during this time, my cultivation has increased by quite a bit."

Bai Qian had naturally heard of this wizard tower before. His realm did not meet the requirements and his talent was average, so he did not have the qualifications to enter the wizard tower. He could not help but feel a little envious.

"Di Chen, I failed. I did not condense that Blood-Drinking Sword into a martial soul." Zi Yan said with a face full of disappointment: "I've wasted these past three days."

Di Chen thought about how he wanted Zi Yan to fight with Xiao Qing and condense the Blood-Drinking Sword into a martial soul. According to his original plans, he wanted Zi Yan to condense a set of Blood-Drinking Sword every two days.

Bai Qian laughed bitterly: "Although you have dispelled the Evil Qi from the Blood-Drinking Sword, it is still quite powerful. Di Chen, do you have any ideas?"

Di Chen thought to himself that he had already agreed upon ten days with Xiang Qing, and now three days had already passed. There were still seven days left, so he should be able to make it in time.

Di Chen chuckled: "My cultivation has increased by a lot, I can help you cultivate your martial soul, give me your Blood-Drinking Sword."

Zi Yan was immediately overjoyed when he heard it. He immediately took out the Blood-Drinking Sword and asked: "What should I do?"

Di Chen said calmly: "First, let me take a look at you refining. I want to see where you went wrong."

Zi Yan nodded his head and immediately fused the Blood-Drinking Sword into the space between his eyebrows. However, just as the Blood-Drinking Sword fell in half, Zi Yan's body started to tremble violently, as if it was affected by some kind of force.

Di Chen noticed that there was a strange power that was rejecting Zi Yan. This kind of power made Zi Yan's mind unsettled, his spirit energy fluctuated extremely strongly, and it was impossible for him to refine this Blood-Drinking Sword normally.

"After all, this Blood-Drinking Sword is an object of the Mo Family. Although it has been removed, it is difficult to refine when compared to Zi Yan's technique."

Di Chen immediately took out a pen and paper to write the word "Tranquil". He placed the paper slip onto Zi Yan's body, and the power of the scribe poured into Zi Yan's body. Zi Yan's trembling body immediately stopped, and his spirit energy also no longer fluctuated intensely.

"What's going on?" Bai Qian said in shock: "This will go much more smoothly than before."

Di Chen laughed out loud: "This blood drink is too strong, it will affect Zi Yan's state of mind, and if your heart is not at peace, it will be very difficult to refine the Blood-Drinking Sword into a martial soul. What I was using just now was a Calm formula, able to calm a person's mind, and stabilize his spirit energy."

This Silent formula was also a formula from the Heavenly Classic Scripture. It did not have any prowess, but it could allow a cultivator to remain calm while cultivating and not be disturbed by the heart demons, nor suffer any backlash from cultivation techniques. This was what Di Chen had learned from the wizard tower.

A few minutes later, Zi Yan finished refining the Blood-Drinking Sword into the center of his brows.

"Success," Zi Yan said in pleasant surprise, she had never even thought that he could actually succeed.

Di Chen laughed, "Hurry and refine the remaining four Blood-Drinking Sword s into the center of your eyebrows as well."

Zi Yan was startled. "You want me to refine all five Blood-Drinking Sword into martial soul, but this is a little difficult for me right?"

It was true that some people could cultivate multiple martial soul, but it was more difficult. Previously, the disciples with better talent in Famous Sword Academy could only condense two swords into martial soul s, but with Zi Yan's average talent, it would be impossible for him to condense all five Blood-Drinking Sword s into martial soul s.

Di Chen advised. He thought that with Zi Yan's current strength, he would not be able to win against Xiang Qing, and it would be easier for him to refine all five swords into martial soul s.

Fortunately, Di Chen had prepared a large amount of medicinal pellets before. After a few hours, Zi Yan finally refined the second Blood-Drinking Sword into a martial soul, and then, he recovered his spirit energy and continued to refine the third Blood-Drinking Sword. This time, Zi Yan took a whole five hours to finish refining all of the medicinal pellets Di Chen and Bai Qian had consumed.

"I can't believe you're using up all these pills," Di Chen was speechless: "These pills are equivalent to at least 10 million silver, I've used up all my pills, so I need to go buy some."

