Alchemy & Martial Supreme

She didn't know if her blood could merge with Qin Ming's blood, or if her blood would cause the artifact to fail.    

There were not many materials left in the stove, and a sword embryo had already appeared.    

If her blood dripped in, an unpredictable outcome would occur. Then, it was very likely that the artifact forging would fail, and all the materials and Qin Ming's blood would be wasted.    

If she was not forced to, she didn't want to pour her blood in. It was not because she was unwilling to, nor was it because she was afraid of the pain, but because she was worried that it would cause the artifact forging to fail.    

Originally, she thought that it would not be too difficult to forge a half-step supreme weapon. If Qin Ming could forge a few, he would use her blood to replace it.    

But now, she realized that she was thinking too much.    

The blood needed to forge a half-step supreme weapon was beyond her imagination.    

Not to mention refining a few swords, refining a single sword would almost drain all of his blood.    

"I... I'm fine, I'm just a little dizzy." Qin Ming covered his head and his body swayed. He tried to hold on and not faint.    

Although he was in a very bad state, his eyes were still staring at the stove.    

Because the speed at which he dripped his blood was very slow, the forging of the weapon was also very slow.    

Qin Ming knew that if she were to pour more blood into the cauldron, it would cause the cauldron to fail.    

But there was no other way.    

He was on the verge of collapsing.    

He had thought that he would be able to hold on until the half-step supreme weapon was completed.    

But now, he realized that he had underestimated the half-step supreme weapon. Forging a half-step supreme weapon would cost him half his life.    

Even if Qin Xixuan poured more blood into the cauldron and failed in the end, he would accept his fate.    

He couldn't lose his life just because he was refining a half-step supreme weapon.    

For a half-step supreme weapon, it was not worth it to lose his life. Even a supreme weapon was far less important than his life.    

The two of them stared at the cauldron.    

Qin Xixuan's blood did not trigger the intense reaction of the sword embryo. Instead, it was integrated into the cauldron in a very normal way.    

However, Qin Xixuan's blood did not even have 10% of its effect on Qin Ming.    

"This..." Qin Xixuan was surprised, "My blood is so weak? It can't even match up to 10% of yours!"    

She didn't understand why her and Qin Ming's martial arts cultivation were the same. Why was the effect of her blood so weak?    

In other words, if she were to use her blood to refine a weapon, even if ten of her were to refine the weapon together and pour their blood into the cauldron at the same time, it would not be enough to refine a half-step supreme weapon.    

It was not enough to refine a half-step supreme weapon.    

The energy contained in her blood was not enough.    

In other words, her blood was much worse than Qin Ming's blood.    

This made her very confused.    

After all, her father was a Martial Cultivator at the Supreme Realm, and her mother was a genius who almost broke through to the Supreme Realm.    

Her bloodline was much stronger than that of ordinary human Martial Cultivators. Even the Poison Demon Clan did not have anyone whose bloodline could surpass hers.    

Even the Golden Horn Clan did not put their bloodline in her eyes.    

The road to the Supreme Realm could be said to be a smooth path, because bloodline would be of great help to her in her breakthrough.    

Unexpectedly, her blood was only ten percent effective when compared to Qin Ming's blood.