On the mountain opening day, the gates of Xuanyun Sect had been bustling with exercise, with batches of cultivators passing backward and forward. The accident that occurred within the drugs corridor didn’t unfold outdoors. In spite of everything, evil demons like Xiaos had been quite common within the cultivation world. Nonetheless, the best way the Xiao that attacked Qiu Mingxue appeared too coincidental.

Ji Qingzhou stood on Shen Rongyu’s Burial Snow Sword and appeared on the majestic mountain gates of Xuanyun Sect. It was already autumn, and the verdant timber on the 2 cliffs that shaped the mountain gates had been dyed pink by autumn shades. At first look, the nice and cozy pink and yellow highlighted the distinctive vivid colours of autumn.

The one factor that remained unchanged was the cloud surrounding the mountain gates which wrapped the main sect within the Yunze Area in thriller.

Ji Qingzhou was fascinated about magic treasures. She glanced down on the Burial Snow Sword that exuded a particular shade. It was as clear as a mirror, reflecting the brilliant rays of the daylight.

“Xiao Yu-shixiong, if I’ve a magic treasure, can I take advantage of it to fly like Burial Snow?” Ji Qingzhou requested abruptly.

Though the flywheel Yu Sukong gave her was helpful, it couldn’t talk along with her, and she or he wanted to infuse magic energy repeatedly each time it ran out of it.

“Your cultivation base is low, and your magic energy is restricted. In case you journey with a magic treasure, you gained’t be capable of go far,” Shen Rongyu replied, “However if you’d like, after all you possibly can. In spite of everything, one of many makes use of of moveable magic treasures is flying rather than strolling.”

When Ji Qingzhou heard this, she started to sit up for her procuring. The good magic treasure she had ever seen on this world was Shen Rongyu’s Burial Snow, so she appeared ahead to proudly owning a sword herself.

“If attainable, can I purchase a sword?” Ji Qingzhou requested hesitantly, “One thing like Burial Snow.”

“Do you want Burial Snow?” Shen Rongyu raised an eyebrow and requested. His tone reeked of a smile, as if Ji Qingzhou’s assertion made him chortle.

— It was the primary time he noticed somebody who truly preferred Burial Snow.

“It’s lovely,” Ji Qingzhou gave a quite simple purpose.

“Have you learnt what materials it was solid from?” Shen Rongyu all of the sudden requested.

“No,” Ji Qingzhou replied.

Shen Rongyu chuckled, however he didn’t proceed this subject. He was planning to take Ji Qingzhou and discover a high-grade magic treasure which may accompany a cultivator perpetually. Nevertheless, in contrast to the middle-grade magic treasures that the disciples may entry at this stage, high-grade magic treasures had been extra particular as a result of they solely resonated with cultivators with excellent skills and character. They couldn’t simply decide a random piece to be used.

“Magic treasures additionally select their homeowners. You could not essentially resonate with a sword.” Shen Rongyu gave Ji Qingzhou a precautionary shot upfront. That manner, she wouldn’t anticipate an excessive amount of, considering that she may positively decide a sword.

With Ji Qingzhou’s present situation, she couldn’t resonate with the sword at first look. Swords had been probably the most direct weapons on the earth that might kill individuals. It was too troublesome for her to resonate with such a magic treasure that contained a murderous aura.

“Xiao Yu-shixiong, you imply to say I ought to decide a magic treasure that’s similar to me?” Ji Qingzhou understood Shen Rongyu’s which means.

Precisely. Shen Rongyu was just like Burial Snow. His white garments had been dust-free, ethereal, like a banished immortal. Equally, Burial Snow was additionally free from mud, as clear and glossy as a mirror.

“Sure.” Shen Rongyu teased her, “So you need to take note of these magic treasures that appear like wooden.”

It took Ji Qingzhou a while to register that Shen Rongyu was evaluating her to a bit of wooden.

Was she like wooden? Ji Qingzhou felt that she was considerably extra attention-grabbing than wooden. In spite of everything, wooden couldn’t communicate.

Out there outdoors Xuanyuan Sect, there was just one place that bought high-grade magic treasures, and so Shen Rongyu introduced Ji Qingzhou right into a blacksmith’s store.

The calcination furnace within the store was boiling sizzling, and the scorching flames licked the pink sword physique. The bearded blacksmith raised the hammer in his hand and repeatedly pounded a sword.

Seeing somebody coming, he didn’t cease his work and simply continued hammering down.

Shen Rongyu didn’t say something and solely led Ji Qingzhou to face apart, ready for him to complete forging the weapon.

Ji Qingzhou listened to those rhythmic sounds, and her eyes fell on the sword within the blacksmith’s hand. After listening to the tempo of his forging a number of occasions whereas watching the form of the sword mould change in his hand, she then mentally calculated the energy and the variety of strikes wanted to efficiently forge the sword.

Calculating these items was virtually her intuition, and it may very well be considered her interest.

Nevertheless, the blacksmith appeared considerably exhausted in direction of the top of the forging, and the frequency of his hammering slowed down — Earlier than, he had failed many occasions to forge this sword, and this time he himself didn’t know if he may efficiently end it.

He didn’t have an total estimate of the variety of forging strokes or the drive, and will solely hope that the subsequent one could be a hit. In any other case, if it was a failure, he would break the sword outright.

Each forging stroke was a bet for the blacksmith. To the final minute, he appeared to have misplaced endurance, or maybe he had failed too many occasions, so he raised his hand excessive and amassed sufficient energy, as if to hammer down with one remaining heavy strike.