Zi Yan let out a cry, she only felt that he had been swallowing a medicinal pellet the entire time, but did not think about it to such an extent. He said awkwardly: "I'm really sorry, then let's refine it again in the future."

Bai Qian laughed bitterly: "That's right, I do not have much silver now, so it should be more difficult to refine the last two Blood-Drinking Sword. I estimate that it would cost more silver, I think it would be better to refine them later."

Di Chen waved his hand: "Don't worry about the silver, I still have a lot of money. I'll go buy some pills, wait for me."

Previously, Di Chen had sold the red fog fruit he had harvested at mountain for a hundred million silver taels, and during this period of time, he had also exchanged quite a few medicinal pellets at the wizard tower, which was completely sufficient for Zi Yan to cultivate.

The fourth refinement of the Blood-Drinking Sword was extremely difficult, and it had taken a lot of pills. This time, Zi Yan had actually swallowed a third of the medicinal pellet to complete the refinement, which was equivalent to 15 million silver taels. But at this time, Di Chen discovered that the Silent formula had become ineffective, which meant that the fifth Blood-Drinking Sword would probably have to rely on Zi Yan alone.

"Continue!" Di Chen told Zi Yan to continue his cultivation, and Zi Yan continued to integrate the fifth Blood-Drinking Sword into the space between her eyebrows. However, this time, Zi Yan seemed to be affected by the Blood-Drinking Sword, as he wrote a few more [Serenity formula] on Zi Yan's body, but the effects were not as obvious as before, and Zi Yan would still be affected by the effects, moreover, the pills he consumed were extremely huge. She crazily swallowed the pills, and the Blood-Drinking Sword also entered between her eyebrows bit by bit, trembling more and more as he drank the blood.

Whoosh!

The Blood-Drinking Sword suddenly shot out from between Zi Yan's brows, she said with a pale face: "Failed."

Di Chen thought for a while: "The fifth Blood-Drinking Sword is Mo Xie's, his strength is the strongest amongst the five generals of Mo Family, and this Blood-Drinking Sword is also scary. Furthermore, after you have fused with four of the Blood-Drinking Sword, you are about to reach your limit, so breaking through your limit is indeed a little difficult."

Most people could only purify one Sword Martial Spirit, after breaking the limit, they would be able to purify two Sword Martial Spirit s. However, Zi Yan had already refined four Sword Martial Spirit s, so she had long reached her limit.

Zi Yan thought for a while, then said: "Actually, the four Sword Martial Spirit s are already very strong, Di Chen, I think it's better not to. I'm already very satisfied."

Di Chen shook his head: "These five Blood-Drinking Sword s are a set, after you refine them all, you will reach a different level, you cannot give them up."

Right now, Zi Yan was already very strong, but Di Chen faintly felt that if she were to refine the fifth Blood-Drinking Sword, his strength would reach a different realm. Right now, Di Chen was still unable to imagine what realm his cultivation would reach, but he might even reach the strength of a Martial King.

Bai Qian laughed bitterly: "But that pill just now was a waste. If I continue to cultivate, I might have even wasted that medicinal pellet."

"I'm fine," Di Chen laughed, but he was actually complaining in his heart, Zi Yan had actually wasted a lot just now, the remaining pills were enough for Zi Yan to try again, if he failed, he would have to buy more pills.

Zi Yan thought about it and tried again. Just like before, when the Blood-Drinking Sword was about to enter Zi Yan's forehead, it shot out again, but it still failed.

Di Chen bought another batch of pills, spent about seventy or eighty percent of his silver, and failed a few more times. Fortunately, although he failed each time, his progress was still a bit better than before.

"Finally succeeded," Zi Yan said excitedly. He didn't even dare to imagine it himself.

Di Chen laughed bitterly: "If you still don't succeed, I won't be able to do anything about it."

Bai Qian asked: "Di Chen, just how much silver did you spend?"

Di Chen slightly sighed, "All of these medicinal pellets added together should be at least one hundred and fifty million. I don't have much silver already."

Zi Yan and Bai Qian were startled, they never thought that they would spend so much silver, if not for Di Chen, it would be impossible for him to refine Blood-Drinking Sword into martial soul.