Chapter 48
How did you recognize it?
Among the remaining mysterious weapons on Shenbing Peak, only two are swords!
“Tianshuang.”
Ying Bing reached out and grasped the long sword that resembled a white dragon.
That familiar feeling returned.
The Tianshuang sword trembled slightly, radiating pure joy.
After that, Ying Bing no longer looked at the other weapons and walked out, cradling the sword.
As she passed by Li Mo, she gave a slight nod, a small gesture of encouragement.
Li Mo muttered, “...That was way too quick.”
When he looked again, the Chixiao sword had vanished.
Well, it seemed he would have to take the usual route and face the Chixiao sword’s trial.
“Li brother, I believe in you. You’ll definitely get a mysterious weapon too.”
Murong Xiao patted him on the shoulder.
“Yeah.”
Xiao Qin nodded in agreement.
“Then let’s go.”
Li Mo smiled and took a step forward.
Oh, right.
At the bottom of Shenfeng Cave, there was still a hammer calling out to him, and that feeling of summons lingered from earlier.
Speaking of only being able to take one weapon, should he choose the hammer or the sword?
This question lingered in Li Mo’s mind for just three and a third seconds before he chose the hammer.
Come on, that’s the father of all mysterious weapons.
Of course.
If he wanted to take it and could manage to lift it, Elder Hanhua probably wouldn’t agree.
That hammer was the lifeblood of Shenbing Peak...
“Let’s go take a look first.”
As Li Mo pondered, the three of them had already descended to the third level of Shenfeng Cave.
“Master said that to judge the quality of a weapon, you need to look at its material, forging technique, and control of the heat...”
Murong Xiao began to identify each weapon according to the knowledge of the blacksmithing master, Shelley.
Xiao Qin’s gaze also swept over the various renowned weapons.
At that moment, he heard the voice of Qianxing Wuzun echoing in his mind:
“That girl named Ying Bing truly has great fortune by her side, just as I said.”
“Is the teacher referring to her being recognized by a mysterious weapon?” Xiao Qin casually asked.
“To be her weapon is actually a blessing for that mysterious weapon.”
Qianxing Wuzun chuckled at his disciple’s perspective and continued:
“What I meant was the inheritance she has received.”
“Inheritance? Are you talking about the radiant light from a few days ago?”
Xiao Qin brought up the topic, genuinely curious.
A few days ago, the sky had been filled with brilliant light, and there had been much speculation among the sect members.
One theory suggested that the sect leader’s true disciple, Ying Bing, had received some extremely powerful inheritance.
Now it seemed that theory was indeed correct.
What the teacher said had never been wrong so far.
“Yeah, I once saw it in an ancient book of the bird clan.”
The aged voice did not deny it.
“Then that inheritance must be quite formidable?”
“Far more than just formidable.”
Qianxing Wuzun’s tone carried a hint of nostalgia:
“The Nine-Colored Yuan Phoenix has nine souls, each possessing boundless mysteries. To obtain even one allows one to traverse the nine heavens and ten lands.”
“If all are gathered, combined with that little girl’s Ten Absolute Body, there’s a chance to reach that legendary realm…”
“Legendary realm?”
Xiao Qin was left puzzled, shaking his head:
“I still think Li Shidi is no slouch. His future achievements will definitely not be weaker than those of Ying Bing Shimei.”
“You little rascal... how about a bet?” Qianxing Wuzun chuckled.
His disciple was good at everything except for being stubborn.
While persistence is key in martial arts, being too obstinate can lead to a narrow view of the world.
“Sure, teacher. What’s the bet?”
“The sect competition. If your Li Shidi can withstand ten moves from that little girl, I’ll consider it a loss and give you a great gift. If I win... we’ll talk about it then.”
Qianxing Wuzun spoke with interest, showing no sign of thinking he would lose.
Xiao Qin readily agreed.
Then, under the teacher’s guidance, he began to select his weapon.
...
Meanwhile, little Li was completely unaware of this.
If he knew, he would definitely ask, “Old Xiao, where does your confidence in me come from?”
He had now reached the fourth level.
With a serious gaze, he looked at the Chixiao sword and performed a respectful bow.
