The Qingping sword is three feet and six inches long, black all over, with a green lotus carving on the sword's jaws.

The Thunder Sword is three feet and eight inches long, the blade is shiny and mirror-proof, and there is a golden lion's tooth relief on the sword jaws that bites the blade, making it look very majestic and domineering.

Well, or to put it another way, showoff.

Although it was a tenth-rank immortal sword, it was thrown into the utility room and no one cared about it. It was piled up like firewood with other brooms and other things.

Finding the dusty Leizhi Sword in the corner, An Zhisu picked it up and swung it a few times, then wiped the hilt with a handkerchief before handing it to Ling Yunpo and saying,

"Come on, let's give it a try. If we can refine it successfully, we won't have to go to the sword pond to get the second sword."

Ling Yunpo took the flying sword and tried to connect his Qi to it.

As soon as it touched the sword, it was bounced back immediately.

The voice of a very showy middle school boy was also transmitted back:

"Who wants to refine me? A miscellaneous cultivator! Are you an immortal? Are you not worthy?"

Lingyunpo: ...

"Senior Sister," he said seriously, "I don't have much experience dealing with sword spirits, but for a sword spirit like this, I think we can throw it back into the sword pool and let it fight with other flying swords day and night."

In his mind, he heard Qing Ping Sword's loud laughter and Lei Zhi Sword's angry curses. He only heard An Zhisu laughing and saying:

"Junior brother, Lei Li is after all a tenth-rank immortal sword. It would be a pity to just throw it into the sword pond like this, right?"

Lei Jian heaved a sigh of relief and continued to sneer in his mind:

“Puchi, luckily this little girl knows what’s good, but unfortunately, she hasn’t even reached the Golden Core Stage. As for you, a rude and uncouth cultivator, even if you can really become an immortal, you can never conquer me!”

"Okay, Senior Sister." Ling Yunpo nodded, "Then I'll take it back and try to refine it."

"Yeah." An Zhisu said with a smile, "Take your time, it's okay."

After returning to the bedroom with the Thunder Sword and placing it on the desk, Ling Yunpo asked:

"A Jing, Qing Ping, is there any way to suppress the sword spirit?"

Kunlun Mirror was silent for a long time, then said:

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Just make it listen to me." Ling Yunpo sneered, "For example, throw it into the pit of the dry toilet?"

"You are a human!" Qingping Jian shouted in disbelief.

As a tenth-rank immortal sword, there was naturally no need to worry about a small Qi Refining disciple causing any physical damage to it.

But being thrown into a cesspool...it doesn't do much harm, but it is extremely insulting. The Thunder Sword would rather destroy its own sword spirit than keep such a memory.

"I would like to ask a question, Master Sword Master." Qingping Sword asked cautiously, "If we throw it into that filthy place, even if we force it to surrender, we can't use it anymore, right? After all, it's already such a stinky sword..."

"It doesn't matter." Ling Yunpo said slowly, "Just wash it clean. Anyway, you don't need to hold the flying sword in your hand to use it. Even if it stinks, it will only stink others. I don't mind."

Qing Ping Sword: ...

It wanted to say "But I mind", but after thinking about it, it knew that this cold-blooded sword master would definitely not care about its senses.

So after thinking for a moment, Qing Ping Sword said again in a flattering way:

"Master Sword Master, how about letting me try?"

"You?" Ling Yunpo asked lazily, "How do you want to try?"

During his previous sparring with Lin Duanshan, he knew that the Qingping Sword was no ordinary magic sword - he had to take the initiative to extract its value.

"I can go and convince it." Qingping Jian said flatteringly.

"How to convince..." Ling Yunpo just said one sentence, and suddenly asked cautiously, "Wait, is this a honey trap?!"

"Look at what the Sword Master said." Qingping Jianjiao laughed, "For us sword spirits, there is only the gender we recognize ourselves to be, but there is no natural distinction between male and female. How can there be a beauty trap... a beauty sword trap?"

