Chapter 829: Refining

At this moment.

Upon returning to the Cloud Tribulation Sect, Bai Mei immediately sat cross-legged in her own room.

Her slender, jade-like hands slightly raised.

At her fingertips was a tiny white speck resembling dandruff.

It was the bone fragment given to her by Lou Benwei.

"Take it back and refine it properly."

Lou Benwei's words echoed in her mind.

Although she didn't know the significance of this small fragment, it was something handed to her by a master like Lou Benwei, so she didn't hesitate. She gently stirred her internal energy, enveloping the bone fragment.

The fragment glowed faintly and then vanished into her hand.

In the next moment, Bai Mei clearly felt that the fragment had made direct contact with the bones in her palm.

Her palm bones instantly transformed, taking on a golden hue.

This golden color then began to spread from the tips of her fingers.

Within a quarter of an hour, all the bones in her fingers had turned golden.

An hour later, her entire arm, up to the wrist, had become golden.

Bai Mei's face was filled with shock and disbelief.

Looking at the sword sheath placed beside the cushion, Bai Mei couldn't help but gently tap it with her transformed hand.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound rang out. From the point where her fingertip touched, the sheath, made of extraordinary materials, cracked like a spiderweb, forming fine fissures.

"What?"

This sight made Bai Mei's red lips part in astonishment, her beautiful eyes wide with disbelief as she stared at her fingertip.

It should be noted that while her sword was not a divine weapon, it was crafted from high-quality materials, far superior to ordinary steel or copper.

Yet, with just a light touch, it had shattered?

What kind of power was this?

She immediately realized that Lou Benwei had bestowed upon her an immense opportunity, one so vast that it was beyond her imagination, enough to completely transform her.

Seeing the golden color continuing to spread, seemingly aiming to cover her entire body, she closed her eyes in excitement and entered a state of deep meditation.

Time flew by, and two days passed.

The entire Cloud Tribulation Sect was filled with an immense energy.

This energy was peculiar, its source hard to pinpoint.

As time went on, this energy grew stronger, accompanied by an invisible pressure.

This pressure wasn't from overwhelming strength but more of an intrinsic, bone-deep dominance.

Not only the disciples but also the sect leader, Guan Ling, and the elders could clearly feel this pressure.

To put it simply, it was as if a tiger had been born in a den of cats.

It was a matter of bloodline, of fundamental dominance.

If not for the Cloud Tribulation Sect's protective barrier, this pressure would have already spread, attracting widespread attention.

While the members of the sect searched for the truth, they began to speculate.

Some guessed that an ancient secret realm within the sect was about to emerge.

Others speculated that a peerless treasure was about to resurface.

As the Cloud Tribulation Sect continued their search, a massive spirit ship arrived at the sect's entrance, hovering in the air.

The ship was adorned with intricate carvings, and its black ports exuded an invisible pressure. At the highest point of the ship, a flag fluttered in the wind.

Embroidered in bold letters were the words "Wind Cloud."

Clearly, this was a delegation from the Wind Cloud Sect.

Faced with such a high-profile arrival, Guan Ling didn't dare to be negligent. He brought along some elders to greet them at the entrance.

On the deck, an elder stepped forward, looking down at Guan Ling and his entourage.

"Your Cloud Tribution Sect has quite the audacity, harboring a fugitive wanted by our Wind Cloud Sect."

As he spoke, a powerful pressure emanated from him.

His condescending manner showed that he held no regard for the Cloud Tribution Sect.