Xue Mingzhao's eyes lit up.
Right.
Xiao Qian was no ordinary spatial magic treasure.
She immediately called out in her mind, “Xiao Qian, baby.”
Xiao Qian, who was currently playing with Baize inside the space, responded, “What's wrong, Master?”
“I have some things here that I want to put into the space.”
Xue Mingzhao spoke very tactfully. “It's just that these things might have some marks on them that can't be detected by the people outside. If I put them in your place, can you block any probes?”
Xiao Qian replied casually, “The Qiankun Heaven-Locking Bracelet can isolate all perception from the outside world.”
“Without Master's permission, no one can detect what is inside the space.”
Perfect!
Xue Mingzhao looked back at the dozen or so longswords with star marks in front of her.
“Let me make things clear first. I can take you with me, but the one who will contract you isn't me. It's my junior brother.”
The dozen or so swords instantly became less enthusiastic than before.
A few of them even silently backed up half an inch.
Xue Mingzhao quickly added, “But my junior brother has a supreme-grade gold spiritual root! He's young, talented, and doesn't look half bad either. You definitely won't lose out by following him!”
Upon hearing "supreme-grade gold spiritual root," the dozen or so swords stopped backing away.
They clinked against each other a few times before shaking their blades in unison, which counted as their agreement.
Xue Mingzhao waved her hand.
In an instant, the dozen or so longswords were swept into the Qiankun Heaven-Locking Bracelet.
As for which one was the Xunyang Sword, she would let Suguang identify it himself when they got back.
Having resolved her main business, Xue Mingzhao looked at the remaining weapons.
“I've already found the sword I wanted. Everyone can disperse now.”
The crowd of weapons fell silent for a moment.
Not a single one left.
A few of the most severely damaged weapons even squeezed straight into her arms, clinging to her stubbornly.
Xue Mingzhao looked down.
In her arms were a spear broken in half, a chipped scimitar, and a heavily worn whip with dim spiritual light.
These weapons had likely been in Wanjian Mountain for many years.
Because they were severely damaged, no one had ever been willing to choose them.
After being scolded by Xue Mingzhao earlier, they had all developed the desire to leave this place.
Xue Mingzhao fell silent for a moment, ultimately letting out a sigh.
“How about this. Those of you who just flew out from the pile of discarded spiritual tools, if you are willing, you can come with me. The rest of you who are in good condition, don't crowd around to join the fun. You will be chosen by disciples sooner or later. Instead of gathering dust with me in my space, you'd be better off choosing a suitable master to shine brightly with.”
As soon as she finished speaking, a pristine, radiant longsword immediately rushed in front of her, shaking its blade frantically.
Although it could not speak, Xue Mingzhao could still read its intent loud and clear:
I want to leave too!
Xue Mingzhao was speechless. No matter how she looked at it, this sword's quality was definitely not lower than a Magic Treasure.
Wouldn't it be great to roam the world with a sword cultivator?
She really had no interest in swords.
Before Xue Mingzhao could speak, the worn whip nestled in her arms suddenly flew up.
Crack!
With a single lash, it sent the pristine longsword flying.
The longsword flipped several times in the air before flying away dejectedly.
The spiritual tools surrounding Xue Mingzhao that had insisted on going home with her instantly behaved themselves.
They scattered one after another, flying back to their original spots.
Only the group of severely damaged spiritual tools remained by Xue Mingzhao's side.
Xue Mingzhao looked at the whip in surprise.
“You've got quite the leadership skills.”
The whip froze in midair, completely bewildered.
It had just sent a Magic Treasure flying with a single lash. With such an impressive feat, shouldn't she be praising its strength?
The whip hovered in the air for a long while as if deep in thought, before drifting back to Xue Mingzhao's side and wrapping itself docilely around her wrist.
Xue Mingzhao cleared her throat. “Let me make this clear first. If I take you out of here, you belong to me. For those that can still be repaired, I will do my best to search for materials to fix you. For those that are too broken to be salvaged, I will consider melting you down to rebuild you. No matter what you end up looking like in the end, you are mine. Anyone who is unwilling can leave right now; I won't force you.”