"Besides, since I serve the Lord Sword Master as my master, I will be the Lord Sword Master's immortal sword in my lifetime and the Lord Sword Master's broken sword in my death. How could I possibly flatter another sword..."

"Alright, alright." Ling Yunpo also felt that he seemed to have thought too much and was forcing himself to find love. "Then I'll leave it to you, Qingping. Don't let me down."

He also placed the Qingping Sword on the desk, and walked out slowly with his hands behind his back.

"Hmph, Fan Tie, what do you want to do?" Lei Jian, who was lying on the table, asked arrogantly.

The next second, some extremely terrifying aura rose from the Qingping Sword next to it.

Ling Yunpo had nothing to do, so he just walked around the top of Qingluo Peak for a while.

The Shu Mountain peaks are located in the land of abundance, with beautiful scenery. Although the scenery is not as magnificent as the Kunlun Snow Peak, it has its own exquisite and beautiful flavor.

Trees, vines, clusters of flowers, mountain streams, flying birds and chirping insects are all natural scenery full of vitality.

At the creek behind Guanhou, Lingyunpo saw two lines of poetry carved on a nearby stone wall as if they were carved with a knife or an axe:

The end of the world may come, but this hatred will last forever.

Lingyunpo:?

Judging from the handwriting, it doesn't look like it was written by Senior Sister An.

But his cheap master, Su Jian, a master of the Seven Killing Formation, was said to have been obsessed with swordsmanship all his life, and it was unlikely that he would have such lingering emotions.

Well, I just don’t know which senior left it here.

After taking a walk outside, Ling Yunpo returned to the room again and saw the two tenth-level magic swords still lying quietly on the table.

Ling Yunpo put the Qingping Sword on his back, then picked up the Leizhi Sword and combined his auras with it.

The Thunder Sword did not resist at all, which made him a little confused.

So he tried to communicate with him:

"Lei Li, you..."

"Hey! I'm here." Lei Zhijian said flatteringly, "Master Sword Master, what is it that you want to call me for?"

Lingyunpo: ???

He wanted to show a black question mark expression, but considering that there were no spectators around him at the moment, he patiently asked again:

"Qingping...what did it say to you?"

"Master Sword Master." Lei Zhijian said respectfully, "Your Majesty has taught me many truths, such as a wise bird chooses a tree to roost in, and a wise sword chooses its master to sharpen; and a sword can have pride, but it cannot be arrogant..."

"Stop." Ling Yunpo shouted directly, interrupting its chatter, "Your Majesty, what the hell is this?"

"Your Majesty Qingping considers himself the queen of swords, so I will call him Your Majesty." Lei Zhenjian said with a smile.

"So what's your gender?"

"I don't have a gender for now." Lei Zhijian said quickly, "If the sword master likes girls, I will be a beautiful young lady; if he likes men, I will be a handsome bunny. The voice can also be converted accordingly..."

"Go away!" Ling Yunpo cursed angrily, "What kind of male homosexuality do you mean? From today on, speak to me in a little loli voice!"

"May I ask, Master Sword Master, who is this little Lolita..."

"A little girl of thirteen or fourteen."

"As you command." Lei Jian began to speak, his voice gradually becoming sharper and crisper, "Uh, oh, ah!"

Finally, success turned into a silvery, milky girl's voice.

"Master Sword Master, is this okay?"

"Hmph, that's it." Ling Yunpo said coldly.

He carried Qingping on his back and held Lei Li upside down, walked out of his room calmly, turned around, walked to Senior Sister An's door and knocked.

"Senior Sister An," he said in a deep voice, with a hint of smile in his tone, "I have already tamed the Thunder Sword!"

"Really?" An Zhisu heard the voice and hurried over to open the door for him. Looking at the Thunder Sword in his hand, she asked in surprise, "How did you subdue it?"

"Of course, it is to win people over with virtue!" Ling Yunpo said sternly.