A flame spurted from its mouth, seamlessly brewing tea, and finally, it pleasingly came before him.
"Master, look, my nest is gone."
The Phoenix Cry Bird looked pitiful, but Lin Changâanâs attention was on the Storage Bag and the Spirit Tea, narrowing his eyes involuntarily.
"This Spirit Tea seems to be sent by the Profound Sound Pavilion, and this Storage Bag was from the Tribulation Cultivator back then, and thereâs also this spirit pot, Spirit Water..."
Under Lin Changâanâs gaze, the Phoenix Cry Bird showed no embarrassment, directly glaring with its golden bird eyes:
"Master, I specifically got this Spirit Tea and spirit pot, and I happened to pick up this Storage Bag..."
Initially, the Phoenix Cry Bird spoke with confidence, but under Lin Changâanâs mischievous gaze, its momentum weakened as it continued.
"Master!"
Seeing the Phoenix Cry Bird preparing to play dumb, Lin Changâan couldnât help but let out a cold smile.
What a cunning thieving bird, hoarding treasures behind his back.
Under the Phoenix Cry Birdâs distressed gaze, the Storage Bag fell into Lin Changâanâs hands.
A sweep with his Divine Sense revealed, wow, it was full of Spirit Stones and treasures like Spirit Pearls.
The accumulation reached several thousand Middle Grade Spirit Stones, and they were all bright and shiny, making Lin Changâan speechless.
"I was wondering why youâve been nesting in the birdâs nest every day since coming here, turns out you were hoarding and cultivating with these shiny trinkets?"
This scene made Lin Changâan shake his head, he had only heard of dragon-like Demon Beasts loving such shiny treasures, what was this bird pretending to be a dragon for?
"Alright."
Shaking his head, Lin Changâan handed the Storage Bag back, as he had noticed the Phoenix Cry Bird secretly hoarding Spirit Stones before.
He initially thought the bird was secretly using the Spirit Stones for cultivation, so he hadnât paid much attention.
Who could have thought it was a treasure-hoarding bird?
Stashing things and sleeping atop, not willing to use even a single piece.
"Thank you, Master!"
Regaining its lost treasure, the Phoenix Cry Bird couldnât hide its excitement, chirping happily, albeit with an uneasy heart.
The exposure of this Storage Bag luckily left it with another one. Still, it resolved to prepare a few more in the future.
Even rabbits dig three holes; as a noble Golden Flame Divine Phoenix, it should prepare five, no, six Storage Bags!
"Alright, I returned the Storage Bag to you. If you perform well in the future, I can give you more Spirit Stones, but you canât be lazy, you have to put in some effort."
With a mischievous smile, Lin Changâan noted that for now, heâd let the bird keep the Spirit Stones, and could use them whenever needed.
"Put in some effort!?"
The Phoenix Cry Bird looked puzzled as Lin Changâan flicked his wrist, and suddenly thirty-six Sun-piercing Divine Swords appeared and surrounded them.
"Every day, nurture my Flying Swords with your True Fire."
"Master, I dismantled my birdâs nest, and now youâre asking me to nurture Flying Swords made from my birdâs nest with True Fire!"
The Phoenix Cry Bird glared with big eyes, filled with grievance, too bullied by birds.
"Who said I dismantled your birdâs nest!?"
Lin Changâan huffed coldly, and with a wave of his hand, the thirty-six Flying Swords intertwined in the air.
Under the Phoenix Cry Birdâs shocked gaze, the thirty-six Flying Swords transformed once again in the air into the Fusang Divine Tree.
"How is it possible!"
The Phoenix Cry Bird widened its eyes, seemingly in disbelief.
"Master, I saw you melt it with your own fire..."
Yet, when the Phoenix Cry Bird flew onto the Fusang Divine Tree, the tangible feeling assured it that everything was real.
"The ancient methods of refining Magical Treasures are not for a clueless bird like you to understand."
With a calm gaze, Lin Changâan reflected on spending more than twenty years, sacrificing Essence Blood day and night, for today!
Ordinary cultivators, after refining these Divine Woods into Magical Treasures, often cut off the Divine Woodsâ vitality, replacing it with a new treasure.
The original Divine Wood would be dead, compelling the cultivator to rely on their cultivation to enhance and nurture the Magical Treasure.
This refining technique was simple, the growth of the Magical Treasure entirely reliant on the cultivator.
But with his refining method, the Fusang Divine Tree remained alive, capable of transforming back into the Divine Tree under suitable conditions, nurturing and restoring itself with its own abilities.
It could also be nurtured by the cultivator.
"Rest assured, Master, I will certainly nurture your Flying Swords well in the future."
Seeing its bird nest returned, the Phoenix Cry Bird couldnât care less about anything else right now, joyfully chirping away.
Lin Changâan couldnât help but smile with satisfaction; the Fusang Divine Tree, greatly reduced in spirituality due to Demonic Qi corrosion, naturally required nurturing with various spiritual fires from heaven and earth to expedite recovery.
And the golden flame from the Golden Flame Divine Phoenix was a rare Spiritual Fire; although the Phoenix Cry Bird was only Tier Three, it was the strongest Spiritual Fire he could obtain thus far.
"Not only for restoring spirituality but also for purifying the Demonic Qi within the Magical Treasure!"
After extracting the Magical Treasure, Lin Changâan was uncommonly filled with subdued astonishment.
These thirty-six Lifebound Treasures, due to Demonic Qi corrosion, even tried to corrode him shortly after entering his body.
If not for the Profound Celestial Immortal Vine, he might have been tricked.
"However, the golden one was purified over the years, its sword bodyâs pure Demonic Qi suppressed within, ready to be stored inside the body."
Years of purifying Demonic Qi yielded results, with material purification leading to an imbalance of energy.
The Fusang Divine Wood, naturally restraining Demonic Qi, clearly had the upper hand, suppressing this portion of Demonic Qi.