Buzz—
The Chixiao sword trembled lightly, just like last time.
Of course, it was much less intense than when it flew to Ying Bing’s side.
It seemed to think Li Mo wasn’t as appealing.
“Hmph.”
“Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west!”
Li Mo murmured to himself, a spark of competitive spirit igniting in his eyes.
Today, he had to seize it!
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Chapter 43: The Bond Between Chixiao and Tianshuang - The Panjie Meteor Hammer
The Chixiao sword was a double-standard sword.
It was affectionate towards the ice girl but presented a trial for our little Li.
Ten swords.
If he could withstand them, he would become its master.
Li Mo’s vision blurred.
Buzz—
A familiar swordsman appeared before him.
The atmosphere suddenly turned tense.
The swordsman slowly cupped his fists in greeting.
“Please, teach me.”
Li Mo gripped the Qinggang sword and returned the gesture.
In the next moment, the two figures clashed.
The sound of their weapons colliding echoed throughout the entire fourth level.
...
In the third level.
All the renowned swords trembled slightly at that moment.
“Did Li brother cause that commotion?” Murong Xiao turned back, looking towards the dark entrance of the fourth level.
That sword cry had sent chills down his spine.
“What happened?” Xiao Qin raised his head, gripping a broken giant sword.
This was what he had found under Qianxing Wuzun’s guidance. Though it looked unremarkable and was only half intact, its material was superior to the other renowned weapons.
It was also one of the few that recognized him as its master.
However, its spirit was a bit weak, requiring him to nurture it in the future.
Xiao Qin was quite satisfied with it.
Yet at that moment, the giant sword trembled slightly in response to the sword cry.
“Your Li Shidi is currently battling with a mysterious weapon,” Qianxing Wuzun casually remarked without having seen it himself.
“Battling with a weapon?” Xiao Qin didn’t quite understand what that meant.
“The stronger the martial artist, the more powerful their spirit.”
“The weapons they’ve used for years become imbued with their will.”
“Do you know which weapon from the Tianshan Sword Manor is the most famous?”
Qianxing Wuzun was happy to share some anecdotes with his disciple, broadening his horizons.
“Please enlighten me, teacher.” Xiao Qin listened with great interest.
“It’s a wooden sword that once belonged to the Sword Ancestor.”
Qianxing Wuzun spoke as if he had seen it with his own eyes:
“It carries the entire essence of the pure sword path.”
“This sword flew a thousand miles from the Sword Tomb hundreds of years ago, severing rivers and slaying evil dragons. Even to this day, that river still runs dry.”
“A sword that cut a river for hundreds of years?”
Xiao Qin gasped in astonishment.
For him, this was almost unimaginable.
Qianxing Wuzun was pleased with his disciple’s shock and continued:
“The Sword Ancestor’s weapon is far beyond what a mysterious weapon can compare to.”
“Of course, that Chixiao is also a fine example among mysterious weapons.”
“Whether your Li Shidi can master it depends on whether he learned anything from that girl.”
“Chixiao and Tianshuang complement each other well,” Xiao Qin thought to himself.
He didn’t feel envious; instead, he cherished his broken giant sword even more.
...
Clang—
In the fourth level.
Li Mo had already received the sixth strike from the Chixiao sword in his consciousness space.
The sound of the sword cry sent a jolt through his soul, leaving him with a tingling sensation.
Is this the aura of a mysterious weapon?
Or perhaps... the lingering spirit of a master who once wielded this sword?
Li Mo couldn’t help but recall the words spoken by the ice girl at the bottom of Qingyuan.
Obsession could indeed manifest as a shadowy entity.
It was reasonable that such a spirit could coalesce into a powerful swordsman’s sword technique.
“This sword cry seems to have the effect of tempering the spirit.”
Li Mo pondered.
At first, it was relatively weak, but as he progressed, the feeling of spiritual refinement became increasingly pronounced.
“Come on.”
Li Mo focused his mind, earnestly facing the sword.
The seventh strike!
The eighth strike!
The ninth strike!
These three strikes were already at a perfect level of swordsmanship.
After facing the nine strikes, he felt his spirit had improved significantly, and his consciousness had become a bit more agile.
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