With the High Grade Spirit Stones acting as rapid chargers, Sun Yi’s True Qi reserves hit 100% in record time. His soul energy was still buffering, lagging slightly behind, but the latency was within acceptable parameters.
He opened his eyes. Twin beams of sharp light cut through the gloom of the cultivation chamber.
Target locked: Sword Embryo.
Execute: Inscription Phase.
This was the most critical subroutine. It required a continuous, uninterrupted data stream—yī gǔ zuò qì. A single packet loss, a single glitch in concentration, and the entire compilation would fail.
Sun Yi poured both his Soul Power and True Qi into the floating metal. The golden-red embryo bobbed gently in the purple flames as he began to flash the firmware, carving complex Artifact Runes directly into its structure.
The five Elders stood like statues, their breathing shallow. They didn’t dare make a sound, terrified of interrupting the bandwidth.
Rune after rune lit up on the blade. Slowly, a formidable aura began to boot up, radiating from the weapon. It started faint but climbed steadily as the complexity of the internal arrays increased.
Time blurred. A full day passed.
Sun Yi was a machine. His focus was absolute, his fingers weaving energy with robotic precision.
Status Report: Rune Density Critical.
The aura emanating from the sword had stabilized at Tier-3, Grade-7.
If he initiated the shutdown sequence now and sealed the blade, he would have a perfectly functional, high-end Grade-7 weapon. It was a safe, guaranteed win.
But Sun Yi was sweating. His CPU was overheating; beads of perspiration rolled down his forehead. He was, after all, only at the early Foundation Establishment stage. Running a Tier-3 fabrication process was maxing out his hardware specs.
The Elders exchanged excited glances. A Grade-7 Spirit Weapon? That was a masterwork. Even Elder Ye Luo would struggle to code something this clean on the first try. They saw Sun Yi trembling, clearly hitting his redline. They wanted to scream at him to hit ‘Save’ and finish the project before the system crashed.
But Sun Yi didn’t stop.
Analysis: Material Potential > Current Output.
The Mystic Fire Gold and the Rhinoceros Horn were top-tier components. Capping the performance at Grade-7 was inefficient. It was a waste of potential bandwidth.
Decision: Overclock.
He wasn’t going to settle for a stable build. He wanted peak performance.
Deep within his Sea of Consciousness, the eight fragmented stars of his soul suddenly swirled.
Command: Merge Threads. Single-Core Boost.
Under his iron will, the eight soul fragments forcibly collided and fused into a single, blindingly powerful entity. The sheer pressure radiating from his skull spiked.
“He’s pushing it!” Elder Jin Jue’s face went pale. “He’s forcing an upgrade!”
“Headmaster, careful!” Ye Luo whispered, his knuckles white.
They knew the risks. If the compilation failed now, the backlash wouldn’t just brick the sword—it could fry Sun Yi’s brain. But they could do nothing. They were just spectators, forced to watch anxiously from the sidelines while the sysadmin worked on the live server.
Warning: System Instability. Soul Load at 120%.
Sun Yi ignored the warnings screaming in his mind. He channeled the overclocked Soul Power into the blade, carving the final, most dangerous set of runes.
Push. Push. Push.
The sword’s aura screamed, vibrating violently. Then—snap.
The bottleneck shattered. The energy reading jumped, stabilizing at a new plateau.
Tier-3, Grade-8.
Target Reached. Terminate Process.
Sun Yi didn’t get greedy. His battery was blinking red, and the merged soul state was unsustainable. He immediately decoupled his soul and withdrew his True Qi.
Final Step: Biometric Lock.
He bit the tip of his tongue.
Ptoo!
A drop of essence blood—his unique admin key—shot into the glowing blade. His hands flew through a series of seals, locking the configuration in place.
Compilation Complete.
BOOM!
A shockwave of scorching heat blasted outward as the seal took hold. The purple flames receded, revealing the finished product.
Sun Yi stared at the sword with burning eyes. The essence blood had done its job; he felt a deep, hardwired connection to the weapon, a mental connection that felt like a dedicated fiber-optic line running straight to his brain.
The sword was compact, only one chi long. It was a masterpiece of gold and red, covered in mysterious, glowing circuitry.
“Tier-3… Grade-8…” Elder Ye Luo breathed, his voice trembling. “Congratulations, Headmaster! A Grade-8 masterpiece!”
“Congratulations, Headmaster!”
“Incredible. The Qingyun Sect has truly risen.”
“Tsk, tsk.” Elder Ye Luo shook his head, looking at Sun Yi like he was a monster. “A heaven-sent prodigy. Truly. To hit Grade-8 on your first run? Give it a few months, and this old man will be asking you for lessons.”
“Thank you, Elders, for maintaining the perimeter,” Sun Yi said, his voice raspy. “I need to reboot. My energy is flatlined.”
He didn’t wait for a response. He sat down, grabbing more Spirit Stones. The sword hovered obediently nearby, radiating heat like a loyal guard dog.
Sun Yi’s True Qi recovery was fast, but his soul needed defragmentation. It would take time to fully repair the stress of the merge.
But first: Integration.
He opened his eyes and grabbed the floating sword.
Task: Install Drivers.
Normally, refining a Tier-3 Spirit Weapon—syncing it perfectly with one’s internal energy—was a grind. Using his standard Dantian Qi, the estimated time to completion was 30 days.
Efficiency: 5%. Unacceptable.
He switched to the Fire Gate’s energy.
Estimated time: 10 days. Efficiency: Improved, but still suboptimal.
Sun Yi frowned. Ten days was an eternity in a world where enemies could spawn at any moment. He needed immediate deployment.
Protocol: Brute Force.
“Purple Extreme Berserk Flame, engage.”
A torrent of violet fire erupted from his chest, swallowing the sword whole. The flame was the ultimate admin tool. It stripped away resistance and forced compatibility at the molecular level.
With the flame doing the heavy lifting, plus the backdoor access granted by his essence blood, the progress bar sprinted forward.
One day later.
Installation Complete. Device Ready.
Sun Yi exhaled. One day. That was efficient.
The connection was now seamless. With a single thought, the sword dissolved into a streak of golden-red light, orbiting his body faster than the eye could follow. It was no longer a tool; it was an extension of his will, a remote-controlled drone with zero input lag.
The beam of light halted in front of him, solidifying back into the sword.
Sun Yi extended a finger, the fingertip glowing with purple fire. He carefully etched two characters onto the hilt.
Fire Spirit [Huǒ Líng]
“From this day on, you are the Fire Spirit Sword.”
He flicked his wrist. The Purple Extreme Berserk Flame surged, wrapping the sword in a protective cocoon.
Docking Sequence Initiated.
The sword flew straight into his chest, entering the Fire Gate. Inside that specialized heart chamber, surrounded by pure fire-attribute True Qi, the sword began to “nurture.”
It was like leaving a device on a charging dock that also ran constant software optimizations. The Fire Gate would slowly, passively upgrade the weapon’s quality over time.
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