Seeing how little soul power Ian Song had left, Corpse Two was brimming with confidence. It was sure it could refine him within three seconds, turning its former human master into its own slave.
"Refine for me!"
Corpse Two sneered coldly.
But just then, a cyan jade lotus shot up from the depths of Ian Song's sea of consciousness, unleashing a blast of cyan sword-qi.
"Pfft!"
The sword light flashed and struck Corpse Two's mental power hard.
Even though it had reached ninth-tier, Corpse Two's mental power couldn't withstand the force of that sword strike. Screaming, it withdrew its spiritual power, only to realize that at least a third had been sliced away.
Instinctively, it wanted to flee.
But when its gaze fell on Ian Song's unmoving body, it felt unwilling to give up.
If I can't enslave him, then I'll destroy his body!
A savage glint flashed in its eyes as Corpse Two strode up to Ian Song, its sharp claws aiming straight for his chest.
But at that moment, Ian Song's eyes snapped open.
Seeing those claws about to pierce his chest, a cold light flashed in Ian Song's eyes. Out of nowhere, he threw a punch.
"Bang!"
Corpse Two screamed as it was sent flying backwards.
Seeing Ian Song awake, Corpse Two was scared out of its wits. Forgetting all about assassinating Ian, it scrambled to its feet and bolted.
After Corpse Two fled, Ian Song coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Just as the sword fetus was about to take shape, he sensed a crisis. Splitting off a sliver of his consciousness, he punched Corpse Two away.
But the moment his mind split, several streams of sword-qi erupted from the nearly formed sword fetus in his sea of consciousness, severely injuring his spirit.
He dove back into his sea of consciousness, stabilized the almost-formed sword fetus, then gritted his teeth against the exhaustion and wounds to keep tempering it.
One minute.
Two minutes.
Three minutes.
......
At the five-minute mark, the sword fetus within his sea of consciousness was finally fully forged. The brilliance of the 108 Dao-patterns was completely absorbed, merging into the sword fetus itself.
Ordinarily, it would have taken only a few seconds to finish, but because of Corpse Two's interference, it took a full five minutes.
So, the moment the sword fetus was formed, Ian Song could hold on no longer and fainted.
As he lost consciousness, the newly forged sword fetus began to gush spiritual power.
His spiritual lake absorbed the surging spiritual power at lightning speed, and his own soul power started to increase rapidly.
Ten percent.
Twenty percent.
Thirty percent!
......
Ninety percent!
In less than three minutes, his soul power had recovered to its peak, but the sword fetus was still pouring out spiritual power.
His spiritual lake kept expanding, and his soul power continued to surge.
He had no idea how much time had passed.
Ian Song slowly woke up, all the fatigue in his spirit swept away, and even his soul wounds were completely healed.
Instinctively, he dove into his sea of consciousness.
When he saw that his spiritual lake had doubled in size, his face lit up with overwhelming joy. Then his gaze fell on the sword fetus hovering at the center of the lake.