"Master, is there anything unusual about this sword?" Seeing Zhang Tianqiu's eyes practically popping out of their sockets, Li Mingke's heart trembled as well.
Zhang Tianqiu: "This sword..."
Li Mingke: "Hmm! What's this sword like?"
"I can't even remember this sword!"
Clang!
Li Mingke stood up shakily. "Sect Master, if you don't know him, just say so. Why put on this show?" It made her extremely nervous!
Sensing Li Mingke's resentful look, Zhang Tianqiu awkwardly stroked his beard.
The sword is long and slender, but the scabbard is severely worn, showing mottled marks, and the hilt is also deformed.
Li Mingke: Isn't this sword a bit ugly? I should get a different one.
"Master, I think this sword..."
“Mingke, this sword is perfect for you! Judging from its appearance, this sword has been through a lot, and since you are currently cultivating your mind, perhaps you can gain some insights from this sword!”
Where did this ugly sword come from? Seriously, any kind of sword can get into the Hidden Sword Pavilion now! He's going to drag out the apprentice who manages the Hidden Sword Pavilion and teach him a lesson. He can't let just any trash be put into the Hidden Sword Pavilion anymore!
“But…” Li Mingke cried. What she wanted was a beautiful sword, not an ugly one. She felt ashamed to carry this sword around.
Seeing his disciple so dejected, Immortal Venerable Jinyun patted her shoulder comfortingly, "The appearance of a sword is not important; the most important thing is the blade. If you don't like its scabbard and hilt, we can have a new one reforged."
That's right! How could Li Mingke not have thought of that!
"Master is right!" As expected of Li Mingke's master!
In that case, let's see how the sword's edge fares!
Li Mingke raised the sword in front of him, gripping the scabbard with one hand and the hilt with the other, took a deep breath, and made full preparations.
"Open—" Li Mingke shouted.
The momentum was impressive, but reality dealt a heavy blow.
I can't pull it off!
"Aho—" I'll do it again!
"..."
When Jinyun Immortal Venerable and Zhang Tianqiu saw that Li Mingke was already baring his teeth, the sword remained motionless.
"Master, I think it's because of its age; the sword is completely rusted inside." It's definitely not her problem; it's definitely the sword's problem!
"Let me see." Jinyun Immortal Venerable took the sword from Li Mingke's hand.
He tried pulling it out twice, but couldn't get it out.
"I've practiced swordsmanship for so many years, and I've never seen anyone who wouldn't obey orders. Let me handle this!" Zhang Tianqiu snatched the sword from Jinyun Immortal Venerable's hand.
His words had barely left his lips when reality slapped him in the face. This was incredibly awkward; Zhang Tianqiu's face flushed crimson.
He wiped his sweat and returned the sword to Li Mingke.
"Even this old man can't do it." Now he dared not call himself the Pavilion Master of the Sword Pavilion anymore.
"Sigh, it seems this sword isn't suitable for me. I need to pick a new one." Li Mingke looked regretful, but he was actually very excited inside.
That's great! She doesn't want to carry this ugly sword. She wants to choose a beautiful one that is worthy of her status as the head disciple of the immortal sect!
But Zhang Tianqiu stopped her, "Mingke, although you can't draw this sword now, you just said that this sword responds to you the strongest. Perhaps it's just a matter of time. When you can finally draw this sword someday in the future, that may be your opportunity."
Li Mingke wavered slightly after hearing Zhang Tianqiu's words, but after glancing at the ugly sword in his hand, he instantly decided he didn't want it anymore.
“Yes, Mingke, you weren’t originally a sword cultivator. Carrying a sword was just for show. I’ll take you to have it reforged with beautiful patterns and inlaid with various gems. It might not be any worse than other swords. What do you think?”
“This…” Li Mingke thought for a moment, “Alright.”
That was the end of it.
Before leaving, Immortal Venerable Jinyun bowed very solemnly to Zhang Tianqiu, saying, "Thank you for the sword, Pavilion Master."
Zhang Tianqiu waved his hand, "Hey! Jinyun, don't say that. I didn't give it to you for free. The seeds of the Golden Crow Tree that you sent are worth much more than a few swords."
He then looked at Li Mingke, who was a few steps away from them, muttering incantations and wildly brandishing his sword. "I'm afraid you didn't tell your little apprentice!"
Jinyun Immortal Venerable also looked at Li Mingke. The sun was shining brightly outside, and the sunlight fell on her like feathers. She imitated the other sword cultivators by wielding her sword, and although there was no particular technique, there was a sense of holiness about it. Her robes fluttered and shimmered with golden light, making it seem as if his disciple was about to ascend to heaven.
She doesn't need to know.
*
When Li Mingke reappeared in front of Wang Jingyuan and the other two, all three of them were so shocked that their mouths dropped open. Wang Jingyuan was especially excited and hugged her tightly.
"Cousin—" He was about to cry again.
Li Mingke struggled desperately to break free from Wang Jingyuan's embrace, but Wang Jingyuan held on tightly.
"Cousin, you have no idea how much I've been eating and sleeping these past few days, afraid that something might happen to you! The Demon Lord is so evil; he not only captured you but also injured us!"
Li Mingke knew that they had risked their lives to fight against the Demon Lord for her sake, and she felt extremely distressed. "Thanks to you all."
“My mother knows you’ve done a great service this time, so she specifically told me to let you come to my house. She’ll make you walnut cake herself.”
"Really? That's great!"
Walnut cake is a type of pastry that did not exist in the Great Ye Dynasty. It is made from a variety of different peach blossoms, some of which are extremely rare but have special effects. Wang Jingyuan once came to the Li family with his father to eat it. His father still missed it after returning home. Not to mention the rarity of the ingredients, as far as he knew, only his aunt knew how to make this pastry.
"Oh, right, Gege, Zifeng, I also have something to give you, to thank you for doing so much for me."
She gave Ma Gege a string of bells and Zifeng a brocade box.
"Princess, this is the Three Lives Bell. Your master said that your attack is excellent, but your defense is relatively weak. This Three Lives Bell can make up for this weakness to a certain extent. It can withstand three attacks that are up to three levels higher than you. After it has been used three times, the bell will be completely destroyed and unusable."
Ma Gege is the most outstanding swordsman among the younger generation. Unless an elder or a powerful figure from a sect is sent, basically no one can defeat her.
Ma Gege was overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly.
"Zifeng, this box contains Phoenix Grass. I think it should be useful for your alchemy." She had specifically asked about it. Phoenix Grass is essential for refining top-grade pills, but it grows in harsh environments and is scarce, which is a major reason why top-grade pills are so rare.
"This... is too precious!" Chen Zifeng knew the value of the Phoenix Grass, even his master might not have many.
"Take it, don't refuse." Seeing that Chen Zifeng was unwilling to take it, she forced it into his hand.
After some tugging, Chen Zifeng finally accepted it. Ma Gege, with her sharp eyes, noticed that Li Mingke was carrying a sword on his back.
"Huh? Mingke, aren't you supposed to be cultivating your mind? Why are you carrying a sword?"
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