At first, Ling Yan'er scoffed at this, but now, she was suddenly tempted.
Ling Yan'er believed that Lu Chen's superb weapon-refining skills were due to the true teachings he received at the Xuanwu Academy.
"It is indeed a sacred place for human cultivation. Although it is only one of its branches, its foundation is incomparable to that of so-called first-class sects!" Ling Yan'er thought to herself.
In comparison, Flower Fairy Valley is far inferior.
For a first-rate sect, only their alchemy skills are passable; their weapon crafting skills are far from up to par.
The true strength of a sect lies in its ability to continuously cultivate top-tier geniuses.
In this respect, no other sect can compare with Zhenwu Academy.
"Let's wait and see."
Although Ling Yan'er felt a stirring in her heart, she did not show it.
The other senior and junior sisters were all very excited when they learned that an extremely skilled weapon-refining expert had come to the sect.
These disciples of Flower Fairy Valley are all quite fast at cultivating, but their strength is greatly reduced when they actually fight, because they lack some truly powerful weapons and magical treasures.
Moreover, although Flower Fairy Valley is not lacking in rare flowers and herbs, and various elixirs, it is indeed very short of materials for refining weapons. Everyone has some, but not much.
After all these years, it's barely enough.
However, no skilled weapon craftsman has been able to transform these materials into usable weapons, so everyone has been keeping them hidden.
Everyone has a few precious materials in their spatial ring, more or less.
Lu Chen had thought he would have a few quiet days in this secluded courtyard, since Elder Ye Qing had said he would come back in a few days.
Unexpectedly, not long after they settled in, someone entered the courtyard.
A beautiful woman in a long pink dress, as radiant as a flower.
After entering the courtyard, the woman immediately shouted, "Hey you, why aren't you coming out?"
These female disciples of Flower Fairy Valley were all used to being arrogant and never treated these flower servants as human beings. They would order them around and beat and scold them at will. Even Lu Chen, who knew how to refine weapons, was not much different in their eyes.
Lu Chen heard the woman's shouts but didn't take them seriously at all, too lazy to even respond.
The woman in the pink dress frowned, immediately scanned the area with her spiritual sense, and discovered Lu Chen's presence. Then, with a swift movement, she appeared in front of Lu Chen.
At this moment, Lu Chen was lying in the courtyard, eating the spirit dates he had picked from the courtyard, staring blankly at the sky, seemingly lost in thought.
The woman in the pink dress was furious; how dare this person ignore her existence?
"You, get up."
The woman in the pink dress gave a cold shout.
However, Lu Chen seemed not to hear at all. He picked at his ear with his little finger and suddenly said, "Why does it sound like a dog barking? Do they keep dogs here?"
Upon hearing this, the woman in the pink dress flew into a rage. She stretched out her hand, and a long sword appeared. She slashed directly at Lu Chen.
However, Lu Chen seemed not to hear anything and remained lying there motionless.
Sure enough, the sword stopped steadily just an inch away from Lu Chen's forehead.
The sword emitted astonishing fluctuations of sword energy.
The woman in the pink dress gritted her teeth in frustration. Seeing Lu Chen's nonchalant expression, she really wanted to chop off his neck with a sword.
However, the woman in the pink dress knew that Lu Chen was extremely important to Flower Fairy Valley. Even Elder Ye Qing and the Valley Master valued him highly.
If I were to actually kill this person with a single sword strike, I'm afraid I wouldn't fare well either, and would certainly be severely punished by my sect.
Seeing Lu Chen's fearless attitude, the woman was furious.
"If I can't kill you, can't I at least teach you a lesson?"
The woman in the pink dress sheathed her long sword, waved her hand, and took out a long whip made of green vine, which she then used to wrap it around Lu Chen's neck.
This woman was far too arrogant. Lu Chen originally didn't want to pay any attention to her, but since she had already made a move, he couldn't just let her take advantage of him.
So Lu Chen waved his hand and took out a long whip, which he then used to wrap around the woman in the pink dress.
The long whip in Lu Chen's hand was nothing more than a top-grade spiritual weapon called the Moon-Embracing Whip.
This was a weapon that Lu Chen had obtained before, which he hadn't used much. He only took it out now because he had no other choice.
The two women's weapons were quite similar, both being top-grade spiritual artifacts. Although the woman in the pink dress had a high level of cultivation, reaching the Venerable realm, the weapon she used was still only a top-grade spiritual artifact.
This is why the woman came to Lu Chen, wanting him to forge a weapon for her.
The two sides simply couldn't stand each other, and they started fighting as soon as they met.
This battle was absolutely earth-shattering.
The woman in the pink dress thought she could subdue the flower slave number thirteen instantly and hang her up to whip her.
However, to everyone's surprise, this person was also skilled in whip techniques, and the whip in his hand was a top-grade spiritual weapon. The two fought to a standstill.
"To think that someone at the True Martial Realm could possess such strength, it seems I truly underestimated this Thirteenth."
The woman in the pink dress had reached the Venerable Realm in cultivation. Logically speaking, Lu Chen would be no match for her. However, the woman in the pink dress was very careful in her actions, afraid of hurting Lu Chen.
She only wanted to teach Lu Chen a lesson, not take his life, so she acted with great restraint and precision.
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