Chapter 199: The Tier-3 Grade-9 Spirit Armor is Born
“What? Are you certain?” Patriarch Qingxuan’s eyes widened, his usual composure cracking. “You claim this armor will cause another explosive surge in our disciples’ combat power? You are not joking with this old man?”
The cultivators of the Qingyun Sect, having opened the Five Gates and reinforced their Divine Souls, already possessed strength far exceeding their peers. If this Spirit Armor could truly amplify their power yet again, the implications were terrifying.
Take Elder Jin Jue and the other Golden Core elders as an example. Once they finished converting their cultivation to the Five Elements Art, their base power would already be formidable. If they then equipped this armor… would they not rival Nascent Soul cultivators in sheer combat effectiveness?
Sun Yi smiled confidently. “Patriarch, do not underestimate this armor. It is the culmination of our most advanced technologies—a convergence of Refining, Formations, and Talismans. The difficulty of forging it is astronomical.”
“With my current skills, I initially projected a Tier-3 Grade-5 output. However, the theoretical performance ceiling is much higher.”
“Let’s talk defense first. At full power, our simulations suggest this armor can withstand over a hundred full-force strikes from a Golden Core Grand Perfection cultivator.”
Qingxuan gasped softly. A hundred strikes? That was essentially invincibility against anything below the Nascent Soul stage.
“Next, speed,” Sun Yi continued, his eyes gleaming. “By syncing the armor’s thrusters with the Wind Thunder Step, we project a minimum speed increase of five hundred percent. Five times the speed, Patriarch.”
“Think about our body refiners like Elder Jin Jue. Their physical bodies are already at Tier-3 strength, but their greatest weakness has always been closing the distance. Enemy spellcasters can kite them.”
“Now? They can close the gap instantly. A body refiner moving at five times the speed of sound, protected by a regenerating shield… and if we equip them with specialized war blades designed to leverage that momentum? How terrifying would that be?”
“Patriarch, I ask you: With such gear, will their strength not skyrocket?”
Sun Yi swept his hand across the workshop. “And once we mass-produce the simplified versions for our Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining disciples… our sect won’t just be strong. We will be an army of juggernauts. Survivability will go through the roof.”
“Can it really achieve all that?” Qingxuan’s voice trembled with excitement and a hint of disbelief.
“Hehe. Only one way to find out,” Sun Yi grinned. “We build it.”
“How long?” Qingxuan demanded, his patience evaporating. “How long until the prototype is ready?”
“The framework and theory are complete. The final design is locked,” Sun Yi calculated quickly. “Without assistance, perhaps a month.”
“Good. Do it now,” Qingxuan ordered, rolling up his sleeves. “I’m not leaving. I will stay here and assist. Whatever you need, tell me.”
The Patriarch was hooked. He had come out of curiosity, but now he was invested. If Sun Yi delivered on his promises, the strategic value of this armor was incalculable.
“Hehe, if the Patriarch is willing to lend a hand, that changes everything,” Sun Yi said, delighted. “There are several high-grade materials that need purification. My Purple Extreme Berserk Flame is strong, but your Nascent Soul Fire is hotter and more stable. You could shave weeks off the production time and improve the final quality.”
“Fine. Give me the list,” Qingxuan said, extending his hand. “I will handle the purification.”
With the sect’s supreme elder acting as a glorified furnace operator, the atmosphere in the Refining Hall became electric. The other refiners worked like men possessed, desperate to perform well in front of the Patriarch.
What was supposed to be a month-long grind was crushed in ten days.
Day 10.
Sun Yi sat cross-legged in the center of the workshop. The Purple Extreme Berserk Flame roared before him, suspending a suit of exquisite armor in its heart. The heat was so intense that the lower-level refiners had to retreat to the edges of the room.
The armor was a masterpiece of hybrid engineering.
On its back mounted two pairs of metallic wings. The upper pair consisted of five razor-sharp blades each, radiating the cold lethality of a Tier-3 offensive weapon. The lower pair was much larger, extending to a three-meter wingspan. These were the thrusters—retro-swept wings, one side crackling with arcs of lightning, the other swirling with compressed wind essence.
Embedded in the backplate was the power core: a complex formation matrix with seven sockets for Spirit Stones. This modular system allowed the user to swap power sources on the fly, reducing their personal True Qi consumption by a staggering ninety percent.
On the chest plate, a top-tier Tier-3 Defensive Formation glowed with latent power.
Sun Yi’s eyes narrowed. He unleashed his vast Divine Soul, wrapping it around the molten metal. Guided by his will, streams of True Qi etched microscopic Artifact Runes into the armor’s structure.
The aura of the armor climbed steadily. Tier-3 Grade-5… Grade-6… Grade-7…
It didn’t stop.
Finally, sensing the limit, Sun Yi bit his tongue and spat a drop of Golden Core essence blood into the flames.
Fuse!
The blood vanished into the metal. The armor shuddered, and a shockwave of spiritual pressure exploded outward, stabilizing at the absolute peak.
Tier-3, Grade-9.
Sun Yi retracted the flames. The armor hovered there, cooling rapidly, humming with power.
“Tier-3 Grade-9!” Elder Yan screamed, losing all composure. “Headmaster! You forged a peak Tier-3 artifact!”
“A genius! A peerless genius!” Elder Tong was practically weeping with joy.
“It’s beautiful,” Gu Qingcheng whispered, staring at the wings with adoration. “The defensive specs on a Grade-9 chassis… it will exceed all our simulations.”
Sun Yi exhaled a long breath, wiping sweat from his brow. “Don’t give me all the credit. It was the Patriarch’s purification. Without his Nascent Soul Fire refining the base materials to perfection, I couldn’t have pushed it past Grade-5.”
“Enough talk,” Qingxuan cut in, his eyes glued to the armor. “Bind it. Test it. I need to see if it works.”
“Yes, Patriarch.”
Sun Yi nodded and began the binding process.
Even with his blood already fused into it, taming a Tier-3 Grade-9 artifact was no small feat. It took Sun Yi a full month of meditation to completely refine the armor and sync it with his soul—a long time for him, though a blink of an eye for any other cultivator.
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