Inner disciples who have been in the sect for a month can go to the Weapon Pavilion of the Green Mountain Sect to see if there are any spiritual weapons that are destined for them. Of course, many people from prominent families can possess their own natal spiritual weapon at a young age, but most people will wait until a month to enter the Weapon Pavilion and try their luck.
Because there is a divine sword in the Weapon Pavilion named Qingyuan, which was forged by the founder of the Green Mountain Sect. It has been stuck in the giant rock in the Weapon Pavilion for 30,000 years, and no one has been able to pull it out to this day. It's like buying a lottery ticket; even though you know the odds are slim, you still want to try.
On the day he entered the Artifact Pavilion, Fang Yue even came over to show off.
Song Qi didn't understand why this child was so patient. He had been coming over to mock her for a month, and every time he came over, Song Qi would hit him with a broom, but he didn't fight back, as if he had fallen in love with the feeling of being hit.
"So you are the future master of the divine sword?" Song Qi sat on the ground with his eyes closed, not even opening them.
"You still have the nerve to mock me, as if you could get in there yourself." Fang Yue sneered.
"If you're truly destined to be together, the thing will fly into your hands as soon as the door opens, so whether you go in or not doesn't matter."
Fang Yue rolled his eyes at Song Qi.
Song Qi felt the spiritual energy circulating in his body, opened his eyes, looked at Fang Yue and yawned: "Aren't you going to queue up at the entrance?"
"Isn't it still early?"
"Is there anything to eat?"
Fang Yue stared at Song Qi with wide eyes: "Are you asking me for food?"
"If you don't have one, then get out of here." Song Qi got up and prepared to grab a broom to shoo people away.
After a moment's thought, Fang Yue took a bag of chestnuts from his storage bag and placed it on the table: "Tsk, I'm giving these to you out of pity."
"Thank you so much." Song Qi put down the broom for the sake of the chestnuts.
"Are you really going to participate in that arena?" Fang Yue was about to leave, but stopped in his tracks.
"Um."
"You need to sign a life-or-death contract to enter the arena," Fang Yue said again.
"Thanks for the reminder, cousin." Song Qi peeled a chestnut, then glanced at Fang Yue upon hearing the distant chimes. "It's time."
"Hmph." Fang Yue snorted coldly and turned to leave.
Song Qi didn't understand what he was humming either.
Song Qi quickly finished the bag of chestnuts and looked in the direction of the equipment pavilion with some curiosity.
"System, what is my weapon?" Song Qi asked.
What do you hope for?
"Lightsabers, laser guns, anything goes."
System NZ was speechless: "What kind of dream are you having?"
Song Qi sighed, wiped his hands, tidied the table, and sat back down.
At this moment, a group of people rushed into the artifact pavilion. Looking at the divine artifacts stuck in the stone, they were somewhat envious, but no one dared to be the first to try.
Actually, everyone knows in their heart whether it is their own destined spiritual weapon or not. If it really is, they will feel a resonance.
After a while, someone finally managed to go up, and once one person did, another would try.
However, let alone pulling it out, there was no one even able to get close. If anyone tried to force their way in, they would be bounced away.
After a series of attempts, everyone dispersed, thinking, "Ah, it's not me, but it's not him either."
They thought they were chosen by heaven, but in reality they were just ordinary people.
Everyone who entered the Weapon Pavilion this time received their own natal spirit weapon, and most of them received swords.
Fang Yue was lucky; he got a high-grade spirit sword. The blade was silver-white with a faint blue tinge, and it was very beautiful.
As expected, he came again, brandishing his sword in front of Song Qi: "Envious, aren't you?"
"fine."
"You don't even have a natal spirit weapon. If you go onto the arena, you'll probably be cut down instantly. To be honest, I..."
"Thank you for your concern, cousin." Song Qi interrupted Fang Yue. "There are still eleven months left, no rush."
Fang Yue was speechless: "You're not really waiting for your natal artifact to fly right in front of you, are you?"
"No rush, let's talk about it later."
Fang Yue: ...
"Fang Yue! What are you doing?" When Luo Shuyun arrived, she saw Fang Yue holding a sword and standing in front of Song Qi. Her hands moved faster than her brain, and the sword passed right through Fang Yue's face, startling him into taking a few steps back.
Fang Yue was still just a child, and his face turned pale instantly.
Song Qi finally opened her eyes and glanced at Fang Yue: "I just got a new toy and I'm showing it off to you. It's nothing."
"Senior Sister Luo." Fang Yue's fear of Luo Shuyun was about the same as his fear of his master. Ever since Luo Shuyun caught him bullying Song Qi a month ago, this expressionless senior sister had been constantly making things difficult for them, both openly and secretly.
"Hmm, what's wrong? Did you skip Senior Brother Feng's class?" Luo Shuyun frowned, looking at Fang Yue. "Also, who gave you permission to point your sword at your fellow disciple?"