The surroundings fell dead silent; not a single spiritual tool backed away.
Xue Mingzhao waved her hand.
The mountain of damaged spiritual tools surrounding her was instantly swept into the Qiankun Heaven-Locking Bracelet.
Xue Mingzhao thought to herself that while "repairing" sounded nice, given how damaged they were, they would most likely all have to be melted down and reforged.
These spiritual tools probably weren't worth much anyway, otherwise they wouldn't have been carelessly tossed into a corner to gather three layers of dust.
Thinking of it this way, helping the Heavenly Origin Sect clean up this batch of discarded spiritual tools for free could be considered doing a good deed.
She brushed the dust off her clothes. “Senior Brother, let's go.”
Su Ye reminded her, “If we go out without taking anything, it will arouse suspicion.”
Xue Mingzhao paused.
That made sense.
If the two of them stayed in Wanjian Mountain for several hours and ended up walking out empty-handed, no matter how one looked at it, it would seem abnormal.
They had no choice but to choose again nearby.
Before long, each of them found a spiritual sword of decent quality.
They weren't bad, but they weren't so good as to attract attention either.
They were just right to show as their selections.
The two of them each dripped blood to seal their contracts.
The teleportation formation beneath their feet lit up, sending them out of Wanjian Mountain.
Outside the barrier.
Nan Mingzi had already been waiting for a long time.
Seeing his two disciples emerge, he immediately went up to greet them with an expectant look on his face.
“Yue'er, Yi'er, what weapons did you choose? Hurry up and show them! Let your martial uncles open their eyes as well!”
Nan Mingzi was bursting with confidence in the siblings, believing they had inherited his keen eye for recognizing treasures, and would definitely pick the best spiritual tools this time.
Huang Siqi stood nearby and let out a quiet snort upon hearing this.
This old codger only knows how to show off.
But this time, he is destined to be disappointed.
Chaoyue contracted the Xunyue Sword!
A Profound Heaven Spiritual Treasure!
Only half a step away from being an Immortal Artifact.
Even if Nan Mingzi's two new disciples have the best luck, could they possibly produce two Profound Heaven Spiritual Treasures?
Nan Mingzi looked at the two of them expectantly.
Xue Mingzhao produced the longsword she had just contracted.
Su Ye followed suit and took out his.
Two high-grade spiritual swords.
They couldn't even be considered Magic Treasures.
The smile on Nan Mingzi's face froze.
“That's it?”
Xue Mingzhao and Su Ye lowered their heads together.
Xue Mingzhao explained in a low voice, “Master, your disciple searched around inside for a long time but never found anything particularly suitable.”
“This sword looked decent enough, so I contracted it.”
Upon hearing this, Nan Mingzi immediately beat his breast in despair.
“Each person can only enter Wanjian Mountain once! And you chose only this? What a massive loss!”
There was no disappointment toward the two of them in his tone.
It was entirely filled with regret that they hadn't managed to fleece any good treasures from Wanjian Mountain.
Nan Mingzi's eyes darted around as he leaned in close to Huang Siqi, lowering his voice to ask, “My disciples were a bit nervous entering Wanjian Mountain for the first time and didn't make a good choice. Can we let them go back in and choose again?”
Huang Siqi was expressionless. “Scram.”
His voice wasn't loud, but the surrounding elders and disciples heard it crystal clear.
Given the occasion, everyone pretended they hadn't heard a thing.
Nan Mingzi didn't feel embarrassed in the slightest as he walked back to the two.
“Wanjian Mountain is so vast. Wanting to find a weapon that truly suits you within a single day really depends on fate.”
“You two can make do with these two swords for now. Your master will help you look for better ones later.”
Xue Mingzhao nodded in agreement on the surface, but her heart was filled with mixed emotions.
She had only been with this temporary master for three days, yet he was genuinely treating them well.
Thinking about how they were going to run away tomorrow, she suddenly felt a pang of guilt in her conscience.
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