Fang Yue's face turned pale, and he trembled: "My mind didn't process what I was thinking just now."
"Oh, really? Go back and copy the sect rules ten times and give them to me in three days."
Fang Yue's face turned even paler: "The rules of the sect... are very long."
Song Qi looked at Fang Yue and smiled: "I believe you can finish copying it, cousin, good luck."
Fang Yue glared at Song Qi, wanting to say something, but ultimately dared not say anything because Luo Shuyun was there.
Luo Shuyun sat down at the table, took out a few boxes of pastries, and glanced at Song Qi: "Try them. I tried some new ingredients yesterday, and this is a new flavor."
Song Qi wiped his hands and sat down at the table.
Fang Yue looked at the two of them, and he still didn't understand why Luo Shuyun treated Song Qi differently.
This little girl is clearly not likable at all.
He used to be cowardly and gloomy, but now he's arrogant and domineering, and he beats people up at the drop of a hat.
"Junior Brother Fang, you can leave now." Luo Shuyun couldn't stand the sight of this third wheel.
"Goodbye, Senior Sister Luo."
After Fang Yue left, Luo Shuyun immediately showed a soft smile: "How is it? Doesn't it taste just like strawberry?"
"Mmm." Song Qi nodded. "It's delicious, but it would be better if it were a little sweeter."
"Your tastes are getting increasingly heavy."
Song Qi pinched his stomach, then calmly put his hand down, glanced at Luo Shuyun, thought for a moment and decided to say something nice: "The things you make, no matter how sweet, are never cloying. They perfectly meet my standards for desserts."
"Hey." Luo Shuyun smiled with satisfaction, resting her chin on her hand as she looked at Song Qi.
Although I know that this eleven-year-old girl is the same person I was before, I still sometimes feel a little out of place looking at her still-childish face.
Why are you staring at me?
"It's too small," Luo Shuyun sighed.
Song Qi paused, glancing at a certain spot: "You're big, you're all very big."
Luo Shuyun's expression froze, and seeing that the conversation was about to escalate, she immediately shut her mouth.
"The Green Mountain Secret Realm will open next month, are you going?" Luo Shuyun asked.
“Go.” Song Qi nodded.
"I'll go with you?"
"No need. What use would going to such a small, secret realm be to you?"
Luo Shuyun sighed, "It's my granddaughter's first time going to the secret realm, so as her grandmother, I'm naturally a little worried."
After speaking, he glanced at Song Qi and saw that her brows were slightly furrowed, which instantly improved his mood.
"Tell me about this little secret place."
"The Green Mountain Secret Realm is a training ground for cultivators at or below the Foundation Establishment stage. It's basically about fighting low-level magical beasts. If you're lucky, you might encounter some fortuitous events." Luo Shuyun looked at Song Qi for a few seconds. "Your luck shouldn't be too bad."
Song Qi smiled and said, "Well, she is the female lead after all."
After Fang Yue was driven away by Luo Shuyun that day, he never came back. Song Qi assumed it was because he was frightened last time.
In fact, Fang Yue was almost driven crazy by the amount of homework assigned by Luo Shuyun.
Even though I know the other party did it on purpose, I still have to do it.
It wasn't until the day the small secret realm opened that Song Qi saw Fang Yue again. In just over ten days, Fang Yue had lost a lot of weight.
"Don't hold us back." Fang Yue glanced at Luo Shuyun, who was staring at him from not far away, and stopped after saying four words of provocation.
He couldn't understand why this woman was so terrifying.
Fang Hui glanced at Song Qi and sneered, "Don't bother us to clean up after you die in there."
"Big brother, why bother with him?" Fang Ya stood next to Fang Hui, tilting her head slightly.
Song Qi ignored them and went straight into the secret realm as soon as it opened.
The secret realm will be open for three days. After three days, everyone will be teleported out. Of course, you can leave early by crushing the small token you received when you entered.
There are formations in the secret realm that will randomly assign people to a certain location.
Song Qi looked around and saw nothing but trees, but there was an unpleasant smell in the air.
She took a step forward.
Hearing the roar from not far away, Song Qi stopped in his tracks.
"Host, run! You can't beat it!" System NZ shouted.
Song Qi had no intention of fighting to the death, so he turned around and ran. Although this secret realm was full of low-level magical beasts, there weren't many that Song Qi could defeat.
As someone who had reached the second level of Qi Refining, she was very self-aware.
However, the monster behind her seemed to be watching her closely. She could clearly sense that there were other people around, but the monster still followed her. After she rounded a small hill, the number of monsters following her increased to two.
A few people huddled together nearby, whispering among themselves.
"Brother, isn't this a bit inappropriate? What if she really dies?" Fang Yue frowned.
"What does her death have to do with us?" Fang Hui said casually. "She overestimated herself; no one forced her into the secret realm."
“Exactly.” Fang Ya and Fang Yi immediately nodded in agreement.
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